Jungkook's patience had worn thin, and his emotions reached a breaking point. The relentless silence and Taehyung's evasive behavior had pushed him to a limit where he could no longer contain his feelings.
One evening, as they were in the kitchen, Jungkook saw Taehyung walking by, seemingly intent on avoiding any interaction. Without a second thought, Jungkook reached out and grabbed Taehyung's wrist, his grip firm and unyielding. He pulled Taehyung closer, pinning him between his body and the kitchen counter. The strength in Jungkook's hold was undeniable, and Taehyung, despite his struggles, couldn't break free from the secure embrace.
Taehyung looked up at Jungkook with a mix of confusion and frustration. His eyes were filled with a silent plea, urging Jungkook to let him go. The struggle in Taehyung's movements was evident-he twisted and turned, trying to escape, but the disparity in their physicality made it an uneven match. Jungkook's muscular frame held him securely, leaving Taehyung no choice but to remain trapped in the confined space.
Jungkook's gaze was intense and unwavering, locked onto Taehyung's eyes. There was a storm of emotions swirling within him-anger, hurt, and a desperate need for answers. He didn't say a word, his silence heavy with the weight of his feelings. His expression conveyed the depth of his frustration and confusion, the words he couldn't find breaking through his eyes and the firmness of his grip.
"Why are you avoiding me?" Jungkook finally demanded, his voice low and strained. "What happened to us? Why can't you just talk to me?"
Taehyung's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and sadness. He could see the pain reflected in Jungkook's gaze, and it only added to his own turmoil. His struggle ceased momentarily as he met Jungkook's stare, realizing the depth of the emotional chasm that had grown between them.
"I-I don't know what to say," Taehyung admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Jungkook. I didn't mean to hurt you."
The words hung in the air, a fragile bridge between them. Jungkook's grip remained steady, his heart pounding with a mix of relief and frustration. He had wanted answers, and now he had them-Taehyung's admission of confusion and regret.
Slowly, Jungkook's grip softened, and he released Taehyung's wrist, his hands lingering for a moment before letting go completely. The physical contact broke, but the emotional barrier remained.
Taehyung looked down, unable to meet Jungkook's gaze, while Jungkook stepped back, giving him space. The kitchen was filled with the echo of their unresolved emotions, a silence that now carried the weight of unspoken words and a tenuous hope for resolution.A few days after the confrontation in the kitchen, Taehyung made several attempts to bridge the gap between them, trying to act as if nothing had happened. He sought to return to their previous friendship, but Jungkook found himself unable to revert to the way things were. The unresolved feelings within him were too profound, and the thought of merely being friends with Taehyung felt like an insurmountable compromise.
One evening, as the sun began to set and the soft hues of twilight filtered through their apartment, Jungkook decided to confront his emotions head-on. Taehyung was sitting on the couch, engrossed in his phone, when Jungkook approached him. He didn't give Taehyung a chance to react. With a determined stride, Jungkook reached out and encircled Taehyung's slender waist, pulling him close. The suddenness of the action caught Taehyung off guard, and he looked up in surprise.
Without waiting for a response, Jungkook pressed his lips against Taehyung's, kissing him with an intensity that conveyed the depth of his feelings. The kiss was fierce and consuming, a raw outpouring of all the emotions he had been bottling up. Taehyung's initial reaction was to struggle, pushing against Jungkook's chest, trying to break free. But Jungkook's grip was unwavering, and the kiss only deepened, drawing out the conflict within Taehyung.
As the seconds stretched into minutes, Taehyung's resistance began to wane. The fire in Jungkook's kiss, the way he poured all his longing and heartache into it, eventually wore down Taehyung's defenses. The struggle ceased, and Taehyung's body relaxed against Jungkook's. His hands, once pushing away, now rested on Jungkook's shoulders, allowing the kiss to continue.
When Jungkook finally pulled back, both of them were breathless, their faces flushed. Taehyung's eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and vulnerability. Jungkook's gaze was steady, filled with a mix of determination and heartbreak.
"I love you, Kim Taehyung," Jungkook confessed, his voice trembling with emotion. "Not as a friend, but as a man. I can't be friends with you anymore. I want to kiss your lips, and friends don't do that. I've been loving you for so long, I don't even remember when it started. You always brushed it off, saying it was just teenage hormones, but I'm not a teenager anymore. I'm a man, and I love you. It hurts to keep it inside, more than you can imagine. It's beautifully painful."
The words hung in the air, a raw and vulnerable declaration that left both of them exposed. Taehyung stared at Jungkook, processing the depth of his confession. There was a moment of silence, where the weight of Jungkook's feelings settled between them, before Taehyung's eyes filled with unshed tears.
Jungkook's confession had been a cathartic release, and now, the silence was filled with the echo of his heartache and hope. Taehyung reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he touched Jungkook's face. The gesture was tender, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of Jungkook's feelings and a prelude to the conversations they would need to have about their future.In the days following the kiss, Taehyung found himself enveloped in a haze of confusion and introspection. The initial shock of Jungkook's passionate declaration had left him reeling, his emotions a tangled mess of uncertainty and longing.
The kiss replayed in his mind with relentless frequency. Why had he allowed it to happen? Why had he responded so deeply to Jungkook's affection? The kiss had been more than just a physical act-it had been an emotional bombardment, leaving him both exhilarated and unsettled.
Taehyung's thoughts were a constant whirlwind. He questioned why Jungkook's lips had felt so irresistibly sweet and addictive. He pondered the warmth of the kiss, the way Jungkook's touch had ignited something within him. The kiss had been unlike any other; it had stirred emotions he hadn't fully understood before.
Each day, Taehyung grappled with these questions. He had always cherished Jungkook deeply, but the intensity of his feelings had been buried under layers of denial and habit. The kiss had shattered that denial, forcing him to confront the depth of his own emotions.
He replayed every moment of their time together, searching for clues. Why did he feel this undeniable pull toward Jungkook? Why did the thought of kissing him again bring both excitement and fear? The confusion was maddening, and he couldn't escape it.
Taehyung's reflection was filled with self-doubt. He wondered if his feelings were genuine or if they were merely a reaction to Jungkook's unyielding love. Had he been ignoring his own heart for too long, or was he simply overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation?
The sweetness of Jungkook's lips lingered in his memory, and Taehyung found himself craving more of that connection. Yet, he struggled to reconcile this desire with his fear of change. What did it mean for their relationship? Could he truly admit to himself that he might feel the same way as Jungkook did?
As Taehyung navigated through his emotions, he realized how much Jungkook had come to mean to him. Their shared history, the countless moments of closeness, and the profound bond they had developed were all intertwined with his feelings of confusion and longing. The thought of losing Jungkook, or of their relationship shifting into something new and uncertain, was both exhilarating and terrifying.
In the quiet moments when he was alone, Taehyung would often find himself lost in thought, his mind racing with questions and possibilities. The kiss had opened a door to a realm of emotions he wasn't sure he was ready to explore. Yet, despite the turmoil, one thing remained clear: Jungkook's presence in his life was irreplaceable, and he couldn't ignore the significance of what had transpired between them.
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FanfictionThe moment they met Tae had been asking Jungkook to call him Hyung as he's older but he doesn't. Will he ever call him that? And under what circumstances?
