Truth Or Love || Taekook

4

Taehyung lay on his bed in his small rented apartment, clearly drained from his first day at university. His laptop sat beside him, its screen displaying a video call with his sister, Tessa.

"Hey, Tessa!" Taehyung greeted, his voice tinged with exhaustion as he saw his sister's familiar face on the screen.

"Hi, baby bear!" Tessa responded with a bright smile. "How was your first day? Give me all the details!"

Taehyung huffed and said, "The campus is actually pretty nice, but I didn't get to try the cafeteria food because of this absolute jerk."

Tessa's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A jerk already? What happened?"

Taehyung scowled as he explained, "I was rushing to class, and this fucker bumps into me, knocks all my books to the floor, and doesn't even bother to say sorry."

Tessa's expression turned serious. "Ugh, that's terrible. Watch your language, though."

Taehyung smirked, "Oh, like you've never let a curse word slip, noona."

Tessa chuckled, "True, but I'm trying to keep it under control."

Taehyung's smile faded as he added, "Well, this guy was the epitome of rudeness. Completely oblivious to everyone else."

Tessa's curiosity was piqued. "So, who exactly was this charming individual?"

Taehyung's mind involuntarily drifted to Jungkook-the tall, strikingly handsome guy who had bumped into him.

For a moment, Taehyung was caught off guard by Jungkook's appearance, but he quickly scolded himself internally.

Why am I even thinking about that jerk? He dismissed the thought with a shake of his head.

"Just some self-important asshole who thinks he's too good to apologize. I don't even know his name."

Tessa frowned. "Sounds like a real piece of work. Hopefully, you won't have to deal with him again."

Taehyung's frustration was evident as he replied, "Yeah, well, I'm trying to put him out of my mind. I've got better things to focus on."

Tessa's voice softened with encouragement. "Good call. Don't let that jerk ruin your day. There's more to look forward to."

Taehyung's mood lifted slightly. "You're right. By the way, I met this guy named Jimin today. He's been really helpful and friendly."

"That's good to hear," Tessa said with a smile. "See, not everyone's a jerk."

"Definitely. Anyway, I should get some sleep. I don't want to be late again tomorrow," Taehyung said, glancing at the clock.

"Alright, get some rest. And don't let any more jerks mess with your day," Tessa teased.

"Bye, noona. Thanks for listening. You're the best!" Taehyung said, his voice filled with genuine affection.

Tessa grinned. "Bye, you little troublemaker. Don't stay up too late with your stories."

They shared a final laugh, their connection evident even through the screen. Taehyung ended the call with a lingering frown, still riled up from the day's events but comforted by Tessa's support.

As he closed his laptop and turned off the light, he couldn't shake the irritation from his mind, but the thought of Tessa's unwavering support helped him settle down.

With a final, exasperated sigh, he drifted off to sleep, hoping tomorrow would be better.

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(Jungkook's dorm)

The room was thick with tension as Jungkook moved against her, his grip firm and unrelenting. The soft glow from a bedside lamp barely illuminated the space, casting shadows that danced across the walls.

The girl beneath him was gasping, her hands gripping the sheets, her breath coming in ragged bursts. Each sound she made seemed to fill the room, and though Jungkook was caught in the heat of the moment, her voice grated against his nerves.

Her back arched beneath him, and her soft, breathless moans mixed with his deep grunts as he maintained his steady, controlled pace.

There was a flicker of satisfaction in him-not from any connection between them-but from the sheer power he felt in having someone so completely undone beneath him. Her hands reached up, trailing across his chest, desperate for more contact, more of him.

His own breath grew heavier, though not from passion. For Jungkook, this was mechanical, a way to release frustration, to feel in control.

Each movement was calculated, deliberate, pushing her further into a mess of incoherent pleas, but Jungkook remained detached. His focus was on the physicality of it, the power dynamic.

"Ahhhhh jung.. kook" she moaned. He didn't care for her moans, but a twisted part of him liked knowing he was the one causing them.

Her voice was a bit too loud, her moans laced with desperation, and Jungkook gritted his teeth, finding her neediness more irritating than enticing.

Still, the control he held over her body was enough to feed his ego. She whispered his name, barely able to form the syllables between gasps, and he felt a surge of pride-but it was hollow. This wasn't about her.

Just as the moment reached its peak, Jungkook pulled away, ending it on his terms. He tossed the condom into the trash. Without even glancing at her, he grabbed her clothes from the floor and tossed them onto the bed.

"Get dressed. Leave when you're done," he said coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth or interest. He didn't wait for her response as he strode to the bathroom, ignoring her stunned expression.

As the hot water cascaded over his skin in the shower, Jungkook's mind briefly drifted back to the marks on his neck. He hated those hickeys, a reminder of something he didn't want to think about.

Why did I even let her get that close?

he scolded himself. He pushed the thought away, knowing it wasn't worth the mental energy.

By the time he stepped out, towel slung low on his hips, the girl was gone. A slip of paper with her number was left behind, but he barely gave it a glance before crumpling it up and tossing it into the trash.

As if Jeon jungkook would ever call her again.

He changed the sheets quickly, wiping away the remnants of the encounter as if it had never happened. This was his routine: no strings, no feelings, just a way to pass the time and maintain his dominance in the one thing he knew he excelled at.

After collapsing onto his bed, the events of the day replayed in his mind. For a split second, he thought of Taehyung-the nerve of that guy- but the irritation was fleeting. He didn't have the energy to hold onto it, and before he knew it, sleep tugged at him.

Yoongi's voice, a lazy string of curses, came from the other room, complaining about Jungkook bringing another girl back for the third night in a row.

Jungkook just smirked, too tired to respond. This was his life, after all-no apologies, no attachments, just the way he liked it.

As he drifted into sleep, Jungkook couldn't help but think, What a day it was.

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