In the cafeteria, Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jimin sat together at a corner table. The usual noise of students chatting and trays clattering filled the space, but the group seemed focused on a specific topic today.
Hoseok broke the silence first, glancing around the table. “It’s been three days since Jungkook last attended any classes. Where is he?”
Yoongi scoffed, stirring his coffee. “Where else? He’s with Taehyung.”
Jimin blinked, looking up from his tray. “With Taehyung? What do you mean?”
Namjoon leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look on his face. “I think Jungkook likes Taehyung. I mean, we all saw how worried he got that day in the sickroom.”
Hoseok nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, and I saw him holding Taehyung’s hand. It was… surprisingly soft and tender for him.”
Yoongi smirked, putting his cup down with a little clatter. “Thank god you saw it too. I thought I was imagining things.”
They all chuckled, and Jimin’s eyes sparkled with warmth. “I’m glad. If Jungkook’s taking care of Taehyung, that’s all I could ask for. He’s been through so much lately… I’d be happy if Jungkook became someone special to him.”
As they continued talking, their focus shifted to other topics, but the image of Jungkook and Taehyung lingering together stayed in the back of everyone’s mind.
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Meanwhile, at Taehyung’s apartment, Jungkook and Taehyung were sprawled out on Taehyung’s bed, both holding controllers as they played Overwatch.
The room was comfortably warm, the scent of the takeout they’d eaten earlier still faintly lingering in the air. They had spent the entire day together—like they had for the past three days.
Jungkook leaned over, brushing his shoulder against Taehyung’s as he pressed a button to fire off a shot in the game.
"Better keep up, Kim," he teased, a playful smirk on his lips. "I wouldn’t want you losing on your last day off."
Taehyung rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. "I’m letting you win, Jeon. Don’t get cocky."
Jungkook chuckled, his fingers moving quickly over the buttons. "Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that."
As they played, their legs occasionally bumped, or their shoulders would brush when they laughed, sending little sparks of warmth through Taehyung each time they touched.
These accidental touches, the closeness—everything felt so… domestic. They had fallen into an easy routine over the past few days, and Taehyung found himself growing more comfortable, more open around Jungkook.
Between rounds, they’d share little moments—like when Taehyung would pass a snack to Jungkook, their fingers grazing each other’s, or when Jungkook would offer a hand while washing the dishes, their arms briefly brushing in a way that felt too intimate for mere friends.
Jungkook wasn’t just the flirtatious playboy Taehyung thought he was. He was kind, patient, and attentive—qualities that Taehyung found himself noticing more and more.
It didn’t help that Jungkook had been skipping classes just to spend time with him. Every playful comment, every pet name—"princess," "Kim," "cute"—sent butterflies fluttering in Taehyung’s stomach.
At some point, they stopped playing and sat in comfortable silence, with the game music softly playing in the background.
Taehyung couldn’t help but glance over at Jungkook. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks:
he was falling for his enemy.
Taehyung groaned internally, cursing himself as he leaned back against the pillows.
This is bad. Really bad.
He turned his head to look at Jungkook, who was adjusting the pillow behind his back, completely unaware of the storm brewing in Taehyung’s mind.
“Jeon, you’re such a fucking asshole,” Taehyung muttered to himself, though there was no malice behind the words.
In fact, his lips curled into a small smile as he realized just how deep he was in. "I like you, you idiot."
Jungkook glanced at him, eyebrows raised in amusement. “What was that, Kim? You mumbling again?”
Taehyung’s heart thudded, but he quickly waved him off. "Nothing, just thinking out loud."
Jungkook shrugged and turned back to the screen, completely oblivious to the fact that Taehyung had just admitted something huge to himself.
Taehyung closed his eyes, a small laugh escaping his lips as he muttered again, more quietly this time, "Yeah, Jeon… you really are an asshole."
As the laughter faded, Taehyung felt a strange warmth in his chest—a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
He didn’t want to like Jungkook. It was dangerous territory, but he couldn’t help it. Everything about Jungkook—his charm, his care, even the way he showed up every morning with breakfast—was chipping away at the walls Taehyung had so carefully built around himself.
With a final sigh, Taehyung closed his eyes, pulling the blankets up over his shoulders. He knew tomorrow was going to be complicated, but for now, he just let himself fall asleep, with the thought of Jeon Jungkook filling his mind.
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On the other side of town, Jungkook lay in his own bed, staring up at the ceiling, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
He thought about the past few days and how much he genuinely enjoyed Taehyung’s company. It was new for him—spending so much time with someone and actually wanting to.
And it wasn’t just about the teasing or the flirting anymore. There was something deeper, something real.
As he drifted off to sleep, a thought crossed his mind that made him laugh softly to himself.
Kim Taehyung, what you're doing to me.
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