Truth Or Love || Taekook

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Jungkook sat on his bed, buried under a mountain of clothes—some on the floor, some strewn over furniture. His usually neat room now looked like a tornado had hit it.

Yoongi walked in, his gaze quickly taking in the disarray. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening with disbelief.

“What the hell is this, Jungkook?” Yoongi’s voice held a note of surprise as he looked at the chaotic scene.

Jungkook ran a frustrated hand through his hair, his expression one of exasperation. “I’m trying to figure out what to wear for my date.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows shot up, clearly taken aback. He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe as he studied Jungkook with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

“A date, huh? Since when does Jeon Jungkook go on dates?”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered with hesitation, but he tried to maintain his composure. “It’s just part of the dare,” he said, his tone defensive. “Nothing more.”

Yoongi’s gaze sharpened, clearly not buying it. He pushed off from the doorframe and took a few steps closer, his eyes narrowing.

“So you’re telling me this is all just part of the dare? Or maybe you’re actually falling for him?”

Jungkook’s face darkened, and he threw a shirt onto the pile of clothes with a sharp motion. “Yoongi, don’t be ridiculous. It’s just a dare. Taehyung doesn’t mean anything.”

Yoongi didn’t let up. He leaned against the edge of the bed, his voice lowering as he probed deeper.

“You know what I think maybe Taehyung is hitting a nerve because he reminds you of her? Maybe he’s more than just a replacement for you?”

Jungkook’s frustration boiled over. He stood up abruptly, his expression tense and his fists clenched at his sides.

“She is fucking dead! ,don’t compare Taehyung to her! I don’t love him. It’s just a dare, and that’s all there is to it. Don’t bring this up again.”

Yoongi’s eyes were fixed on Jungkook with a knowing look. “Alright, if that’s what you need to tell yourself. But don’t kid yourself into thinking it’s just a game. If it were, you wouldn’t be this worked up.”

Yoongi turned and walked towards the door, his footsteps echoing in the now quiet room.

Jungkook was left alone, the mess of clothes still around him. He picked up a shirt, staring at it blankly as his mind raced.

Despite his attempts to convince himself otherwise, he couldn’t shake the growing feelings he had for Taehyung.

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Taehyung stood nervously in front of his bedroom mirror, his heart racing as he checked his reflection one last time.

“Are you sure I look good, Jimin?” he asked, his voice a mix of excitement and anxiety.

Jimin, lounging on Taehyung’s bed, had just finished giving Taehyung a stylish makeover. He glanced up with a teasing grin.

“Absolutely, Taehyung. You look like you stepped out of a fashion magazine. Jungkook won’t be able to keep his eyes off you.”

Taehyung was dressed in a deep green silk shirt that shimmered under the light, perfectly complementing his complexion.

The shirt clung to his body, accentuating his slim frame and hugging his backside just right. He paired it with black pants that fitted snugly, adding a touch of sophistication.