Reluctant Hearts ✔️

Chapter - 43

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playιng: [Perfect] - [Ed Sheeran]

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In your arms, I find my place,

A love so pure, a gentle grace.

Dancing beneath the stars so bright,

With you, my world feels just right.

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The evening of the party arrives, and Jungkook stands in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting his suit jacket. He's chosen his favorite tailored black suit for the night, sharp yet simple, a subtle nod to the timeless elegance he's known for. As he slips in his ear piercings and runs his hand through his permed hair, he can't help but smile. His curls have grown longer during the movie shoot, framing his face in a way that makes him wonder if he should keep it. He'd grown them out for the role, but now... they feel like a part of him.

He admires himself for a moment longer, lightly touching the curls again, thinking they give him a relaxed but mature look. Just as he's about to turn away from the mirror, the door to the closet opens, and Taehyung steps out, buttoning the cuffs of his own suit—a deep navy with subtle pinstripes, perfectly tailored to show off his broad shoulders and slim waist.

Jungkook freezes for a second, his breath catching in his throat. God, Taehyung looks good. It's ridiculous, really, how effortlessly attractive he is. The dim lighting of the room only makes him look more dangerous, more desirable.

Taehyung's gaze lands on Jungkook, and he, too, pauses, eyes widening slightly as he takes in the sight. "Wow," he breathes out, his voice low and filled with awe. "You look... incredible, Kook."

Jungkook feels a warmth spread through his chest at the compliment, but before he can say anything, Taehyung steps closer, his eyes darkening with a mix of admiration and something more intense.

"You're going to kill me tonight, aren't you?" Taehyung murmurs, his lips curving into a smirk as he eyes Jungkook up and down. "I'm going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you."

Jungkook feels his heart race, the familiar heat creeping up his neck. He's used to Taehyung's teasing, but there's something about the way he's saying it tonight that has his body reacting in ways he wishes it wouldn't. He swallows, trying to play it cool. "You're one to talk," he shoots back, though his voice comes out a little more breathless than he intended. "You're the one who's looking like he stepped out of a runway show."

Taehyung chuckles softly, his fingers lightly tracing the lapel of Jungkook's jacket. "Maybe," he says, voice dropping an octave, "but I'm not the one who's making me want to cancel this party and keep you all to myself."

Jungkook's eyes widen, his breath hitching as Taehyung's hand slides down his arm, fingers brushing against his waist. It takes all of his willpower not to lean into the touch, not to let himself fall into the temptation that's been simmering between them for days.

But before he can lose himself entirely in Taehyung's presence, he clears his throat, trying to break the tension. "Jimin's coming to the party, right?" he asks, stepping back slightly to put some space between them.