Jungkook Hurtfics / BTS

One kiss won't ruin the friendship , right ? (Taekook)

The summer air was warm, and the sounds of Seoul were a muted hum in the distance. On the balcony of their shared apartment, Jungkook and Taehyung sat side by side, legs dangling from the edge, bathed in the amber glow of city lights. It was one of those nights where the world seemed to slow down just for them, everything enveloped in an aura of tranquility.

Taehyung nudged Jungkook with his shoulder, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

"Come on, Kook. You're telling me you've never wondered what it's like?" Taehyung asked, his deep voice soft, almost lost to the night breeze. There was mischief in his eyes, a spark that Jungkook had come to know well over their years of friendship.

Jungkook laughed, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Like what? Kissing you?" He tried to keep his voice casual, but he couldn't deny that the idea had crossed his mind more than once. Taehyung was magnetic—he had that kind of allure that drew people in without effort, and Jungkook wasn't immune.

"Yeah, exactly," Taehyung responded, his tone light but with an edge of something more. Something challenging. "One kiss won't ruin our friendship, right?"

Jungkook hesitated, glancing over at Taehyung. There was something about the way Taehyung was looking at him—earnest, a little hopeful, and something else Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on. He tried to convince himself it was no big deal, just Taehyung being playful. But his heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel a blush creeping up his neck.

"It's just a kiss," Taehyung continued, leaning a little closer. "For fun."

"Just a kiss," Jungkook repeated, more to convince himself than anything else. He swallowed, eyes flicking to Taehyung's lips.

The moment seemed to stretch out, the space between them shrinking until it was just a breath away. Taehyung's eyes dropped to Jungkook's mouth, and Jungkook felt his pulse quicken, his body responding before his mind could catch up.

And before he could overthink it, Jungkook leaned in, closing the gap between them.

The kiss was far from tentative—it was hungry, filled with an intensity that took them both by surprise. Taehyung's hand moved up to cup the back of Jungkook's head, his fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close. Jungkook could feel the warmth of Taehyung's body pressed against his, the way his lips moved against his cold piercing ,  demanding and insistent. It wasn't a gentle experiment. It was like everything they'd been holding back, all the unsaid words and hidden glances, had come bursting to the surface.

Jungkook felt a low sound escape his throat, something between a gasp and a moan, as Taehyung's tongue brushed against his lower lip. He opened his mouth, letting Taehyung in, and the kiss deepened, growing more frantic. Taehyung tasted like the beer they'd been drinking, but there was something else there—something uniquely him, something that made Jungkook's head spin.

Jungkook's hands gripped Taehyung's waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, needing to ground himself in the reality of this moment. It was overwhelming, the heat of Taehyung's body, the way their mouths moved together, perfectly in sync. Jungkook lost himself in it, in the way Taehyung made him feel—alive, wanted, loved.

And then, just as suddenly as it started, it ended. Jungkook pulled back, gasping for breath, his heart hammering in his chest. Taehyung blinked at him, his expression unreadable for a second before he broke into a smile—soft and almost shy, as if he too was trying to make sense of what had just happened.

"See?" Taehyung said, his voice a little shaky. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Jungkook smiled back, but there was a strange feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't bad—it was incredible. But something about the way Taehyung looked at him afterward made Jungkook feel uneasy, a weight pressing on his chest. It was as if something fundamental between them had shifted, and there was no way to take it back.