𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍┃𝐓𝐊 ✔

Part : 14 Locked

Time crawled painfully as they remained locked in the corridor, the cold biting at their skin, especially Taehyung’s. He stood there, his clothes still drenched and clinging uncomfortably to his skin, his body trembling slightly from the chill that had settled deep in his bones. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, shivering as the cold air whipped through the building with each gust of wind that managed to sneak in through cracks and crevices. His teeth chattered slightly as he tried to suppress the full-body shivers.

Jungkook stood a few feet away, observing Taehyung in silence. He seemed much more comfortable despite the situation, his posture relaxed and his gaze steady. As the minutes ticked by, Taehyung caught Jungkook's movements out of the corner of his eye. Jungkook, without warning, removed his coat and tossed it onto the floor beside him. Taehyung, too cold and frustrated to care, turned his head away and ignored him, assuming it was just another one of Jungkook’s attempts to show off his indifference.

But then, to his surprise, Jungkook began to unbutton his shirt. His fingers worked slowly, deliberately, as if he was fully aware of the tension in the air. Taehyung’s brows furrowed in confusion as he glanced at him, his voice sharp but weak from the cold.

“What the hell are you doing?” Taehyung asked, his arms wrapping tighter around himself.

Jungkook didn’t immediately answer, his expression remaining neutral as he continued unbuttoning his shirt, one button after another. When he finally slipped the shirt off his shoulders, revealing the hard lines of his chest and the subtle curve of his muscles, he held it out towards Taehyung, his eyes calm but commanding.

“Change into this,” Jungkook said, his tone carrying a note of authority that brooked no argument.

Taehyung’s gaze flickered between the shirt and Jungkook’s face, his pride flaring as the heat of indignation briefly surged through his veins. He could feel his fingers curling into his palms, fists clenched tightly as he quickly averted his eyes. He wasn’t going to give Jungkook the satisfaction of seeing him accept help, not when every fiber of his being rebelled against the idea of relying on him.

“I don’t need anything from you,” Taehyung snapped, his voice low but edged with frustration. He looked away again, his body tense as his shivering worsened.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened slightly, his patience clearly wearing thin. His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable as he took a step closer, closing the distance between them with deliberate, controlled movements. The weight of his presence was suffocating, his expression hard as he spoke again, voice lower and firmer than before.

“You’ll get sick if you stay like that. Just change,” Jungkook repeated, the steel in his voice making it clear that this wasn’t a request but an order.

Taehyung’s glare intensified, the fury in his chest swelling as he met Jungkook’s gaze head-on. His shivering body betrayed him, though, the cold rendering him weaker with each passing minute. Still, his pride was unyielding.

“It’s none of your business what happens to me,” Taehyung hissed, though his words were strained by the cold, his defiance faltering under the weight of his physical discomfort. His arms tightened protectively around his torso as though trying to hold onto the last fragments of control he had left.

Jungkook, however, wasn’t swayed by Taehyung’s resistance. His eyes darkened, his expression hardening further as he stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone.

“It is my business, Pretty hub... ” Jungkook said, his voice slow, deliberate, and filled with a quiet intensity. “I’m not going to let you get sick just because you’re too stubborn to admit you need help. Now change. Or I’ll do it for you.”