The night at Bogum’s celebration was in full swing, and the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Businessmen mingled, toasting to Bogum’s success, while soft music played in the background. Taehyung stuck close to Jungkook, acutely aware of how his husband’s hand remained firmly on his lower back, a constant reminder of Jungkook’s possessiveness tonight.
Jimin, ever the troublemaker, was weaving through the crowd with his usual mischievous grin, chatting up guests and keeping an eye on Taehyung and Jungkook. Taehyung could sense it—Jimin was planning something. He always did at events like this.
As Taehyung sipped his drink, Bogum appeared at their side, flashing his charming smile. “Taehyung, I’ve barely had a chance to talk to you! Let’s catch up.”
Jungkook tensed beside Taehyung, but before he could say anything, Jimin swooped in.
“Don’t worry, Jungkook,” Jimin teased, patting Jungkook’s shoulder. “I’ll keep an eye on him for you.” Then, he turned to the rest of the crowd and clapped his hands together. “Alright, everyone! I’ve got an idea. Let’s play a game! Just to make things more interesting.”
Taehyung shot Jimin a wary look, but the crowd seemed intrigued, especially as Jimin began assigning partners. And, of course, Jimin paired Taehyung with Bogum.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched at that. Taehyung could feel the possessiveness practically radiating off him. He placed a calming hand on Jungkook’s arm, giving him a reassuring smile, but it was clear Jungkook wasn’t happy.
Jimin noticed, of course, and winked at Taehyung. “Don’t worry, Jungkook. It’s just for fun. Besides, you know I love stirring things up.”
“Clearly,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, his eyes following Taehyung and Bogum as they were ushered toward one side of the room.
The game Jimin had chosen was a simple one, a variation of a relay that required coordination and teamwork. Nothing too intimate, but Jungkook’s sharp gaze never left them, watching every move Bogum made.
As the game progressed, Bogum leaned in toward Taehyung, his voice soft but teasing. “You’re doing well, Tae. I forgot how competitive you could be.”
Taehyung chuckled awkwardly, trying to focus on the game, but he could feel Jungkook’s eyes on them from across the room. The tension was thick, and Taehyung knew Jungkook wasn’t just worried about the game. He was worried about Bogum.
As the game wrapped up, Jimin, clearly reveling in the tension he had created, grinned as he announced, “Well, that was fun! But I think we need to take it up a notch for the next round. How about a classic? Spin the bottle.”
The crowd murmured in excitement, and Taehyung’s heart sank. He shot a look at Jimin, who was clearly enjoying the chaos he was creating.
Jungkook stiffened beside Taehyung, his possessiveness rising to the surface. “Jimin,” he warned, his voice low and threatening. “This isn’t funny.”
“Oh, come on, Kookie,” Jimin laughed, clearly not taking the hint. “It’s just a harmless game.”
But to Jungkook, it wasn’t harmless. Especially not when Bogum was involved.
The group formed a circle, and Taehyung felt his pulse quicken as the bottle spun. Each turn seemed to stretch on forever, and every time the bottle slowed near him or Bogum, Jungkook’s grip on his arm tightened.
Finally, the bottle stopped—on Taehyung. His heart raced, but before anyone could say anything, Jimin’s laughter filled the room. “Looks like it’s Taehyung’s turn! But I’ll make it even more interesting… How about we ask him who he wants to kiss instead?”
Taehyung froze. His eyes darted to Jungkook, whose expression had darkened with barely-contained jealousy. He felt the pressure building—Jimin’s eyes, Bogum’s teasing smile, the crowd waiting in anticipation.
Taehyung swallowed hard, but his voice caught in his throat. He was too scared to speak up, too afraid of what his answer might imply. He could feel all eyes on him, but it was Jungkook’s gaze that weighed the heaviest.
Sensing Taehyung’s unease, Jungkook didn’t wait. Without breaking eye contact with anyone in the circle, he pulled Taehyung closer, his hand moving to Taehyung’s waist, possessively wrapping around him. “I think we all know who Taehyung belongs to,” Jungkook said, his voice low and firm, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of Jungkook’s words sinking in. Jimin, sensing the tension had gone too far, finally backed off with a playful laugh. “Alright, alright. Guess we all know how that would’ve ended anyway.”
The bottle game fizzled out after that, with most of the group deciding it was time to mingle again. But Jungkook kept Taehyung close, his arm never leaving Taehyung’s waist, his jealousy still simmering beneath the surface.
As the evening wore on, Jungkook’s protectiveness didn’t wane. Every time Bogum approached, Jungkook made sure to place himself between them, ensuring that Bogum couldn’t get too close. Taehyung appreciated Jungkook’s care but also felt a bit overwhelmed by how intense his husband was being.
By the time the celebration ended and they were heading home, Taehyung felt drained. He climbed into the car beside Jungkook, letting out a long sigh. “That was… a lot,” he murmured.
Jungkook’s jaw was still clenched as he drove, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. “I don’t trust him, Tae. Not after everything.”
“I know,” Taehyung said softly, placing a hand on Jungkook’s thigh. “But you don’t have to worry. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”
Jungkook’s tense posture softened slightly at Taehyung’s words, his hand relaxing on the wheel. “I know,” he said quietly. “But seeing him around you… it just makes me want to make sure he knows that, too.”
Taehyung smiled, leaning over to press a kiss to Jungkook’s cheek. “He knows. Everyone knows. There’s no one else for me but you, Jungkook.”
Jungkook exhaled slowly, finally allowing himself to relax. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go, Tae.”
As they drove back toward their mansion, the city lights flashing past the windows, Taehyung felt a sense of relief wash over him. The celebration had stirred up old emotions and tensions, but in the end, it only reaffirmed what he already knew—Jungkook was the only one for him.
And no matter how much Jimin, or Bogum, or anyone else tried to stir things up, that would never change.
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Ties of Fate
FanfictionJeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung had never liked each other. From childhood, their families had been fierce rivals, constantly competing in the world of business. The Jeon family owned the most prestigious chain of luxury hotels in South Korea, while...
