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Jungkook pov :
I stared at Taehyung, my mind racing. What were we doing? This was wrong. He was married, had a child. I couldn't betray his family like this.
"Kook!" Jimin's voice echoed from outside my door, breaking the tension.
I quickly composed myself, smoothing my messy hair and clothes. I grasped the door handle, taking a deep breath before opening it.
"Jungkook," Taehyung called out from behind me, his voice low and husky.
I paused for a moment but didn't turn back.
"Kook, what are you doing at—" Jimin started, but his words trailed off as he spotted Taehyung.
I swiftly walked forward, trying to escape the awkwardness. Jimin followed, throwing an arm around my shoulders.
"So, you two were making out, huh?" he teased.
I hid my embarrassment, forcing a laugh. "We were doing nothing, Jimin."
Jimin raised an eyebrow. "Then why were you both in one room for so—"
I cut him off, desperate to divert his attention. "Btw, where's your Yoongi?"
Jimin's face flushed crimson. "He's dancing."
I nudged him playfully. "Then join him. He must be missing you."
Jimin nodded and hurried off to rejoin Yoongi. I escaped to the bar corner, seeking solitude.
As I ordered a drink, my mind wandered back to Taehyung. My eyes scanned the crowded bar, and then I saw him looking at me from a distance. As our eyes met, I looked away.
He walked towards me, and I swiftly set my drink down, my instincts screaming to escape.
"Excuse me," I muttered, already turning away.
Taehyung's eyes widened, his mouth opening to speak, but I didn't give him the chance. I merged into the sea of dancing bodies, losing myself in the pulsating rhythms and colorful lights.
I tried to focus on the music, on the thrill of the dance, but my eyes kept drifting back to Taehyung. He was standing there, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
I forced myself to look away, to focus on dance. But I could feel Taehyung's eyes on me, could sense his presence looming over me like a shadow.
I tried to shake off the feeling, to lose myself in the dance, but it was no use. Taehyung was like a magnet, drawing me in with an irresistible force.
I spun around, my eyes locking with his, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. The music faded into the background, and all that was left was the two of us, suspended in a moment of pure tension.
Then, I looked away, my heart racing, my mind screaming to escape. But my body seemed rooted to the spot, unable to resist the pull of his gaze.
Taehyung took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt my resolve crumbling. I knew I should walk away, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot.
"Jungkook," he said, his voice low and husky, his breath tickling my ear.
I ignored him, my eyes fixed on some point over his shoulder, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Jungkook," he repeated, his voice more insistent this time.
I still ignored him, my mind racing with ways to escape, to get away from him and the temptation he represented.
But Taehyung was not so easily deterred. He took another step closer, his eyes burning with desire, and I knew I was in trouble. Big Trouble.
I finally managed to extricate myself from Taehyung's intense gaze and made my way to the table, where everyone already seated and digging into their food.
"Hey, Kook! Come eat!" Jimin called out, waving a forkful of noodles in my direction.
I gratefully took a seat and began serving myself from the various dishes on the table. Taehyung sat down beside me, his leg brushing against mine under the table.
I ignored him and focused on my food, trying to savor the flavors and textures. But my awareness of Taehyung's presence beside me was like a constant hum in the background, making my skin prickle and my senses go on high alert.
As we ate, the conversation turned to music and the upcoming tour. I was grateful for the distraction and threw myself into the discussion, trying to keep my focus off Taehyung.
But every so often, I couldn't help but steal a glance in his direction, my eyes meeting his in a flash of electricity before I quickly looked away.
It was going to be a long night.
As i focused on my food, suddenly Taehyung's hand began to wander, his fingers brushing against my thigh under the table. I choked on my food, my eyes wide with shock.
"Kook, are you okay?" Jimin asked, concern etched on his face as he handed me a glass of water.
I took a sip, trying to compose myself, but Taehyung's hand was still there, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my skin.
And then, without warning, his touch grew bolder, his hand rubbing harder against my thigh. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body, my heart racing with a mix of shock and arousal.
"Taehyung, what are you doing?" I hissed, trying to keep my voice low, but my eyes darting around the table to see if anyone had noticed.
Jimin and Yoongi were engrossed in their own conversation, oblivious to the tension between us. But I knew I had to put a stop to this before things went any further.
I reached under the table and grabbed Taehyung's wrist, my grip tight as I tried to pull his hand away.
I took a glaancve around the table, trying to shake off the tension between Taehyung and me. That's when I noticed the others, lost in their own little worlds.
Jimin and Yoongi were gazing into each other's eyes, their hands touching under the table. Jin was feeding Namjoon noodles, a look of concentration on his face. And J-Hope and Yoonji were focused on their own food, oblivious to everything else.
Wait, what? My eyes fixed on Jin and Namjoon again. Are they...? No, no, no, I'm just thinking too much. They're just friends. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Then we all finished the dinner.
As we walked to the house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the night was over. We said our goodbyes to the guests, and Namjoon and Yoongi called out, "Byee!!"
Just then, I felt a presence beside me and turned to see Taehyung standing there, his eyes fixed on mine. "I want to talk with yo__" he whispered in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
I smiled and turned to him, trying to play it cool. "Byee, Taehyung!!" I said, trying to sound cheerful.
But Taehyung's face expression changed, his eyes narrowing slightly. He shrugged off my dismissal and said "Byee" to everyone else, before turning and leaving.
I sighed and took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. What did he want to talk about? And why did he have to be so intense all the time?
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I needed to focus on something else, anything else. But my mind kept drifting back to Taehyung, and the way he made me feel.
Ugh, why was this happening to me?!
I can't control myself when I'm with him, But I've to. I can't betray his family at all.
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Wild Obsession | Taekook
Romance"My obsession only meant for you." Taehyung's eyes locked onto Jungkook's, his voice barely above a whisper. "Uhum... It's W̶I̶L̶D̶ ̶ O̶B̶S̶E̶S̶S̶I̶O̶N̶, babe." Jungkook's gaze burned with intensity, his voice low and husky. - Taekook fiction (AU)