The day started like any other, with Taehyung walking towards their usual table in the cafeteria.
He looked effortlessly handsome in his white shirt and loose pants, his hair falling perfectly over his forehead.
But this time, something was different-he wasn't hiding the marks on his neck.
The hickeys Jungkook had left on him from the night before, and the day before that, were on full display.
As soon as Taehyung sat down, his friends erupted into teasing.
"Ohhh, Taehyung," Hoseok started, eyes widening as he exaggerated his tone. "Rough night? Or should we say, whole day?"
Taehyung smiled faintly, his usual boxy grin flashing as he sat down, feeling Jungkook’s eyes on him.
Namjoon smirked. "You're glowing, Tae. Someone had a good time."
Yoongi simply raised an eyebrow, his sharp eyes flicking from Taehyung's neck to Jungkook, who was smirking with unmistakable pride.
It was clear to everyone that those marks were Jungkook's doing, and the fact that Taehyung hadn't bothered to hide them this time made it even sweeter for him.
Jungkook slid his arm around Taehyung's waist, pulling him closer, making Taehyung's breath hitch.
As they shared lunch, Jungkook casually took food from Taehyung's plate. Taehyung didn't mind, his cheeks still flushed with the afterglow of the time they'd spent together.
Everything seemed perfect-until a voice interrupted them.
“Well, well, well… who do we have here?” Lisa’s voice rang out, dripping with sarcastic amusement.
Her eyes, sharp and calculating, locked on Taehyung, and her smile widened when she saw the hickeys marking his pale skin.
“Oh, Taehyung…... what are those on your neck?”
Fuck
Taehyung froze. His face flushed, not with embarrassment, but with sudden discomfort. He hadn’t expected anyone to draw attention to it so openly.
Before he could think of a reply, Lisa continued, her voice louder, drawing attention from nearby tables.
“Don’t tell me,” she gasped mockingly, “you finally got fucked by Jungkook?”
The air turned heavy. Taehyung’s stomach churned, the color draining from his face. He shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling exposed, vulnerable.
He couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes.
Jungkook’s smirk, which had been present just moments ago, faded into a tight line. He turned to Lisa, his voice low and tense.
“Lisa, that’s enough.”
But Lisa was relentless. She leaned in with a mock-pout. “Come on, Taehyung-ah, don’t tell me you made me lose a bet."
"You know, Jungkook here has weird fantasies, I don't know what he will make me do this time.”
"What are you doing here, Lisa? Let's just eat in peace," Yoongi said, his voice calm but clearly irritated. He knew what was coming.
Taehyung’s brow furrowed. A bet? His heart skipped a beat as confusion clouded his mind.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice soft but demanding.
Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief, and Jungkook shot her a panicked glance.
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Truth Or Love || Taekook
Romance"Watch your back, sweetheart," Jungkook growled, his voice lower, more dangerous now. "You and I... we're not done." Taehyung glanced down at the hand on his arm, then met Jungkook's eyes with a cool, unimpressed look. "I'd say we were never really...
