Bound By Obsession

3- Possesive fella

Jungkook sat at the back of the classroom, tapping his pen against the table absentmindedly. His eyes flicked toward the front, where Taehyung sat, surrounded by their classmates, his usual playful smile on his lips as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed. And Jungkook couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that clung to him since that night in Taehyung’s apartment.

They used to be inseparable. Wherever Taehyung went, Jungkook followed, and vice versa. They were like twins—two halves of the same whole. Everyone at the university knew them as the bad boys of the architecture department, always together, always causing trouble. But now, there was a distance between them that felt impossible to bridge.

Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to sit next to Taehyung anymore. He couldn’t even look at him for too long without the memories flooding back—the fight, the kiss, the tears in Taehyung’s eyes. It haunted him. He tried to act normal, to push it all aside, but every time he saw Taehyung laughing or talking with someone else, that twisted feeling crept up his spine.

*What even are we now?* Jungkook thought, glancing down at his sketchbook but unable to focus. He hadn’t been able to focus on much lately, not since that night.

Across the room, Taehyung seemed completely unfazed. He was still the same—still joking, still flirting with the others, still acting like nothing had happened between them. It drove Jungkook crazy. How could Taehyung be so…normal after everything? As if that kiss, that moment of desperation, had never even happened.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, glancing around the room. Their friends, Jimin and Namjoon, had started to notice the shift. It wasn’t just the assignments where Jungkook sat away from Taehyung. It was the bike rides they used to take every weekend, the late-night conversations, the constant presence of each other in their lives. All of that had stopped.

Jimin had asked him about it once, just a few days ago. “Hey, what’s going on with you and Taehyung? You guys don’t even hang out anymore. Did you have a fight?”

Jungkook had shrugged it off, mumbling something about being busy, but he knew Jimin didn’t buy it. No one did. They all saw the tension, the awkwardness that had replaced the easy friendship Jungkook and Taehyung once shared.

And as much as Jungkook wanted to fix it, he didn’t know how. Not after what Taehyung had said. Not after that kiss.

Every time Jungkook tried to push it out of his mind, he would catch Taehyung’s eye. And Taehyung would smile at him—*that* smile. The one that made Jungkook’s heart race, even though he didn’t want it to. It was maddening, because no matter how hard Jungkook tried to pretend he was angry or hurt, a part of him still longed for the way things used to be. A part of him still missed Taehyung, more than he cared to admit.

But how could they go back after that? After everything Taehyung had said, after the way his hands had trembled when he kissed Jungkook, as if he was holding onto him for dear life?

The bell rang, pulling Jungkook from his thoughts. The class began to shuffle out, and Jungkook packed his things quickly, eager to escape before Taehyung could catch up to him. But just as he reached the door, a familiar voice called out behind him.

“Jungkook!”

He froze, his hand on the doorknob. Slowly, he turned to see Taehyung standing there, a playful grin on his face, like nothing had happened between them. “You’re not gonna ditch me again, are you?”

Jungkook forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve got stuff to do.”

Taehyung’s smile faltered for just a second, but he recovered quickly, shrugging. “Alright. Maybe next time.”

Jungkook turned and walked out, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel Taehyung’s eyes on him as he left, the same eyes that had once been so full of warmth, but now only reminded him of everything he didn’t understand.

As he stepped out into the open air, Jungkook let out a shaky breath. He missed Taehyung. God, he missed him more than anything. But every time he thought about going back—about trying to talk to him, to fix things—he was reminded of that kiss, of the way Taehyung’s words had cut through him like a knife.

*You’re mine.*

That was the part that scared Jungkook the most. Not the kiss, not the fight, but the possessiveness in Taehyung’s voice. He had always known Taehyung was protective of him, but this…this was something else. Something darker.

Jungkook shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he headed toward the campus gates. He needed space. He needed time to figure out what the hell was going on between them. Because right now, he wasn’t sure if he was more afraid of losing Taehyung—or of being pulled back into something he didn’t fully understand.

But no matter how much distance he tried to put between them, Taehyung was always there. Smiling. Watching. Waiting.