His but Never Mine - J.JK × K.SJ FF

Determined To Take What Was Theirs

"Mum, look who’s back!" Jungkook shouted, his voice ringing with a cheerful energy that filled the room. It was as if all the childhood joy he had kept hidden came bursting forth, ready to reclaim the happiness he had almost forgotten.

Mr. Jeon’s eyes widened in shock as his glasses slipped from his nose and tumbled to the floor. The sound of them clattering against the tiles broke the momentary silence, emphasizing the surprise that hung thick in the air.

Mrs. Jeon, who had been sipping her tea, suddenly choked at the sight of her son. She coughed, desperately trying to catch her breath as she processed the transformation in Jungkook. “Jungkook! Is that really you?” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with disbelief and joy.

Jungkook beamed, the wide grin on his face showcasing his confidence. “Yeah, Mom! It’s me! I’m back!” He stepped fully into the living room, his presence filling the space with a warmth and energy that seemed to radiate off him. He was no longer the timid boy who had left; he was a young man ready to take on the world, a stark contrast to the Jungkook they all remembered.

Mrs. Jeon set her tea down, rushing over to wrap her arms around Jungkook. “My baby! You look so different! I almost didn’t recognize you!” She pulled back to examine him closely, her hands resting on his shoulders as if to ensure he was really there, flesh and blood. Her gaze wandered to the tattoos peeking out from beneath his sleeves, and she bit her lip in surprise. “What happened while you were gone? You look… so grown up!”

Jungkook chuckled, the sound rich and full, shaking his head playfully. “Just a little makeover. I wanted to come back and show everyone the new me!” His eyes sparkled mischievously, and he glanced at Jin, who had just stepped into the room before him. Jin’s expression was a mix of shock and admiration, and Jungkook felt a surge of triumph at the sight.

“Hyung, look at me! What do you think?” Jungkook asked, leaning slightly towards Jin as if seeking his validation.

Jin blinked, struggling to find his words. How could Jungkook have changed so much in just a month? he thought. "Uh... you look... different," he finally managed, trying to mask the mix of emotions churning inside him.

“Different good or different bad?” Jungkook pressed, taking a step closer, his gaze unwavering.

“Different good,” Jin said, unable to keep the admiration from his voice. “You look... really good, actually.” He forced a smile, feeling the flutter in his stomach that had become all too familiar.

Taehyung, who had been engrossed in a video game, looked up at the sudden commotion in the room. His fingers froze on the controller as he took in the sight of his brother. "Wow, my brother! You look so different!" he exclaimed, a mix of surprise and admiration lighting up his face. He reached out, brushing his fingers against Jungkook’s jacket, feeling the sleek fabric beneath his touch.

“I know,” Jungkook replied, a confident smile stretching across his lips, but behind that smile lay a darkness that no one noticed. The change in him was not just skin deep; it marked a transformation fueled by resolve and an insatiable desire to claim what he believed was rightfully his.

“Tae-hyung, be ready! I’m going to snatch what was mine from you now,” Jungkook said, the words playful yet laced with an intensity that surprised everyone.

“What?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his confusion evident.

“I meant you’ve always been popular for your good looks. Now it’s time for me to shine,” Jungkook joked, but the double meaning in his words lingered in the air, unnoticed by the others.

The room erupted into laughter, everyone taking his comment at face value, but Jin remained silent, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Jungkook, who stood confidently in the center of the room, a stark contrast to the boy he once knew.

Jungkook’s laughter echoed in Jin’s ears, but it was the fierce glint in his eyes that held Jin captive. Something had shifted in their dynamic, something that made Jin’s stomach churn with a mix of excitement and fear. He felt a growing tension in the air, the unspoken challenge hanging between Jungkook and Taehyung, and it made him both anxious and intrigued.

“So, what did you guys do on your trip?” Taehyung asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the odd atmosphere that Jungkook’s comment had created.

Jungkook shrugged, his playful demeanor intact. “You know, just the usual—training, learning, and figuring things out.” He cast a sidelong glance at Jin, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “I learned a lot about myself and what I want.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Taehyung interjected, his curiosity piqued.

Jungkook merely chuckled, his expression enigmatic. “You’ll see. Just watch. Things are about to get interesting.”

With that, he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, radiating an aura of confidence that made it impossible for Jin to look away. There was something in Jungkook’s eyes—a determination, a promise—that hinted at the lengths he was willing to go to claim what he desired.

Jin swallowed hard, feeling a mix of anticipation and dread. Whatever Jungkook had planned, it was clear that nothing would remain the same. The game had shifted, and Jungkook was ready to play for keeps.

"Where is Jimin though?" Mrs. Jeon asked, glancing around. "Didn't you two come together? Has he changed as well?"

Jungkook smiled, eyes still fixed on Jin. "Kinda..." he replied, his voice soft but teasing, as if hinting at something more. Jin shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of Jungkook’s gaze. It was intense, overwhelming, and it made him feel strangely small, as if he were being claimed with every second that passed.

Just then, the door creaked open, and another figure stepped inside. "Hey, guys, miss me?" Jimin's voice filled the room, casual but laced with a confidence that hadn't been there before. Heads turned, and there stood Jimin, but he looked different—breathtakingly so.

He was dressed in a loose, elegant silk dress that flowed softly around him, accentuating his curves and delicate collarbone. His hair was styled perfectly, bouncing with each step, and his makeup, though subtle, highlighted his soft features, making him look smaller and more refined than ever.

"Oh my, Jiminie, you look even prettier! My, my..." Mrs. Jeon was the first to speak, rushing over to Jimin with a smile. She embraced him warmly, clearly impressed by his transformation. Jimin soaked up the attention, grinning as he hugged her back.

Taehyung, who had been focused on his game, finally looked up—and his eyes widened. The controller slipped from his fingers as he stared at Jimin, feeling a sudden rush of... something. His heart raced as his eyes traced the outline of Jimin's collarbone, his gaze lingering a little too long on the soft skin exposed by the loose neckline of his dress. Why did Jimin look so... different today? He couldn't shake the strange feeling building inside him.

"No, wait, what the hell am I thinking?" Taehyung mumbled under his breath, shaking his head to snap out of it. But no matter how hard he tried, his eyes kept drifting back to Jimin, as if drawn to him by some invisible force.

Jungkook and Jimin exchanged a quick, knowing glance, their lips curling into smirks. The plan was already in motion, and both could see the cracks forming in Jin and Taehyung's composure. Jin, standing beside Taehyung, was silent, but his gaze was locked on Jungkook, the tension between them palpable. Every time Jungkook's eyes met his, Jin felt a nervous flutter in his chest, something he couldn't quite explain.

Meanwhile, Taehyung's attention was no longer on the game, but on Jimin, who seemed more alluring than ever. The air between the four of them crackled with unspoken words and hidden intentions. They stood together in the same room, yet their minds were worlds apart—Jin, unable to look away from Jungkook, and Taehyung, his thoughts swirling around Jimin.

Neither Jin nor Taehyung realized the shift happening beneath the surface, the growing distance between them. But Jungkook and Jimin knew—they could see it. And they were determined, more than ever, to take what was theirs.