BunBun Mine // taekook

Chapter 16

COULDN'T HOLD BACK MY OWN CLIFFHANGER!😫

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Jungkook was struggling to breathe, his frail body trembling. Rapid, heavy breaths were resounding in Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung gently cupped his soft cheeks with one hand, lifting Jungkook’s flushed face slightly toward him. His voice sharp, laced with intensity, he asked,

“When did you become an asthmatic, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook’s eyelids fluttered repeatedly, struggling to focus on Taehyung through the dim yellowish glow of the passing streetlights. Taehyung’s dark figure appeared blurry, his questioning expression barely visible. Asthma? Yes, at this moment, Jungkook felt worse than an asthma patient. His chest hurt so much being pressed against Taehyung’s body. His breathing became staggered, losing its rhythm. He had been close to Taehyung countless times before, physically, but nothing like this had ever happened. A strange, overwhelming sensation filled his chest, something he had never felt before. His silence must have irritated Taehyung, who deliberately exhaled sharply over his face, the warmth brushing against his soft skin. Jungkook scrunched his nose slightly, his thin lips trembling, while a few strands of rough hair fluttered on his forehead. Taehyung’s voice suddenly filled with fire as he said,

“You think my chest is public property, huh? You’re breathing so hot against me, didn’t it occur to you that my chest might burn? Have you become so clever, Jungkookie? Did you plan to burn my chest to get back at me for all the torment I’ve caused you? So that my wife won’t be able to rest her head on my chest?”

Jungkook let out a weak sigh, gathering the courage to respond, “If you let me go, your chest won’t burn.”

“What? You’re saying I’m holding you down, so you’ll set my chest on fire as revenge?”

Taehyung gripped Jungkook tighter, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. With strained gasps, Jungkook managed to say, “I won’t say it again, Taehyungie hyung.”

A satisfied smirk curled at the corners of Taehyung’s lips. “Say sorry.”

Jungkook’s small, defiant mind wasn’t eager to say sorry, because he hadn’t done anything wrong. But still, he whispered hesitantly, “S-sorry.”

Taehyung’s grin widened as he said, “Why do I feel so at peace seeing you scared, Jungkookie? I want you to always sit in front of me with that terrified expression, so I can soothe myself by looking at you. What’s the opposite of a good person?”

Without missing a beat, Jungkook replied, “A bad person.”

Taehyung instantly responded, “That’s me. That’s why I prefer your frightened face over your smile. Don’t think that my marriage will save you, Jungkookie. It’ll be the end of your little game.”

Suddenly, Jungkook’s voice trembled as he asked, “Game?”

“You wouldn’t understand that. You’re still a baby.”

“I’m not a baby, Taehyungie hyung. I’m seventeen.”

“Seventeen years, two months, and ten days old. You were born at 3 AM on a Wednesday night, crying ‘wah wah.’ You weighed 3 kilograms and were barely the size of a finger. Do you want to hear more? I know everything about you, Jungkookie. You have two moles on the upper part of your back, and a birthmark on the left side of your stomach. I’ll tell you the rest another time, because you’re not old enough yet. You’re still immature. But do you still want to hear?”

Taehyung's questioning gaze lingered on Jungkook. Jungkook lowered his head. Why did this man know so much about him? Life would have been so much better if Taehyung didn’t exist in his world! Then he wouldn’t have to constantly face the embarrassment that he does.