Heartbound Enemies

18| First Kiss

Seokjin lay on his bed, the soft sheets cool against his skin as he shifted restlessly, unable to sleep. His thoughts were scattered, half focusing on the impending wedding, half on the strange, undeniable tension that had been brewing between him and Taehyung. With a sigh, he rolled onto his side, his eyes drifting toward the sofa where Taehyung was stretched out, staring at the ceiling.

"Are you going to sleep or just lie there all night?" Seokjin asked, his voice breaking the silence of the room.

Taehyung didn't move, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling as he replied softly, "You know I don't sleep."

Seokjin propped himself up on his elbow, studying Taehyung's expression in the dim light. "Is the sofa uncomfortable?"

A slight smirk curled Taehyung's lips as he turned his head, meeting Seokjin's gaze. "It is," he admitted, his tone playful, yet there was something deeper beneath it, something unspoken.

Seokjin sighed, reaching out to turn on the small lamp beside his bed. The soft glow illuminated the room, casting shadows that danced along the walls. He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, his voice casual though his heart was racing.

"If it's that bad, you can sleep on the bed."

Taehyung didn't wait for a second invitation. Without hesitation, he got up from the sofa, crossing the room in a few quick steps before slipping under the covers beside Seokjin. The air between them thickened, and Seokjin could feel the heat of Taehyung's body so close to his own. The bed suddenly seemed much smaller.

As Taehyung settled into the bed, Seokjin glanced at him, his mind wandering back to tomorrow's wedding. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on him, his mother's potential wrath at him attending the wedding of Taehyung's father gnawing at the edges of his thoughts.

"My mother will be furious if she finds out I'm going to the wedding tomorrow," Seokjin murmured, his fingers nervously playing with the edge of the blanket. "It's not just any wedding—it's your father's, and she hates him."

Taehyung turned his head slightly on the pillow, his voice calm, almost soothing. "It's fine, Seokjin. We'll deal with it."

Seokjin sighed, nodding, though the worry still gnawed at him. But before he could say anything else, he felt Taehyung's gaze on him. Slowly, Seokjin turned his head, their eyes locking. There was a tension in the air, thick and electric, the kind of tension that made his pulse quicken and his breath catch in his throat.

Taehyung shifted closer, his hand resting on the bed between them as he leaned in. His voice was a whisper, rough and deep, sending a shiver down Seokjin's spine.

"You're so gorgeous," Taehyung murmured, his eyes dark and intense as they roamed over Seokjin's face.

Seokjin's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as Taehyung's face came closer, the air between them growing warmer. Before he could think or stop himself, their lips met. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, like both were testing the waters. But it quickly deepened, heat flaring between them as Taehyung's hand slid down, resting on Seokjin's waist, pulling him closer.

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing, the soft rustle of sheets as they shifted against one another. Seokjin's hand found its way into Taehyung's hair, pulling him even closer as their lips moved together, the kiss growing more desperate, more hungry.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their chests heaving as they stared at each other in the dim light. Seokjin's heart raced, his mind spinning with the intensity of what had just happened.

"I'm... not into this kind of thing," Seokjin said, his voice shaky but honest, his fingers still clutching the fabric of Taehyung's shirt. He wasn't sure if he was trying to convince Taehyung or himself.