Collision of Verdicts

Payback

The night air in Jeju was brisk, but the warmth of the street food stalls and the buzz of alcohol coursing through everyone’s veins kept the cold at bay. Laughter echoed down the narrow streets as the group indulged in delicious treats, from hot tteokbokki to spicy fried chicken. Drinks flowed freely, and with each sip, the teasing between the couples intensified.

Jin, Taehyung, and Jimin were relentless with their playful jabs at Namjoon, Jungkook, and Yoongi. The way they laughed, winked, and flirted with their partners, knowing exactly how to push their buttons, only added to the simmering tension.

“Namjoon-ah, you should really eat more,” Jin cooed, offering a piece of grilled squid to Namjoon with a cheeky grin. “You need your strength, especially for later.”

Namjoon’s ears turned red, and he gave Jin a flustered smile. “I’m fine, really. But I’ll take the squid.”

Jimin leaned closer to Yoongi, his voice a soft whisper as he teased, “Hyung, you seem so calm, but I know what’s going on behind those eyes.”

Yoongi smirked, but his grip on the beer bottle tightened. “You don’t know everything, Jimin.”

Jungkook, meanwhile, was trying to keep his cool as Taehyung’s playful touches and suggestive looks drove him insane. Taehyung’s smile was innocent enough, but the way his hand casually brushed against Jungkook’s arm, or the way he leaned in close, his breath hot against Jungkook’s neck, had the younger man on edge.

“You okay, Jungkook-ah?” Taehyung asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes, leaning even closer until his lips nearly grazed Jungkook’s ear. “You seem... distracted.”

Jungkook swallowed hard. “I’m fine.”

But he wasn’t. Not at all.

As the night wore on and the alcohol hit everyone harder, their laughter became louder, their steps less steady. Jin, Taehyung, and Jimin continued to tease their partners mercilessly until, finally, the group stumbled back toward the hotel, full and thoroughly drunk.

When Jungkook and Taehyung reached their room, Jungkook was barely holding himself together. The teasing from earlier, combined with the sight of Taehyung in that crop top, had pushed him to his limits. As soon as the door shut behind them, something snapped.

Without a word, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung by the waist, pushing him against the wall with a sudden force that took Taehyung by surprise. Before Taehyung could react, Jungkook’s lips were on his, kissing him roughly, desperately. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t slow—this was raw passion, an outlet for all the frustration and desire that had built up over the night.

Taehyung gasped into the kiss, his hands immediately gripping Jungkook’s shirt as his legs wobbled beneath him. The intensity of the kiss, combined with the alcohol still buzzing in his system, made him feel lightheaded. But it wasn’t just the kiss—it was the way Jungkook’s hands roamed his body, the way his lips left trails of heat across his face and neck.

Jungkook’s kisses moved from Taehyung’s lips to his jawline, pressing harder, his need evident in every movement. He pressed his fingers against Taehyung’s jaw, tilting his head slightly to expose more of his neck.

"Jungkook," Taehyung breathed, his voice trembling as he held onto him for dear life.

Jungkook’s lips found their way to Taehyung’s neck, where he nipped and sucked, drawing soft, breathless moans from Taehyung. The sound of Taehyung’s voice only spurred Jungkook on, his hands tightening around Taehyung’s waist as he buried his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. He inhaled the scent of Taehyung’s skin, his kisses growing more feverish as his need for him deepened.

But just as Jungkook’s kisses began to dip lower, Taehyung’s fingers threaded through Jungkook’s hair, tugging gently, grounding him. "Jungkook, wait..." Taehyung whispered, his voice shaky but clear.

Jungkook paused, breathing heavily against Taehyung’s neck, realizing how far he was pushing things. He couldn’t—shouldn’t—go further, not tonight. As much as he wanted Taehyung, he respected him more.

But Taehyung wasn’t making it any easier. His eyes were half-lidded, lips swollen from the rough kisses, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. "Don’t stop," Taehyung murmured, pulling Jungkook back into another searing kiss.

In the heat of the moment, neither of them noticed the bathroom door opening behind them. In a sudden burst of movement, Taehyung’s back accidentally hit the shower handle, and warm water came gushing out, drenching them both in seconds.

Taehyung gasped as the water soaked through their clothes, but instead of pulling away, Jungkook grinned, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s ear. "Guess we’re showering together."

The warmth of the water combined with the heat of their bodies made the air thick with tension. They kissed again, slower this time, the water cascading around them as they pressed their bodies together, finding solace in each other.

But exhaustion from the night’s drinks and their passionate exchange began to take its toll. Slowly, they pulled away from each other, breathless and soaked.

"We should get out of here before we drown," Jungkook teased, his voice husky as he grabbed Taehyung’s hand.

Taehyung chuckled softly, nodding. "Yeah... probably a good idea."

They changed into their night clothes—simple and comfortable—before collapsing onto the bed, too tired to do anything else. The weight of the day, the alcohol, and their emotions finally caught up with them, and they drifted off to sleep, tangled in each other’s arms.

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The next morning, Jungkook woke up early, slipping out of bed quietly so as not to wake Taehyung. After a quick workout at the hotel gym, he returned to the room, feeling refreshed. But the moment he walked in, he found Taehyung standing in front of the dressing table mirror, wearing only a bathrobe, his eyes narrowed as he examined his reflection.

Jungkook froze, knowing exactly what Taehyung was looking at.

Taehyung turned to face him, pointing at the reddish-purple marks on his neck. "What is this, Jungkook?" His voice was playful, but there was an edge to it—he was both amused and slightly annoyed.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his ears turning pink as he struggled to find a response. "Uh... well... I got a little carried away."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with the explanation. Before Jungkook could say anything else, Taehyung walked over to him with purpose. Jungkook’s heart raced as Taehyung grabbed his collar and yanked him down to his level.

"Carried away, huh?" Taehyung whispered, his lips brushing Jungkook’s ear. And then, without warning, Taehyung began leaving his own set of marks on Jungkook’s neck, sucking and biting gently as Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut in bliss.

Jungkook groaned, his hands gripping Taehyung’s waist as the older man left hickies on his skin. It was overwhelming, and the sensation sent shivers down Jungkook’s spine.

After a few moments, Taehyung pulled back, grinning as he admired his handiwork. "Tit for tat," he whispered, his breath hot against Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook, still dazed from the sensation, chuckled breathlessly. "I guess I deserved that."

Taehyung smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You definitely did."

As they stood there, breathless and marked by each other, they knew that their playful teasing and passionate moments were far from over.