"Watch your back, sweetheart," Jungkook growled, his voice lower, more dangerous now. "You and I... we're not done."
Taehyung glanced down at the hand on his arm, then met Jungkook's eyes with a cool, unimpressed look. "I'd say we were never really...
The long-awaited frat party had finally arrived, and after the grueling exams, everyone was ready to unwind.
Jungkook was no exception. Standing in front of the mirror, he checked his reflection with a grin, clearly pleased with himself.
From across the room, Yoongi looked up from his phone, smirking as he watched Jungkook fuss over his appearance.
“You sure you’re not getting ready for a runway, Jeon? It’s just a party,” he teased, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jungkook shot him a playful glare. “Says the guy who’s been staring at his phone every five minutes to check if Jimin has texted,” he shot back, waggling his eyebrows.
“Let’s be real, hyung, we know who you’re getting ready for.”
Yoongi’s cheeks turned pink, but he managed to keep a straight face. “Mind your business, Casanova. At least I’m not spending half an hour fixing my hair for Taehyung.”
Jungkook laughed, taking a step back to give himself one last look. “What can I say? Gotta keep my man interested.” He shot Yoongi a smirk.
“You should try it. Maybe Jimin would actually look at you instead of his phone for once.”
Yoongi threw a sock at him, which Jungkook dodged with a laugh. “You’re so full of yourself,” Yoongi muttered, though the corners of his mouth were twitching with a smile.
“Just don’t trip over yourself when you see Taehyung looking better than you.”
“Oh, please,” Jungkook shot back. “Taehyung’s already mine, but I’ll make sure he falls for me all over again tonight.”
Yoongi snorted. “Bold of you to assume you’re the one he’s coming to see.”
Jungkook grinned, running a hand through his hair. “Just watch, hyung. By the end of the night, he’ll be looking at no one but me. You should probably give Jimin a reason to do the same, hyung.” He winked.
Yoongi sighed, shaking his head, but there was a spark of competitive amusement in his eyes. “Fine, fine. But don’t cry when Taehyung steals the spotlight.”
Jungkook shrugged, his smile widening. “I’ll risk it. My baby can steal my spotlight anytime.”
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In Taehyung’s apartment, the usual post-exam relief was quickly replaced by a mix of excitement and nervousness as he took in his reflection.
Tonight’s outfit was a complete departure from his typical style, and even he was a bit stunned by how daring it was.
Taehyung squinted at his laptop, glaring at the screen where Tessa’s grinning face filled the frame.
She had been hyping him up for the last twenty minutes while he nervously fidgeted with the outfit she’d picked out for him.
He stood in front of the mirror, gaping at his reflection. “Tessa,” he groaned, tugging at the black netted tank top that clung to his torso, showing way more skin than he was used to.
“Are you out of your damn mind? I look like… I don’t even know what I look like!”
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