I'll be there! | Jin one shots

Taejin - Fight For an Hour

After a long day, Taehyung and Seokjin were lounging in the dorm's living room, unwinding with some TV. They stumbled upon an old show Taehyung adored, but Seokjin found... questionable.

"Are you serious, Taehyung-ah?" Seokjin groaned, side-eyeing the screen. "This is the most predictable plot ever. How can you like this?"

Taehyung's jaw dropped. "Predictable? Hyung, you have no taste! This is a classic!"

Seokjin snorted, crossing his arms. "It's cheesy, that's what it is. I could predict every twist without even watching the rest."

"Then you're clearly not watching closely enough," Taehyung replied, eyebrows raised in challenge. "The characters are complex, hyung! You just don't get it."

"Oh, I get it," Seokjin shot back, eyes narrowing. "You're just blinded because your favorite actor's in it. That's the only reason you think it's good!"

Taehyung gasped, looking genuinely offended. "Excuse me? You're one to talk, Mr. 'I Watch Every Drama by That One Actress.' This show has depth. Just admit you're wrong!"

They glared at each other, neither willing to budge. Eventually, Seokjin huffed and stormed off to his room, while Taehyung flopped back on the couch, arms crossed and heart pounding with frustration.

---

An hour passed. Taehyung tried to stay mad, replaying the argument in his mind, but soon he found himself glancing at the empty seat beside him, sighing.

"Ugh, why did we even argue about a show?" he muttered, fiddling with the remote. "Now I can't even enjoy it..."

Meanwhile, Seokjin was pacing in his room, glancing at the door every few minutes, debating whether to swallow his pride and check on Taehyung. He huffed, trying to convince himself that he didn't need to make the first move. But when his phone buzzed, he scrambled to see if it was a text from Taehyung, only to deflate when he saw it was just an email.

"Fine, whatever," Seokjin muttered to himself. "I don't need him to admit I was right. I'm perfectly fine on my own..."

---

Thirty more minutes went by, and Taehyung couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his phone, his fingers hovering over the text screen. He typed and deleted multiple times, trying to find the right words to break the silence. Finally, he settled on something simple.

Taehyung: "Are you still mad?"

After a moment, Seokjin's phone buzzed. He read the message, feeling his heart race, but he tried to play it cool.

Seokjin: "Depends. Are you still wrong?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes, a small smile sneaking onto his face. Of course Seokjin wouldn't let it go that easily.

Taehyung: "Can we just agree that you overreacted?"

Seokjin: "Excuse me? I overreacted? You're the one who made it a big deal!"

Taehyung: "Whatever, hyung. Just... come watch it with me?"

Seokjin stared at the message, his tough exterior cracking. He missed Taehyung's silly commentary, the way he'd always go off about his favorite characters. With a sigh, Seokjin replied.

Seokjin: "Only if you admit I might have some taste in shows."

Taehyung: "Fine. Maybe you slightly have taste."

Seokjin laughed, rolling his eyes. He got up and wandered back to the living room, where Taehyung sat waiting, pretending to be focused on the screen.

Seokjin plopped down beside him, feigning nonchalance. "Well, if I'm going to suffer through this show, you'd better make it entertaining."

Taehyung grinned, nudging him playfully. "I can't promise that, but I can make some popcorn."

Seokjin's eyes lit up. "Now we're talking."

They settled in, bickering softly about the plot, throwing popcorn at each other between fits of laughter. And as the episode ended, Seokjin leaned over, resting his head on Taehyung's shoulder.

"I guess this show isn't that bad," Seokjin admitted quietly.

Taehyung beamed, his heart racing. "It's okay to admit you like it, hyung. No one's judging you."

Seokjin chuckled, turning to him. "Maybe I'm more entertained by you than the show," he murmured.

Taehyung's heart skipped a beat, his cheeks warming. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

Seokjin's smile softened, his gaze lingering. "Maybe. But you like it." He reached over, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind Taehyung's ear, his fingers brushing Taehyung's cheek in the process.

Taehyung felt his breath hitch, the playful energy between them shifting into something warmer, softer. "Hyung..."

Seokjin's hand lingered on his cheek, his thumb tracing gently over his skin. "Sorry for being stubborn," he whispered. "I just... like being right around you."

Taehyung laughed softly, leaning into Seokjin's touch. "You're impossible. But I guess that's why I missed you after, like, an hour."

Seokjin's heart fluttered, and he tilted his head, their faces inches apart. "So... does this mean I've won?"

Taehyung smirked, closing the distance, pressing a gentle kiss to Seokjin's lips. "Nope. This means we both win."

They shared a warm, lingering kiss, neither of them remembering why they argued in the first place. All that mattered was this moment, their hearts beating in sync, and the promise of many more silly arguments that would always end just like this.