The Jeons and the Kims, both equally immersed in the sensual politics and underground world, maintained a relationship that appeared friendly on the surface, but was ultimately fake. Their interactions resembled the exchange of roses, where the deli...
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•feelings are a bitch•
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•2017•
Jungkook stared at Taehyung, his eyes filled with a conflicting array of emotions. Confusion swirled within him, a feeling he couldn't quite grasp or understand. He had always prided himself on his ability to read situations and people, but when it came to Taehyung, he was completely and utterly lost.
The sight of Taehyung's bruised face and body should have filled Jungkook with a sense of satisfaction, a twisted delight that his supposed enemy was suffering. After all, they were sworn rivals, their animosity towards each other deeply rooted and unwavering.
Jungkook had always believed he hated Taehyung, that their relationship was one of pure, unadulterated loathing.
Yet, as Jungkook's gaze lingered on Taehyung's lips which were bruised, a surge of discomfort that he couldn't quite explain. It was as if his heart and mind were at war, his emotions betraying the very beliefs he had clung to for so long.
Jungkook hated himself for this, for the conflicting feelings that threatened to consume him. He had always prided himself on his unwavering resolve, his ability to remain steadfast in his convictions. But now, faced with the sight of Taehyung's battered form, he found himself questioning everything he thought he knew.
Was Taehyung truly his enemy?
Was their relationship as simple as black and white, as cut and dry as he had always believed?
The more Jungkook tried to rationalize his thoughts, the more confused and frustrated he became. It was as if he was trapped in a labyrinth of his own making, unable to find his way out.
Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Taehyung, his palm still resting firmly on the other man's shoulder.
"Do you have bruises on your waist as well??"
Jungkook pressed, his voice laced with suspicion. He wasn't about to let Taehyung evade the question so easily.
Taehyung felt his throat tighten as he met Jungkook's gaze, desperate to avoid the prying eyes that seemed to bore into him. He knew Jungkook wouldn't let this go, but the thought of admitting the truth filled him with dread.
