The quiz competition was over, and the medical team basked in their victory, celebrating as they walked out of the auditorium. Jungkook felt a surge of pride as his teammates patted him on the back, congratulating him for his quick answers.
“Jungkook, you carried us,” Hoseok said, beaming.
“Seriously, you’re like a walking encyclopedia,” Jimin added, laughing.
Jungkook smiled modestly, but inside, he was already planning to frame the certificate of victory.
Meanwhile, the engineering team had gathered at the other end of the hallway, where Taehyung stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a mischievous grin on his face.
“You’re taking this loss way too well,” his teammate Hyungsik said, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Why not?” Taehyung shrugged. “It’s just a quiz. We’re engineers. We build stuff. Let the doctors have their little paper wins.”
Hyungsik rolled his eyes. “You’re plotting something, aren’t you?”
Taehyung smirked, pushing off the wall. “Let’s just say, I’m about to make this day interesting.”
Jungkook and his friends were on their way to the cafeteria when they spotted Taehyung and his crew heading toward them. The tension in the air was palpable, but Jungkook refused to let Taehyung ruin his mood.
“Look who’s here,” Taehyung called out, loud enough for everyone in the hallway to hear. “The quiz champs!”
Jungkook ignored him and kept walking.
“Hey, bunny boy!” Taehyung said, quickening his pace to catch up. “A word?”
Jungkook stopped, turning slowly to face him. “What now?”
Taehyung grinned, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small, golden trophy, clearly homemade, with the words “World’s Most Annoying Genius” scratched onto it.
“For you,” Taehyung said, presenting it with a flourish.
Jungkook stared at the trophy, his expression unreadable. “What is this?”
“A little something to celebrate your win,” Taehyung said, his tone dripping with mock sincerity.
Jungkook took the trophy, examining it carefully. “You made this yourself?”
“Of course,” Taehyung said, smirking. “I’m an engineer. We’re good with our hands.”
“Right,” Jungkook said, smirking back. “And yet, you couldn’t even answer Newton’s third law correctly.”
The hallway erupted in laughter as Taehyung’s teammates groaned in unison.
“Oof,” Hyungsik muttered. “Burn.”
Taehyung laughed it off, leaning closer to Jungkook. “Touché, bunny boy. But remember, we’re not done yet.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Is that a threat?”
“More like a promise,” Taehyung said with a wink before walking away, his teammates following behind him.
Later in the Cafeteria Jungkook’s friends couldn’t stop laughing about the encounter.
“Did you see his face when you called him out?” Hoseok said, nearly choking on his drink.
“He deserved it,” Jungkook replied, rolling his eyes. “The guy’s impossible.”
“But kinda funny,” Jimin added. “Admit it, he keeps things interesting.”
Jungkook paused, thinking about it. As much as Taehyung annoyed him, there was something oddly entertaining about their back-and-forth.
“Interesting isn’t the word I’d use,” he muttered, shaking his head.
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Taehyung wasn’t one to back down after a loss, especially not to Jungkook. He spent the rest of the evening scheming with his team, his mischievous grin widening as an idea began to form.
“We’re going to remind bunny boy that engineers always have the upper hand,” Taehyung declared.
Hyungsik raised an eyebrow. “And how do you plan to do that?”
Taehyung leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Simple. We crash their little celebration tomorrow. A harmless prank—just to keep things interesting.”
His teammates exchanged hesitant glances.
“Define ‘harmless,’” one of them asked.
Taehyung shrugged. “No one gets hurt. Maybe just their pride.”
The medical department had organized a small gathering in the campus garden to celebrate their quiz victory. Jungkook, ever the responsible leader, arrived early to help set up. The tables were neatly arranged, adorned with snacks, drinks, and a big banner that read, “Congratulations, Medical Champs!”
Taehyung watched from a distance, his grin widening as Jungkook meticulously adjusted the decorations.
“Man, he’s such a perfectionist,” Taehyung muttered. “This is going to be fun.”
He and his team had rigged the banner with a harmless yet hilarious surprise—a small pouch of flour attached to a string. The plan was simple: when Jungkook stood under the banner to take a photo, the string would be pulled, showering him in flour.
The celebration was in full swing. Jungkook’s teammates laughed and chatted, occasionally teasing him about how seriously he took the competition.
“Jungkook, get under the banner for a group photo!” Hoseok called out.
Jungkook hesitated. “Do I have to?”
“Of course! You’re the star of the show,” Jimin said, dragging him toward the banner.
From the bushes nearby, Taehyung and his team watched with bated breath, their hands gripping the string.
“Wait for it,” Taehyung whispered.
Jungkook stood under the banner, smiling awkwardly for the camera.
“Now!” Taehyung hissed, yanking the string.
With a soft poof, a cloud of flour descended onto Jungkook, coating him from head to toe in white powder.
The garden fell silent for a moment before erupting in laughter. Jungkook blinked through the flour, his face a mix of shock and irritation.
“Taehyung!” he yelled, immediately knowing who was responsible.
From the bushes, Taehyung popped up, laughing so hard he could barely stand.
“Relax, bunny boy,” he called out. “You look good in white!”
Jungkook stormed toward him, but Taehyung was too quick, darting away with his team in tow.
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Fated Foes
FanfictionJeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung have been enemies for as long as they can remember, their families' rivalry shaping their entire lives. Forced to share a dorm room at university, their constant bickering quickly escalates into something deeper. As th...
