As Lia laughed at one of Taehyung’s terrible dumpling jokes (“What do you call a dumpling that can sing? Dim sum-buddy!”), Jungkook decided he’d had enough. He grabbed a notebook and furiously doodled something to calm down. When he looked up again, Taehyung was feeding Lia a dumpling with a flourish.
“Are you seriously hand-feeding people now?” Jungkook muttered to himself, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “What’s next, a fan club?”
Meanwhile, Hoseok popped up beside him, munching on what looked like his fourth dumpling. “You jealous or just mad he’s outdoing your stationery stall?”
Jungkook glared at him. “Neither. But feeding people dumplings? That’s unsanitary.”
“Oh, relax,” Hoseok said, nudging him. “You’re just mad because you want a dumpling and he didn’t offer you one.”
“I do not!” Jungkook hissed, crossing his arms. “And stop talking with your mouth full.”
(I hate when people talk with their mouth full )
Across the hall, Lia clapped her hands. “Taehyung, this is amazing! You haven’t changed a bit.”
Taehyung chuckled, glancing over at Jungkook out of the corner of his eye. “Well, some things never change, right?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes so hard they nearly got stuck. “He’s such a show-off.”
Just then, Lia decided she wanted to get a group photo. “Oh! Let’s take a picture, just like old times! You, me, and Jungkook!”
Jungkook froze mid-eye roll, and Taehyung looked like someone had just suggested eating soup with a fork.
“Uh... yeah, about that,” Taehyung said quickly, grabbing Lia’s arm. “Let’s check out the art stall first. They have—uh—paintings. Really... paint-y ones.”
He started dragging her away, his arm still around her shoulder. Lia, confused but obliging, went along with him.
Jungkook’s face darkened. He clenched the nearest notebook like it was Taehyung’s neck. Hoseok, ever the instigator, leaned closer and whispered, “Bet you won’t let him win her over that easily.”
“Win her over?” Jungkook scoffed, trying to sound unaffected. “She’s not a prize.”
“Then why are you staring at them like a jealous ex?” Hoseok said, smirking.
Jungkook shoved a pen at Hoseok and muttered, “I’m not jealous.” But when he turned back and saw Taehyung dramatically wiping an imaginary crumb off Lia’s face, he slammed his hands on the table.
“That’s it,” Jungkook muttered, storming over.
When he reached the food stall, Lia looked delighted. “Jungkook! I was just saying how nice it’d be to get a picture of all of us!”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “Oh, now you want to be in the photo?”
“I didn’t say that,” Jungkook snapped, trying to keep his voice steady. “I just wanted to say—your dumplings smell terrible.”
Taehyung gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “You take that back!”
“Make me,” Jungkook shot back.
“Boys, stop it!” Lia said, stepping between them. “You’re acting like you’re still in high school.”
“We wouldn’t be acting like this if someone hadn’t fed you a dumpling like we’re in some cheesy drama,” Jungkook grumbled.
“And we wouldn’t be here if someone didn’t act like a walking Excel spreadsheet,” Taehyung retorted.
Lia sighed, clearly regretting her life choices. Meanwhile, Hoseok stood in the background with another dumpling, grinning like he was watching prime-time TV.
Hoseok is me ,me is hoseok .
Tmi time
When I was a kid, I used to sleep a lot—like, a lot—without a care in the world. My parents would spend so much time just trying to wake me up. So, they started buying snacks and putting them beside my head. They said I would sniff the snacks and wake up to eat them. Was I a dog or what?
And also thank you soo much love
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Fated Foes ||toptae||
FanfictionJeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung have been enemies for as long as they can remember, their families' rivalry shaping their entire lives. Their constant bickering quickly escalates into something deeper. As they compete in games and challenges, their a...
