BunBun Mine // taekook

Chapter 52

Jungkook felt an unstoppable storm of emotions erupting inside his chest, his heart hammering wildly against it's ribcage. His trembling fingers, unsure and hesitant, instinctively tried to pull away, but Taehyung's firm grip kept them in place. Taehyung brought Jungkook's hand close to his lips, his gaze unblinking and filled with an intensity akin to a desert bird yearning for rain. Jungkook, swimming in a sea of conflicting thoughts, finally resolved to wipe the faint trace of red lipstick from Taehyung's lips.

His hesitant fingers brushed against Taehyung’s lips, and an electric shiver shot through Jungkook's entire body. A sudden rush of heat flooded his veins, and his face burned with an unfamiliar warmth. His pulse raced further when he felt Taehyung’s steady hand press against his arm, guiding him even closer to his towering frame.

Taehyung’s dark eyes glistened with mischief as he murmured in a deep, teasing tone, "We’re taking too long, Jungkookie. Hurry up, or I’ll walk in like this. Let everyone see, and then it’s you who’ll have to face the embarrassment."

Jungkook flushed crimson, the weight of Taehyung’s words making his already trembling hands move quicker. He gently tried wiping Taehyung’s lips, but instead of cleaning, the stain seemed to spread further. Taehyung's lips, now slightly smudged, appeared even more captivating. A soft chuckle escaped Taehyung as he leaned forward, pressing closer to Jungkook, who was losing control of his own breath.

Giving up on the struggle, Jungkook exhaled softly and murmured, his voice trembling with shyness, "It won’t work with fingers. It’s smudging. I need to use a tissue."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident as he grabbed the edge of Jungkook’s scarf. His deep voice filled with mock indignation as he questioned, "Tissue? Why not this scarf? But then again—look at it. Such a cruel piece of fabric, this delicate chiffon. I won’t risk it scratching my lips, leaving me injured. Imagine, if my lips get cut, you’d say, ‘Oh, Taehyungie hyung, your lips are hurt. I can’t kiss them now.’ I know your wicked plans, Jungkookie. You’re not as innocent as you seem."

Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock, utterly confused by Taehyung’s absurd accusations. Why would he even think that? How could he jump to such wild conclusions? Jungkook blamed Taehyung’s habit of twisting simple things into dramatic narratives for his paranoia. Shaking his head slightly in disbelief, Jungkook muttered, “I think there’s a tissue in my bag. Hold on.”

"I’m already waiting," Taehyung replied smoothly, smirking as he watched Jungkook hurriedly rummage through his side bag. As he looked inside, his eyes inadvertently fell on an envelope nestled among Jungkook’s belongings. His gaze darkened, intrigued by the sight.

Pulling out a tissue, Jungkook quickly zipped up the bag, ready to wipe Taehyung's lips. But Taehyung’s voice broke through his concentration, his tone curious but laced with suspicion. "What’s that envelope doing in your bag? Who gave it to you?"

Jungkook was stunned. A shiver ran through him, and restlessness began to show on his face. How would he explain that this letter was the reply to the one Taehyung had left for him last time when he went to Seoul? If he confessed, surely Taehyung would start pestering him with questions. He would not leave him in peace. To hide the truth, Jungkook told a lie,

"This! This was given to me by a friend."

"Wow! In this modern time of the internet, your friend still writes letters? Who is this friend? Alpha or omega? Where do they live? In Busan or another city? What's their name?"

The relentless barrage of questions left Jungkook bewildered. He couldn't form a proper lie. So he said, "An omega friend. From the capital."

Taehyung eyed him with even more suspicion. "A friend from capital? From Seoul? But where would you have a friend in Seoul?"