Jeon 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...
Taehyung sat at the table with Lia, casually slurping his ramen, but his attention was far from the noodles. His gaze flickered toward the entrance, and there he was—Jungkook, walking in with Yoongi. Taehyung stiffened as Jungkook ordered ramen and handed it to Yoongi, who flashed him a grateful smile.
The nerve.
Taehyung’s grip on his chopsticks tightened, and he gritted his teeth. “Lia,” he said suddenly, his voice overly sweet, “let’s take a photo.”
“A photo?” Lia looked up, blinking in confusion. “Uh, okay?”
She leaned in, oblivious to Taehyung’s true intentions. He held his phone up, aiming the camera so it perfectly captured him feeding Lia a piece of ramen.
Across the room, Jungkook noticed the scene and clenched his jaw. The nerve.
Unbothered, Jungkook grabbed a pair of chopsticks and plucked a piece of broccoli from his bowl. “Yoongi-hyung,” he said, his voice calm but pointed, “here, take this. It’s your favorite.”
Yoongi looked at him, amused. “Oh? Thanks.”
Without hesitation, Jungkook fed the broccoli to Yoongi, making sure Taehyung had a clear view.
Taehyung saw the gesture, and his glare could’ve set the ramen broth on fire. He immediately turned to Lia and attempted to feed her more ramen, but Lia raised a hand, clearly annoyed. “Taehyung, I’m full. Eat your own food and stop feeding me!”
Jungkook, witnessing Lia’s frustration, couldn’t help but chuckle. The sound grated on Taehyung’s nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
Then, Jungkook leaned toward Yoongi with a smirk. “Hyung, you’ve got something on your face.”
Yoongi blinked, confused. “Where?”
“Right here,” Jungkook said, leaning in closer and gently wiping the corner of Yoongi’s lips with his thumb. The act was casual yet precise—intended for maximum irritation.
The final straw snapped.
Taehyung slammed his chopsticks on the table, the noise echoing loudly and startling Lia, who nearly dropped her phone.
“Taehyung!” Lia scolded, her voice sharp. “What’s wrong with you? Stop acting like a child!”
“Child?” Taehyung spluttered, his eyes darting between Jungkook and Yoongi, who were now watching him with thinly veiled amusement.
Jungkook smirked, his tone mocking but light. “Hyung, maybe you should finish your ramen before it gets cold. Or are you too busy playing?”
Taehyung glared at him, but before he could retort, Lia smacked him lightly on the arm. “You’re embarrassing me. Eat your food.”
Defeated for now, Taehyung slouched back in his seat, muttering under his breath as he resumed eating. Jungkook, thoroughly entertained, leaned back with a victorious grin, knowing full well he had won this round of their unspoken war.
After finishing their ramen, Jungkook and Yoongi got up to leave, Jungkook deliberately brushing past Taehyung's table with a smug smirk. Taehyung’s eyes followed him like a hawk, his mood as spicy as the ramen he’d just eaten.
Lia, noticing his behavior, sighed dramatically. “Taehyung, seriously. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” Taehyung muttered, stabbing at a piece of ramen like it had personally offended him.
Lia narrowed her eyes. “Does this ‘nothing’ have a name? Perhaps Jungkook?”
Taehyung froze, his chopsticks hovering mid-air. “What? No! Why would you even say that?”
Lia smirked knowingly. “Because you’ve been glaring at him like he stole your dessert. And don’t think I didn’t notice the table slam earlier. Subtlety is clearly not your strong suit.”
Taehyung groaned, running a hand through his hair. “He’s just… infuriating.”
“Infuriating, huh?” Lia teased, leaning her chin on her hand. “That’s a very passionate word.”
Before Taehyung could defend himself, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from Jungkook.
Jungkook: Enjoy your ramen, hyung? Looked like you were having a lot of fun… before you threw a tantrum.
Taehyung’s jaw clenched as he typed back furiously.
Taehyung: Don’t flatter yourself. You and Yoongi looked like a cheap K-drama couple trying too hard.
Jungkook replied almost instantly.
Jungkook: Better a couple than a third wheel who can’t even feed his date properly.
Taehyung glared at his phone so hard that Lia leaned over to peek at the conversation. “What’s got you so worked up?” she asked, stealing a fry from his plate.
“Nothing,” Taehyung snapped, locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket.
Lia shook her head, clearly unconvinced. “Whatever it is, you need to chill. Your blood pressure’s probably through the roof.”
Taehyung didn’t respond, too busy plotting his next move. If Jungkook wanted to play games, Taehyung would make sure to come out on top. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot.
As they left the restaurant, Taehyung couldn’t help but glance at his phone again, his mind swirling with thoughts of how to one-up Jungkook. Lia, noticing his distracted state, sighed. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”
“Hopelessly brilliant,” Taehyung shot back, a sly grin creeping onto his face.
Because if Jungkook thought he had won, he was sorely mistaken.
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