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...
The soft glow of the streetlights illuminated the path as Jungkook walked towards his dorm room, his steps steady but his mind elsewhere. He was preoccupied with the day’s events, the rehearsals, and, most of all, Taehyung. Taehyung, with his teasing smirks and lingering touches, had been occupying Jungkook’s thoughts far more than he cared to admit.
He reached his door, pulling out his key and aligning it with the keyhole. The quiet click of the key sliding into place echoed in the stillness of the corridor.
Unbeknownst to Jungkook, Taehyung had been trailing him silently, his steps deliberate and predatory. He watched as Jungkook, completely unaware, fumbled with the lock. A mischievous grin spread across Taehyung’s face as he closed the gap between them.
Just as Jungkook was about to turn the key, Taehyung leaned in, his presence suddenly overwhelming. His lips hovered near Jungkook’s ear, and his warm breath sent a shiver coursing down Jungkook’s spine.
“If you miss me,” Taehyung whispered, his voice low and rich, “knock on my door.”
Jungkook’s hand froze on the doorknob, his heart skipping a beat.
“But,” Taehyung continued, his tone dropping even lower, almost a seductive purr now, “if you want a kiss…”
Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat as Taehyung paused for effect, letting the tension hang thick in the air between them.
“…then don’t knock.” Taehyung’s voice was softer now, more intimate. “Just open the door and come in.”
Jungkook turned his head slightly, his wide eyes meeting Taehyung’s. His lips parted as if to respond, but words failed him. The close proximity, the heat of Taehyung’s body, and the sheer audacity of his words left Jungkook utterly speechless.
Taehyung smirked, leaning back just enough to give Jungkook a little space but not enough to sever the electric connection between them. “The choice is yours, Jungkook,” he murmured, his voice a playful challenge.
Taehyung took a step back, his eyes still locked on Jungkook’s flustered expression. With a final teasing smile, he turned and began walking towards his own dorm, his steps casual, his confidence unshaken.
Jungkook stood there for a moment, the key still in the lock, his mind racing. Should he knock? Should he take the plunge and just open the door? His cheeks burned with embarrassment and something else he couldn’t quite name.
As Taehyung disappeared around the corner, Jungkook let out a shaky breath. “What the hell is wrong with him?” he muttered, but a small, involuntary smile tugged at his lips.
He unlocked his door, stepping inside and closing it behind him. Leaning against the door, Jungkook stared at the ceiling, his thoughts swirling with Taehyung’s words.
“I’m not going to knock,” he whispered to himself, his lips twitching into a soft grin. "But I’m also not sure I can resist opening that door."
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That night, Jungkook tossed and turned in bed, unable to shake Taehyung’s words from his head. His whisper replayed like a broken record: If you miss me, knock on my door. If you want a kiss, don’t knock, just open the door.
Jungkook groaned, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in the pillow. “Why does he have to say stuff like that?” he mumbled to himself.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t erase the memory of Taehyung’s breath tickling his ear or the glint in his eyes as he walked away. It wasn’t just the teasing—it was the underlying sincerity in his tone, the way his voice dipped into something almost… vulnerable.
By midnight, Jungkook gave up on sleep entirely. He sat up in bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair and glancing toward the door of his room. A tiny voice in the back of his mind whispered, Just go. See what happens.
“No way,” Jungkook muttered, shaking his head. “I’m not playing into his games.”
But as the minutes dragged on, his resolve weakened. The pull toward Taehyung was magnetic, undeniable. And before he could second-guess himself, Jungkook found himself standing outside Taehyung’s door, his hand hovering over the doorknob.
He stared at it, conflicted. If I knock, it’s safe. But if I open it…
Jungkook took a deep breath. His heart was hammering against his ribcage, the anticipation nearly unbearable. Then, with a sharp inhale, he turned the knob and pushed the door open.
The room was dimly lit, a soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp. Taehyung was sitting on the edge of his bed, flipping through a book, his long fingers idly turning the pages. When the door creaked open, he looked up, his lips curving into a knowing smile.
“Well, well,” Taehyung drawled, closing the book and setting it aside. “No knock. Does that mean…?”
Jungkook swallowed hard, his feet rooted to the spot. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he said, his voice betraying a slight tremor.
Taehyung stood, his movements deliberate and unhurried as he approached Jungkook. The air between them crackled with tension, and Jungkook felt his resolve wavering with every step Taehyung took.
When Taehyung stopped in front of him, their faces mere inches apart, he tilted his head, studying Jungkook’s expression. “So,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “do you miss me? Or…”
Jungkook’s breath hitched as Taehyung leaned in closer, their noses almost touching.
“…do you want that kiss?” Taehyung finished, his tone dipping into a soft, intimate whisper.
Jungkook’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his mind racing. But instead of answering, he surprised them both by grabbing the front of Taehyung’s shirt and pulling him in. Their lips collided in a kiss that was desperate, electrifying, and far more intense than either of them had anticipated.
Taehyung’s initial shock melted away in an instant, and he responded with equal fervor, his hands settling on Jungkook’s waist to pull him closer. The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling as they poured every unsaid word and unspoken feeling into that one moment.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together.
“You’re such a pain,” Jungkook muttered, his cheeks flushed and his lips tingling.
Taehyung chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper. “And yet, you keep coming back,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth.
Jungkook rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “Shut up,” he mumbled, leaning in for another kiss.
This time, Taehyung didn’t tease or resist. He simply kissed Jungkook back, his heart swelling with the realization that maybe—just maybe—this was the start of something he’d always dreamed of.
They are so cute😭😭🫠🫥
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