Fated Foes ||toptae||

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The evening air was crisp, the sky painted in hues of deep blue and purple as the city lights flickered like stars. Inside the Jeon household, everything was quiet—until a shadow moved outside Jungkook’s window.

With a soft thud, Taehyung landed on the balcony, dusting off his hands as he peeked inside. His heart raced in excitement. This was reckless. This was stupid.

And yet, he did it anyway.

He carefully slid the window open, stepping inside Jungkook’s dimly lit room. Jungkook  was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of the unexpected visitor.

"Boo."

Jungkook nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Taehyung?! What the—how did you—GET OUT!" He whisper-shouted, panic flashing across his face. His eyes darted toward the door, paranoid that someone might hear.

But Taehyung only grinned like a mischievous fox.

"Aish, I risked my life jumping from my balcony to see you, and this is how you welcome me?" He tsked, stepping closer.

Jungkook opened his mouth to scold him again, but before he could, Taehyung attacked—his lips pressing all over Jungkook’s face in playful kisses.

"Tae—stop! Y-You’re crazy—hahaha!" Jungkook tried to push him away, but the kisses kept coming—his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin. Taehyung was merciless, smothering him with affection until Jungkook was reduced to a giggling mess.

His laughter filled the room, light and breathless, as he squirmed under Taehyung’s hold.

Outside the room, Mrs. Jeon heard the noise.

She furrowed her brows, concern flashing across her face as she moved toward the door.

"What is that noise? Is Jungkook talking to someone?" she mumbled, reaching for the doorknob.

But before she could open it, a firm hand stopped her.

"Let them be."

She turned to her husband, Mr. Jeon, who was watching her with a rare softness in his eyes.

"What?" she asked, confused.

Mr. Jeon sighed, his voice quiet but firm.

"You know... for the past two years, they have been suffering just to make us happy. They gave up on their love because of us. But look at them now, sneaking around, just for a few moments together. Can you really not see how much they love each other?"

Mrs. Jeon clenched her jaw, emotions conflicting in her chest.

"He’s a Kim. And you know what that means."

"I know," Mr. Jeon admitted. "But Taehyung is not his father. Just like Jungkook is not me."

He placed a gentle hand over hers.

"Can you really keep them apart, knowing they would rather sneak around like this than be with anyone else?"

Mrs. Jeon turned her gaze back to the closed door, where muffled giggles and whispered "I missed you's" could still be heard.

For the first time, she hesitated.

Maybe… just maybe… it was time to let the past go.

~

Somewhere in the world, on a peaceful afternoon, a great disaster was unfolding.

Min Yoongi was sleeping like a log, completely dead to the world, a small smile on his face as he dreamed of his one true love—tangerines.

In his dream, he stood under a beautiful tangerine tree, the golden-orange fruits glowing like tiny suns. The wind rustled the leaves, and suddenly—plop!—a tangerine fell gently onto his palm.

"Ah… my first love," Dream-Yoongi sighed dramatically, bringing the fruit close to his nose, inhaling its sweet citrusy scent. He was at peace.

Until—

SMACK!

A real-life tangerine came flying at full speed and exploded on his face.

His dream shattered into pieces.

"YOONGI-HYUNG!"

Yoongi shot up, eyes wide, heart racing. For a second, he was convinced he had just been attacked by the fruit gods.

But no.

It was just Park Jimin, standing there with the wrath of a thousand suns burning in his eyes.

"What the hell, Jimin?!" Yoongi groaned, wiping the sticky citrus pulp off his cheek.

"I have been trying to wake you up for THIRTY MINUTES!" Jimin huffed, hands on his hips.

Yoongi blinked. "So you… threw a tangerine at my face?"

"I RAN OUT OF PATIENCE, HYUNG."

Yoongi sighed deeply, glancing at the remains of the brave tangerine that gave its life for Jimin’s frustration. He picked up a slice from his lap and ate it.

"You know," he said between chews, "this is actually pretty good. Got any more?"

Jimin screamed internally.

Jimin glared at Yoongi, who was still sitting on the bed, munching on the tangerine like nothing happened.

"Yoongi-hyung, get up! We have a party to attend!" Jimin nagged, crossing his arms.

Yoongi groaned dramatically and flopped back down. "No, we don’t. We’re married now. We don’t need parties, we need sleep."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Hyung, you’ve been acting like an old man since you were twenty. Get up before I throw another tangerine at you."

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, daring him. "You wouldn't."

Jimin grabbed another tangerine.

Yoongi shot up immediately. "Okay, okay, I’m up! Geez, you’re so violent."

Jimin smirked. "That’s what you signed up for when you married me, Min Yoongi."

Yoongi sighed and pulled Jimin into his lap, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"I regret nothing, Mrs. Min."

Jimin froze. "I told you not to call me that!" he whined, his ears turning red.

"But you are Mrs. Min," Yoongi teased, pressing a lazy kiss to Jimin’s cheek.

Jimin tried to act annoyed, but he couldn’t hide his smile.

"Fine, fine. But get ready. I’m not showing up alone while people think I’m single."

Yoongi groaned again but finally stood up. "You really want everyone to know you’re taken that badly?"

Jimin smirked. "Of course. Gotta remind people that Min Yoongi is off the market."

Yoongi rolled his eyes but grabbed Jimin’s hand, intertwining their fingers.

"You’re such a possessive husband."

"And proud of it," Jimin said smugly.

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