Speeding Into Trouble || Taekook

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Taehyung and Jeongguk's secret meetings had quietly become the best part of their lives—tiny pockets of rebellion wrapped in late-night drives, stolen glances, and shared snacks in parked cars.

Between the chaos of Taehyung's forced engagement and Jeongguk's not-so-legal extracurricular activities, those brief hours together felt like the only time the universe made sense.

Their rendezvous spots ranged from deserted parking lots to quiet hillsides—basically anywhere that didn't come with the risk of bumping into Sara or, worse, Taehyung's father (a fate Taehyung said was "worse than prison").

Jeongguk had recently started bringing his car more often instead of his beloved bike, not just for convenience, but for Taehyung's peace of mind. He knew how risky it could be riding through the city, especially considering the people he was entangled with.

The car provided a layer of security that made Taehyung feel safer, and Jeongguk didn't want him to always be on edge.

It wasn't just about him anymore—he had Taehyung to protect, and that mattered more than anything.

Late-Night Rooftop Meeting

Taehyung climbed the narrow staircase with the stealth of a criminal and the heart rate of someone being chased.

Every creak of the steps felt like betrayal. When he finally shoved open the rooftop door, a rush of cool night air hit him—and so did the sight of Jeongguk, perched on the ledge like the chaos he was, black hoodie, wind-tousled hair, cigarette dangling between his fingers like a goddamn movie scene.

"You're late," Jeongguk said without looking at him, smirk already in place.

Taehyung scoffed. "Almost faceplanted over my dad's slippers. I risked my life getting here."

Jeongguk chuckled—low, lazy, lethal. "Drama queen." He patted the spot next to him. "C'mere, pretty boy."

Taehyung rolled his eyes but walked over anyway, fingers brushing against Jeongguk's as he sat. They laced together like magnets. Like muscle memory.

They sat in silence, the city stretching out before them in neon veins. Below was the real world—engagements, fathers, expectations. Up here? Just them.

"You think anyone else has a view like this?" Taehyung asked, eyes on the horizon.

Jeongguk turned to him, voice quiet but sure. "Don't give a fuck about the view."

Taehyung blinked.

"This," Jeongguk said, lifting their joined hands, "is the only thing I've ever wanted."

Taehyung's breath caught, heart doing Olympic-level acrobatics. "You're disgustingly smooth," he muttered, cheeks burning.

Jeongguk leaned in, smirk still ghosting his lips. "I only sweet-talk one person, baby."

And then he kissed him.

Not soft. Not shy.

It was deliberate. Slow, but reckless. The kind of kiss that didn't ask—it took.

By the time they pulled apart, Taehyung's mind was somewhere on a different rooftop, in a different dimension. He let his head fall on Jeongguk's shoulder, still breathless.

"You make sneaking around almost worth it," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

Jeongguk tilted his head, eyes half-lidded. "Almost?"

Taehyung huffed a laugh. "Fine. Totally fucking worth it."

Jeongguk grinned, victorious. "Thought so."