TAEKOOK (SHOT MOVIES )

PRETENDED TO BE A GIRL ❤️🔞💦( PART-2)

The Next Day...

Taehyung stormed into the college gates, hair perfectly curled under his long wig but dark circles visible under his big eyes. His lips were pressed into a grumpy pout, and his steps were pure drama.

Inside, students were chatting and laughing, but Taehyung stomped down the corridor like a tiny hurricane.

> Taehyung (muttering to himself, glaring at the floor):
"Stupid bad boy... stupid abs... stupid bed hogger... I hope he trips on his own muscles..."

Flashback to last night:

> Taehyung (yelling):
"Move over!! I want the bed!!"

Jungkook (sprawled like a starfish):
"Nope. Get the couch."

Cut back to present:

Taehyung clenched his fists, face flushed with rage as he remembered curling up on the tiny couch, blanket barely covering his legs, eyes wide open all night.

> Taehyung (still muttering):
"I'm going to poison his protein powder."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out behind him in the corridor.

> Jungkook (teasing tone):
"Yo... Taebag. You look tired. Rough night?"

Taehyung spun around, eyes blazing, ready to throttle him.

> Taehyung (yelling):
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!"

Jungkook just grinned and leaned closer, whispering near Taehyung's ear.

> Jungkook (smirking):
"Aw... is my little roommate cranky because she missed cuddles?"

Taehyung shrieked, stomping his foot, and marched off while Jungkook burst into laughter, following him like a puppy.

Taehyung clutched his books tighter against his chest, trying not to let the heavy footsteps behind him bother him. But he already knew who it was. He didn't even need to turn.

Jeon Jungkook.
That brat. That arrogant, shirtless demon who stole his bed last night and left him to freeze on the couch.

Taehyung kept walking, picking up his pace through the college corridor. The chatter around them buzzed-students scattered to their classrooms, some whispering and watching. But then-

Thud.

A black boot slammed casually against the locker next to him, blocking his path entirely.

Taehyung halted instantly.

He blinked, then slowly looked up.

Jungkook stood there, lips curled in a lazy smirk, arms folded, one brow raised like he was entitled to the space he was taking. A silver chain hung loose around his neck, his black hoodie unzipped just enough to reveal the lines of tattoos across his collarbones.