STRANGERS

Part 17(Close)

“Can I kiss you kim?” The words slipped out, raw and trembling, hanging between them like a fragile thread stretched taut with unspoken longing.

Jungkook's starry eyes, gleaming through Taehyung’s sharp features, were wide and vulnerable.His cheeks burned a deep pink, softening Taehyung’s usually composed face into something boyish and open, his fingers trembling as they clutched the plastic bag of banana milk bottles.

His gaze was locked on Taehyung, who was standing in front of him, Jungkook’s own body staring back with an intensity that made his breath catch, his pulse roaring in his ears.

Taehyung, in Jungkook’s body, ran a shaky hand through his dark, messy hair, his deep-set eyes—now framed by Jungkook’s starry gaze—fixed on Jungkook with a raw, unguarded vulnerability that cracked his usual calm. His lips parted, a single word slipping out in Jungkook’s higher-pitched voice, “You…” The pause that followed was heavy, the air thick with a tension that felt alive, electric, like it could ignite and consume them both.

Jungkook’s heart stuttered, his body trembling as he wait for Taehyung’s response.

“Are you going through puberty, Jeon?”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped, his pout instant and dramatic, Taehyung’s sharp features twisting into a mix of indignation and hurt. “Who the fuck says that when someone asks to kiss them, Kim?!” he snapped, his voice booming in Taehyung’s deep timbre, laced with exasperation and a raw sting that cut deeper than he expected.

However Inside, his heart clenched, a tangle of rejection and longing twisting like a knife.

On the other hand Taehyung’s heartbeat increase. Jungkook’s bold question hitting him like a tidal wave. The brat’s fiery, impulsive soul  always pushed his buttons, but this this vulnerable plea—was a crack in his armor he never expected.

The idea of kissing Jungkook, even in their swapped bodies, sent a heat surging through him, raw and overwhelming. But it wasn’t right not like this, not when their identities were still blurred.

Taehyung stepped closer, his hand reaching out to ruffle Jungkook’s hair ( his own hair technically 💀) fingers lingering longer than they should, tracing the strands with a tenderness that betrayed his turmoil. “Stop being dramatic, Jeon,” he murmured, his voice low and warm

“Let’s go. Your mom must be waiting.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, his pout deepening “Dramatic? Fuck you, Kim!” he hissed, his voice shaking with frustration and something deeper, something that felt like heartbreak. His heart clenched tighter, the sting of rejection burning hotter than the flush on his cheeks.

However he wasn’t letting this slide. Not now, not when he finally let his emotions out all bare for him “Fuck it,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

He dropped the banana milk bag, the bottles clattering across the pavement, one rolling away as if fleeing the intensity of the moment.

Jungkook surged forward, his hands shooting out to grip the back of Taehyung’s neck (💀his own neck lol) warm and solid under his trembling fingers. He pulled Taehyung close, their bodies colliding with a soft, desperate thud, and crashed his lips against Taehyung’s, pouring every ounce of his aching heart into the kiss.

The world stopped, the night air fading as their lips met in a blaze of raw, unfiltered emotion.

Jungkook kissed like man was starving. His lips were soft but fierce, moving with a desperate rhythm, each press a confession of everything  which he held back. The longing, the fear, the need to be seen by Taehyung.