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•°Twenty Seven•°

Rivals in love•°•°

Taehyung was clad in a Balmain shirt, as white as the bed sheets underneath. He was laid against the bed post and an opened book lied in his hand. Meanwhile, his other hand subconsciously played with the soft and long hair of the man that slept beside him, peaceful and sound. As the loft had no curtain to draw over, lawless sun rays bullied them with no care for principles. Amidst such profound paradise, Jungkook finally stirred up and stretched his naked limbs out through the gaps of the comforter.

"Taehyung?"

"Good Morning, Jungkook."

Jungkook did not answer. Instead he stared at him, face as blank as the clothe on Taehyung's Body. He seemed to contemplate if he was dreaming. Contemplating until the morning haze had faded away and made way for the memories to come running into his brain. And having been abstained from any kind of sexual deed for more than a couple years, Jungkook had not realised how thin skinned he has come to be. As soon as his head started relishing those moments last night, Taehyung only saw the man before him turning ruddier and ruddier. It caused Taehyung to smirk and chime out,

"Calm down, would you? There are steam coming out of your ears."

Taehyung had not yet been that cruel to laugh at the younger male's misery; but once seeing how he tried to actually check if there were really steam coming from his orifice, Taehyung had to laugh out loud.

"Do not laugh, Tae."

"And why so?"

Jungkook sat up and got out of the bed in one go, without a single act of modesty. Taehyung who was laughing till now, gaped at the male stretching his arms and yawning so freely like he wasn't standing there nude and bare. Majestic and poised against the light falling upon him through the window behind; yet all savage and unruly.

"Do you need a massage? How is your waist, baby?"

The corner of Taehyung's mouth twitched. When you can't help the blush on your face, you try to counterattack knowing your opponent's weakest point? But too bad, the said opponent was Kim Taehyung.

"No need dear, it is not your cup of tea to break this hyung's waist. Go wash up first, it's past noon and we need to have lunch."

"Oh, do we?"

Jungkook had his lips slightly bend, skirting around the bed and coming towards Taehyung, who had already slid till the edge.

"Hmm."

"Hmm?"

Once close, they both stared at each other. After a moment of silence, Taehyung flicked his hair afront his eyes.
And like that, both of them found themselves extremely abashed and at lose. Taehyung looked down and Jungkook weeded away towards the washroom.

There was a small smile on Taehyung's face that wouldn't fade even at command. Last night, Taehyung saw the real Jungkook. And the black shadow that had once fallen upon him, the wounding memory, disappeared little by little. Jungkook behaved so lovely, so gentle and so sweet, Taehyung felt it wasn't their first time dating, like they were lovers; they were two starcrossed lovers. There was no strong sense of lust blinding them, only honey glazed caresses and tantalising kisses. And again, Taehyung smiled a little.

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When they first came, Jin assigned this one forsaken room to Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin. Knowing they had this so called enmity over their mutual unrequited love; Jimin and Hoseok liked to think of themselves as two comrades in arms who are fighting against each other. From a really early time, Yoongi ignored their advances but they both did not stop acting shameless. But, things never really got that much awkward. Yet, from years of harmonious experience of being close brothers working to win one person to the couples of years not even seeing each other's faces, they had never been more awkward than they were today.

"Why are you acting like it was me? And why do you even make such a big deal out of it?"

Hoseok shouted at Jimin's face and the already ugly expression on him turned even blacker.

"Am I, Hoseok? Weren't you the one who was acting like I am a dirty scum who does not brush his teeth?"

"When did I say that?"

Jimin rolled his eyes and turned away from the brunette before him. Hoseok opened his mouth again but for few seconds, didn't know what to say.

"Okay, maybe I reacted a little extreme, but you can not possibly expect me to not freak out. They were talking about how the kiss makes love eternal and stuff."

Jimin did not reply, so Hoseok added a little more,

"And to be honest, Jimin, it's still slightly unsettling to me, how right when I was falling, you were there to catch me. Too coinc-"

"See? Again. You are again making up your conspiracy theories. You are indirectly-... No, directly calling me pervert."

Jimin hissed and towered over Hoseok. Though his height wasn't friendly for hovering over someone, because Hoseok was already leaning against the wall, it was easier for Jimin to corner him like a canary in control.

Coming nose to nose, Jimin snarled at him,

"Look Hoseok, you are my friend, I love you and all. But I like Yoongi, as in a lover, so don't be too narcissistic, alright?"

Hoseok looked flustered for a slight miniature moment before he regained his wolfish grin. He had no place to back away, so all he could do was push himself against the wall behind even harder. Almost blending into the white paint. One of his palms was subconsciously implanted against Jimin's chest in a forgotten attempt of pushing the lad away, while his mouth spewed provoking profanity.

"Why so serious, Jim? It's not like I am telling the truth. And, you know I'm well aware of the dynamic and term between us two. Don't forget, to me, Yoongi is my long lasting crush too-.."

But before his words could come to an end, the door opened and a pajama worn Yoora, looking haggard and sleepy, came through without knocking.

"Jin is eating my brain. Please come down and eat your foods fir-.. sorry I didn't knock. Bye."

She suddenly became sober and even politely closed the doors on her awake. That was when they finally noticed the thick ambiguity in the air surrounding them two. Jimin's face couldn't be more black and he pushed himself up and few meters away from where he was previously caging the later.
Hoseok snorted and looked away. There should not be any kind of awkwardness. There should be only disgust. There should be no awkwardness. Cause being awkward meant there were thoughts unnecessary. So, Hoseok frowned a little. Jimin should soon stop having these awkward moments or Hoseok feared he will personally have to make him stop.

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Short chapter because it's been years since I touched this book and I need to read the whole thing anew.
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