Feared Love | Taekook

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Taehyung sat outside on the bench of the schoolyard. Jungkook would soon finish his last class. This 'activity' better be over quick.

...Remember Taehyung, you can't be judgemental or grumpy... Put your best foot forward. For the sake of the students and your own sanity.

"Hey, are you ready?" Jungkook made his way up to bench. "Yup." Taehyung quickly stood up, slinging his bag around his shoulder. "What are we going to do?"

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"This must be some sick joke." Taehyung dropped his bag on the ground once he saw where they were. "What? You don't like it?" Jungkook smiled innocently, but Taehyung knew damn well that Jungkook knew what he was doing. "You like abusing your power don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jungkook placed his bag down and closed the door.

"Then why did you rent a room in  dance studio?" Jungkook turned around to face Taehyung. "To Tango."

"...This is a nightmare right? Pinch me- wait, hold on. Don't- I'll do it myself." Taehyung pinched in his arm. "...So you awake yet?" Taehyung tried his best to supress the frown that was starting to form on his face. "Sure am."

Jungkook got rid of his jacket and tie, placing it down on the chair next to his bag. "Come on, lose that vest, tie and beret." Taehyung let out a deep sigh before taking his vest and tie off. "The beret too, else it will be flying off soon enough." Taehyung sighed again, taking his beret off. His curls falling perfectly down in place to frame his face.

Jungkook excitedly skipped over to the phonograph, clicking on the music. "Jeon, I literally don't know how to tango."

"First of all, you start by calling me Jungkook. Second of all, you did fine at camp. Don't worry, I'll lead."

"When you were talking about bonding I assumed you would want to grab a bite, not... this." Taehyung admitted. "Dance and music is what brings people closest to one another. I'd assume an Art teacher would know that." Taehyung was internally scoffing at Jungkook, the man would totally use it against him if he did it out loud.

"Just follow me okay?" Taehyung forced a smile on his face. "Okay."

And that's how Taehyung ended up getting dragged across the floor, thrown around like a ragdoll and his head nearly getting ripped from his spine by getting dipped down constantly. "I'm going to barf." Taehyung exclaimed, pushing Jungkook away to run to the toilets. Jungkook stayed back in the room, catching his breath. Perhaps they should go a bit slower. Taehyung isn't a dancer. Well, he picks it up quickly and is very flexible but the spinning is  probably fatal.

After a few minutes Taehyung returned to the room, face red. "Barfed?"

"No. I'm good."

"Shall we take it slower then?"

"Or how about we stop?"

"It's only been an hour." Jungkook rose his brow, looking Taehyung over. Taehyung breathed in deeply, mentally counting to 10. How this man can get his blood boiling is unbelievable. "I'll put on a slower track." Jungkook swapped out the disks, putting a new one on. Oh thank God, it was a lot slower. Okay, maybe Taehyung could survive this after all.

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Haha. Of course he didn't. Eventhough it was slow, Taehyung totally had forgotten that dance was a workout. Not only did he first need to learn the steps, he also had to execute them well one after another. His muscles were starting to burn, badly. Luckily for Taehyung the song was almost to an end, it was time for a fabulous end pose.

Taehyung slightly dipped through his knees, Jungkook catching him by his waist and leaning forward.

Their chests were pressed together, they were dangerously close to one another. Their hot breath was fanning each other but all that mattered was that Taehyung could actually breathe properly now. The both of them stared in each other's eyes while catching their breath.

Taehyung's curls had started sticking against his forehead while his skin was all glowy in its honey colored glory. His deep brown eyes were something you could easily get lost into, and oh was Jungkook lost.

Jungkook's heart was pounding like a mad man and seeing Taehyung's flushed face that close up did not help. Hell, Taehyung could probably feel Jungkook's heart beating rapidly. He was feeling brave, perhaps a little too brave.

He leaned in, connecting his lips with Taehyung's, holding the man tightly onto his waist. However his blissful moment didn't last long when he got pushed away and a hand made contact with his face. Jungkook grabbed his face, looking wide eyed at Taehyung who was just as or even more wide eyed. He looked at his hand before his eyes went back at Jungkook. The very culprit clasped on top of Taehyung's mouth in shock. "Oh my god I didn't mean to- I-.... I have to go." Taehyung panicked, sprinting past Jungkook to grab his stuff and out of the studio he went.

His muscles were screaming at him to stop but his brain had never told him to run as much as it did right now.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Who to go to? He has no one to go to.... Namjoon and Jimin don't know about him being- So all Taehyung could think of doing was run, run as far as his legs could take him.

Meanwhile Jungkook sat on the chair in the room. Holding his hair in his hands while staring at the ground. "Stupid, I'm so stupid.. Oh my God I ruined everything after he finally gave me a chance." Jungkook looked up, seeing his own reflection in the wallmirrow. Pathetic with a fresh bruise covering the right side of his face.

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A/n forgot to update yesterday, sorry y'all.🥴