The Love Maze

"You can't stand here, and-and tell me not to go out because you're-"

"Say it. I'm all ears." Taehyung wasn't playing fools anymore. Those ravenous eyes didn't move a speck distance from Jeongguk's flushed angry lips. He leans in, "I'm doing all this nonsense because I'm . . ." icing the younger's veins, ". . . jealous to share you with the world?"

Jeongguk swallows. "Fuck you." He meant it. Not in the literal, obvious sense, of course. More like for fuzzing up his cotton head as if he owns him; maybe Jeongguk prefers it that way, in a loathsome admittance.

He watches the older smirking down stunningly like he read his thoughts.

And tilts his head, "Oh, look. Now, I even adore these cruel words from you. What have you done to me, birdie?"

***

Two souls residing in the same city, studying at the same college, living catastrophic opposite lives.

Taehyung, the epitome of a red flag, could make anyone run barefoot for him, regardless of gender, and still be met with disdain. He was the ace volleyball setter and captain, embodying a bad boy leather aesthetic and remaining cruel to anything white in his morally grey world. Jeongguk, on the other hand, was the epitome of compassion-praying, feeling guilty for the help he received, assisting the elderly across streets, and buying biscuits for stray animals on his way home. Taehyung lived a life of reckless indulgence, while Jeongguk, though living in an orphanage, had created a family with those around him and harbored a one-sided crush on the student body president, Mingwa.

The differences between them were vast and numerous, and nothing could truly capture the whispers of their intertwined destinies.

Everything began to unravel when their mutual disdain was ignited by the revelation of Jeongguk's adoption.

And no one could have foreseen the complexity of it all.