Jungkook's gaze snapped to Taehyung, a flicker of exasperation in his eyes. He shook his head, the silent accusation hanging heavy in the air. "Seriously? Why am I even friends with you?" The disappointment was a palpable thing, thick enough to cut with a knife.
Taehyung's smirk was slow and deliberate, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Then how about we upgrade that friendship?" he purred, leaning closer. "Boyfriend?"
The pillow, launched with surprising force, caught Taehyung squarely in the chest. "Get. Out," Jungkook growled, his face flushed with anger, quickly giving way to a blush of something warmer.
Their history was a tapestry woven with laughter and shared secrets, two best friends whose bond deepened into something far more profound. Inseparable, their connection was a silent language spoken through a shared glance, a touch, the way they instinctively knew what the other was thinking. But a scandalous video leak threatened to expose their carefully guarded love.
Their secret, precious and fragile, was no longer safe. Now, faced with the impending storm of a public scandal, would they surrender to the pressure of maintaining their perfect public image, or fight for their love? Would ambition drown the embers of their passion, or would they defy the odds, battling betrayal and the unforgiving demands of their careers for a future where both their hearts and their careers could thrive?
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He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)