The class trip to the countryside was supposed to be educational — a historical tour, cultural learning, bonding. But all Jungkook could think about was one thing.
Rooming assignments.
The hotel was charming, rustic, small… and full. A mistake in planning, the teachers said. Some students would have to share rooms with staff.
And by "some students," apparently they meant him.
"Jeon Jungkook," the coordinator read from her clipboard. "You're with… Professor Kim."
The folder in Jungkook's hands slipped slightly.
He didn't look up — he didn't dare. But he could feel it. Taehyung's presence behind him. Calm. Collected. Dangerous.
The room was quiet, dimly lit by a single warm lamp. Two beds. Neatly made.
Taehyung set down his suitcase with a sigh. "Make yourself comfortable."
Jungkook hovered near the door. "I-I can sleep on the floor."
"You'll sleep on the bed."
He nodded quickly, avoiding eye contact as he pulled out his pajamas — a soft, oversized bunny hoodie and shorts. He hadn't expected to be sharing a room with him when he packed.
Taehyung watched from the corner of his eye, lips twitching at the sight. "Cute."
Jungkook's face burned. "It's just comfortable."
Taehyung smirked. "I never said it wasn't."
Hours passed.
The room was dark now, moonlight creeping through the curtains. Jungkook lay wide awake in bed, back turned, facing the wall. His heart hadn't slowed once.
Taehyung's breathing was soft from the other bed, but Jungkook could feel him. Always. Like gravity.
And then—
Rustling. Sheets.
A creak.
Jungkook turned slightly.
Taehyung was shirtless. Hair tousled. Walking toward the window for air. The moonlight bathed his skin in silver. Jungkook stared before he could stop himself — his gaze trailing down the toned muscles of his back, his arms, his waist.
Then—
"Like what you see?"
Jungkook's breath caught.
Taehyung didn't turn around. Just stood there, calm.
"I wasn't—"
"You were."
Jungkook pulled the blanket up to his chin, flustered. "S-Sorry."
"No need."
Taehyung turned finally, his eyes unreadable. "You're not as innocent as you pretend to be, Jeon Jungkook."
Jungkook's voice trembled. "Yes, I am."
Taehyung stepped closer, slow and deliberate. Stopped at the edge of his bed.
"That's what makes it so fun," he whispered.
And then he walked back to his bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and didn't say another word.
Jungkook lay frozen, pulse thundering in his ears.
He didn't sleep for hours.