Jungkook's POV
Taehyung's reply had hit Jungkook like a lightning bolt, shaking him to his core. Me too, Kook. God, me too. Come back. The words were a confirmation, a desperate plea, an invitation he hadn't dared to dream of. Without a second thought, he'd spun his car around, ignoring the late hour and the churning storm of emotions. He needed to see Taehyung, to confirm that what was happening was real, not just a desperate fantasy.
Standing at Taehyung's door, his heart pounded against his ribs, a frantic drum against the silence. When Taehyung finally opened it, the vulnerability in his eyes, the subtle tremor in his hand, mirrored Jungkook's own turmoil. He didn't speak, didn't have to. The unspoken communication was deafening. He saw the guilt in Taehyung's gaze, but beneath it, the raw, undeniable desire that pulled them together.
Then, Taehyung reached out, pulling him inside. The door clicked shut, severing them from the world, from Jennie, from all the reasons they shouldn't be doing this.
The moment they were inside, Taehyung moved, a desperate, searching motion. His hands found Jungkook's face, cupping his cheeks, and his lips, soft and hesitant at first, then urgent, found Jungkook's. It was a kiss born of years of longing, of unspoken words, of a forbidden pull that had finally snapped. Jungkook's arms wrapped around Taehyung's waist, pulling him impossibly closer, desperate to feel every inch of him. The world tilted on its axis, and for a glorious, terrifying moment, nothing else mattered.
They kissed until their lips were swollen, until their lungs ached, until the lines between past and present blurred into an intoxicating haze. Taehyung pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Jungkook's, both breathless, eyes still closed.
"This is... this is insane," Taehyung whispered, his voice raspy, a raw confession that tore at Jungkook's heart.
Jungkook opened his eyes, meeting Taehyung's clouded gaze. He saw the fear there, the profound guilt, but also the undeniable passion. "Maybe," he breathed, his voice just as rough. "But it feels... right, hyung. Doesn't it?"
Taehyung's eyes fluttered open fully, a flicker of raw emotion passing through them – a confirmation. He pulled back, slowly, his hands dropping from Jungkook's face. The space between them, though small, felt vast.
"Jennie," Taehyung whispered, the name a cold splash of reality. He visibly flinched as he said it, as if the sound itself was a betrayal. "This... we can't... I can't do this to her."
Jungkook's heart clenched. He knew this was coming. He knew the price of their silence, the cost of his longing. He reached for Taehyung's hand, lacing their fingers together, a silent plea. "Hyung, please. Don't push me away again. Not after this. We need to talk. Properly. About everything."
Taehyung's gaze dropped to their joined hands, then back to Jungkook's eyes, a whirlwind of conflict warring within him. He was torn, pulled in two agonizing directions. The weight of his commitment, the image of Jennie, fought against the searing reality of Jungkook's touch, his kiss, the undeniable truth of his heart.
And in that fragile space, suspended between desire and duty, a new, even more treacherous chapter of their story was just beginning.