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The practice room smelled of sweat and exhaustion, the scent clinging to the air like an unspoken promise. The hardwood floor was slick with traces of effort, reflecting the dim glow of the overhead lights. The speakers hummed softly in the background, playing a beat that had long since lost its power to energize.
Jungkook leaned against the mirror, his black tank top clinging to his damp skin. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair, letting out a slow breath as he watched the rest of the members pack up their things. It had been another long rehearsal—just another day in the life of BTS.
Across the room, Taehyung stretched lazily, his oversized shirt slipping off his shoulder. He looked like a painting—effortlessly beautiful, lost in his own world. Jungkook swallowed, shifting his gaze away before he could be caught staring.
"You're zoning out again," Jimin teased, nudging Jungkook with his elbow. "Long day?"
Jungkook forced a small chuckle. "Yeah. Just tired."
Jimin gave him a knowing look but didn't push.
"Hyung, are we done for the night?" Jungkook asked, glancing at Namjoon.
Namjoon, still reviewing their choreo footage, nodded absently. "Yeah, good work today. Go rest."
The group began to filter out, chatting about dinner plans and upcoming schedules. Jungkook grabbed his water bottle, ready to leave, when Taehyung's voice stopped him.
"You're staying late?"
Jungkook hesitated, fingers tightening around the bottle. "Maybe a little. Why?"
Taehyung smirked, tilting his head. "I'll stay too."
A flicker of something dangerous burned in Jungkook's chest, but he pushed it down. "Suit yourself."
The others left one by one, until it was just the two of them. The door clicked shut, sealing them inside the empty practice room.
Jungkook turned back to the mirror, rolling his shoulders. "You don't have to stay, hyung."
Taehyung shrugged, moving to sit on the floor, legs sprawled out comfortably. "I know. But you always overwork yourself. Thought I'd keep you company."
Jungkook exhaled, bending down to tie his shoelaces tighter. The silence between them stretched, thick with something unnamed.
"You've been avoiding me," Taehyung said suddenly.
Jungkook froze, his hands tightening around the laces. "What?"
"You heard me." Taehyung's voice was softer now, but his gaze was sharp. "You don't joke around with me like before. You barely meet my eyes."
Jungkook forced a laugh, standing up straight. "You're imagining things."
Taehyung sighed, getting to his feet. He took slow steps forward, closing the distance between them. Jungkook felt his heartbeat quicken.
"Am I?" Taehyung murmured. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Jungkook's forehead. His fingers lingered, just for a moment. "Then why do you look like you're about to run?"
Jungkook swallowed hard. "I'm not—"
"You are," Taehyung whispered, stepping even closer. "Tell me why."
Jungkook could smell him now—faint cologne mixed with sweat, something warm and familiar. His pulse pounded in his ears.
"Hyung…"
"Jungkook," Taehyung said, his voice low. His fingers traced the line of Jungkook's jaw, featherlight, testing.
Jungkook's breath hitched. His skin burned where Taehyung touched him. His mind screamed at him to move, to step back, to laugh it off.
But he didn't.
Instead, he tilted his head, just slightly. An invitation.
Taehyung's lips curled into a slow smile. "So you won't run?"
Jungkook didn't answer. He couldn't. Not when Taehyung was this close, not when his fingers were ghosting down his arm, not when every inch of him was hyper-aware of the space between them.
And then Taehyung closed it.
Their lips met in a hesitant brush—soft, uncertain. Jungkook barely had time to process it before Taehyung deepened the kiss, pulling him closer. His fingers slid into Jungkook's hair, tilting his head just right, lips moving in a slow, deliberate dance.
Jungkook gasped against his mouth, hands gripping Taehyung's shirt. His mind was spinning, his body burning, and yet he didn't push away. He didn't stop.
Taehyung's lips trailed along Jungkook's jaw, down to the sensitive spot beneath his ear. "Tell me to stop," he murmured, breath hot against his skin.
Jungkook shuddered. "I… I can't."
A soft chuckle. "Good."
Taehyung kissed him again, slower this time, as if savoring the moment. Jungkook melted into it, his body moving instinctively, his fingers pressing into Taehyung's back.
The mirror behind them reflected their entangled forms—Taehyung's hands framing Jungkook's face, Jungkook's body pressed against his. The air was thick with heat, with unsaid words, with the weight of everything they had never acknowledged before.
When they finally broke apart, Jungkook's lips were swollen, his breaths uneven. Taehyung's gaze was unreadable, but his thumb brushed against Jungkook's lower lip, tracing the spot where their mouths had just been.
"We can't," Jungkook whispered, but his voice lacked conviction.
Taehyung smirked. "Then why aren't you letting go?"
Jungkook glanced down, realizing that his hands were still clutching Taehyung's shirt. He forced himself to release his grip, stepping back.
"This is dangerous," he murmured.
Taehyung shrugged. "So is everything we do. But that's never stopped us before."
Jungkook let out a shaky breath. "Hyung… if we do this—"
"We do it right," Taehyung interrupted. "No regrets."
Jungkook met his gaze, searching for hesitation, for doubt. He found none.
A slow smile curved Taehyung's lips. He leaned in one last time, brushing a lingering kiss against Jungkook's forehead.
"Go shower, Kookie," he murmured against his skin. "You're all sweaty."
Jungkook huffed a laugh, his heart still hammering.
As Taehyung turned to grab his bag, Jungkook stared after him, lips tingli
ng, mind racing.
He didn't know where this would lead.
He only knew one thing for certain.
There was no going back.