"You were always the softest thing in my world. Now you're the most dangerous."– Taehyung
Taehyung stood frozen in the doorway.
Steam clung to his skin. His wet hair dripped down his temple. A towel hung low on his hips, dangerously loose. He had only stepped out of the shower for a second—thinking his house was empty.
But now?
Jungkook was standing in his room.
Older. Prettier. With glitter on his cheeks, glossy pink lips parted in surprise, and that same stuffed bunny clutched in one hand.
They stared at each other.
Taehyung's mouth opened. "Jungk—"
But he didn't finish.
Because in a blink, Jungkook dropped everything and screamed.
"TAEEEEEEE!!!!"
Before Taehyung could react, Jungkook launched himself across the room — arms flying, legs curling midair like a koala. His body crashed into Taehyung's, soft and warm, legs wrapping tight around his waist.
Taehyung instinctively caught him — by the butt.
"Whoa—!"
His hands froze.
Jungkook was on him.
All of him.
Squeezing his shoulders, hiding his face in his neck, squealing like it was Christmas morning. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, it's really you!! I missed you soooo much—"
Taehyung didn't hear a single word.
Because his brain was short-circuiting.
Jungkook smelled like strawberries and marshmallows. His thigh brushed dangerously low on Taehyung's waist. And his glossy lips were way too close.
This is not the same kid from back then.This is a grown, glittery temptation in bunny socks.
Taehyung's breath hitched.
"K-Kook," he finally choked, trying not to look at the way Jungkook's thighs clung around him, "You—you're not thirteen anymore. Get off."
"Never," Jungkook beamed, rubbing his cheek against Taehyung's shoulder. "You smell the same."
"I'm—literally naked right now."
"Not my problem~"
"GET. OFF."
Jungkook finally slid down with a pout, landing softly on his feet, fixing his shirt that had ridden up. He blinked innocently up at Taehyung, completely unaware of the chaos he just unleashed.
Taehyung stepped back, grabbing a shirt from the bed to shield his dignity. His heart was beating way too fast. Not okay. So not okay.
"I—uh—didn't know you were back," he mumbled.
"I didn't know we were roommates!" Jungkook said brightly, like it was the best news ever. "This is so cute. It's like fate or something!"
Taehyung's eye twitched.
Fate?
Fate just body slammed him with a strawberry-scented menace.
That night…
Jungkook stood in front of the shared closet, already making plans for fairy lights, new pastel bedding, and maybe a vanity mirror.
Taehyung sat on the bed, still in shock.
He watched the boy move.
The soft sway of his hips. The hum of a girly song on his lips. The bunny hair clip in his hair.
Taehyung lit a cigarette.
But even the smoke couldn't blur the thought pounding in his head:
He grew up…And now he's dangerously beautiful.