Taehyung POV → Jungkook POV → End Scene Back to Taehyung
🐯 Taehyung POV:
He slammed the bathroom door shut.
Locked it.
Pressed both palms to the cold sink counter and stared at his own reflection like it had personally betrayed him.
"WHAT," he whispered, eyes wide, "THE ACTUAL F*CK JUST HAPPENED."
His towel was gone. His cigarette was gone. His sanity? Definitely gone.
And all because of one boy.
No.Not a boy.A demon.A cute fluffy dangerous demon in pink pajamas.
"He was on me.""He sat on me.""He—he threw my cigarette out like he owned me."
Taehyung dragged a hand down his face.
Why was his heart racing?Why were his hands shaking?Why did Jungkook smell like strawberries and sin?
He turned on the tap, splashing cold water on his face.
Did it help?No.It only made him think of Jungkook's soft fingers wiping his cheek when they were kids.
He groaned, chest heaving, and stared at the mirror again.
"Pull yourself together. He's a boy.""He's your childhood best friend.""He's—he's so fcking pretty now it's illegal—*"
Knock knock.
"Hyung?" came that dangerous voice.
Taehyung flinched.
"Are you okay? You've been in there for fifteen minutes."
Taehyung stared at the door like it was cursed.
"No. No I'm not okay. I'm having a crisis over your thighs, you evil bunny."
He took a deep breath. "I'm—fine."
Another pause.
Then that soft, teasing voice:
"You forgot your shirt... do you want me to come bring it?"
Taehyung didn't answer.
Because if he did, he might scream.
🐰 Jungkook POV:
Jungkook skipped back to the bed, flopping on his stomach like nothing happened.
But inside?
He was SCREAMING.
"Why did I say that—""Why did I sit on him like a lap dancer—""Why do I want to do it again???"
He punched his pillow, burying his face in it.
"You're a menace, Jeon Jungkook," he whispered. "A menace in bunny slippers."
But god… the way Taehyung had looked at him?
Like he was a bomb with pink icing.
It made Jungkook's stomach flip. His heart flutter. His cheeks burn.
"He still smells like mint and trouble."
He rolled onto his back, playing with the sleeves of his hoodie. "I just wanted him to notice me…"
Suddenly, the image flashed in his mind:Taehyung, half-naked, hair wet, tattoo peeking over his collarbone.
Jungkook squealed into the pillow.
He was doomed.
🐯 Taehyung POV — End Scene:
He finally opened the bathroom door.
Jungkook was back in bed, curled up under three fluffy blankets, reading a webtoon. He looked innocent again. Sweet. Angelic.
Taehyung narrowed his eyes.
"Devil in disguise."
"I left your shirt on the door," Jungkook said without looking up.
Taehyung grabbed it without a word and threw it on—backwards.
He didn't even care.
His thoughts were too loud. His heart was too fast.
"If he does something like that again... I won't be able to control myself."
But little did Taehyung know—
Jungkook had no intention of stopping.
Because for Jungkook, this was war.
And he was winning.
To Be Continued...