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Meet the stars:

Jungkook is confident, competitive, and annoyingly good at everything he tries — whether it's business pitches, basketball games, or charming men and women alike.

• He has a laser-focused, "work hard, win harder" mindset and absolutely hates losing, especially to Taehyung.
• Beneath his cocky exterior is a perfectionist who pushes himself too hard but hides it behind his smirks and dismissive attitude.
• He’s stubborn to the point of absurdity, refusing to admit he's wrong even when it's painfully obvious. Loyalty runs deep for Jungkook — once you're in his circle, he’ll defend you fiercely, but cross him, and you're dead to him.
• Despite his blunt, sharp-tongued nature, Jungkook has a soft spot for small acts of kindness he pretends not to notice.
• Jungkook has Yoongi's sharp wit and Namjoon's thoughtful wisdom both firmly in his corner.

Taehyung is a walking contradiction — effortlessly cool yet deeply thoughtful, playful but fiercely independent.

• He is effortlessly charming, creative to his core, and thrives on living life unapologetically on his own terms.
• He sees beauty where others see chaos, with a reputation for being both enigmatic and magnetic.
• Though he presents a carefree front, Taehyung is deeply passionate and loyal, willing to protect those he loves without hesitation.
• Taehyung despises insincerity and gravitates toward authenticity, even when it makes him brutally honest or unconventional.
• He’s fiercely protective of his friends and has a soft spot for random acts of kindness, even if he pretends to shrug them off.
• Jimin and Jin are Taehyung’s dysfunctional yet must-have support system. Jimin is Taehyung’s emotional rock, always ready to pull him out of his head, while Jin is the dramatic, wise older brother figure who offers chaotic yet comforting advice.

Love them, hate them, either ways you will at least question yourself, How Did I End Up Here?!

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In the land of rich kids, school was never about learning — it was about one-upping each other in every aspect. And that's where this so-called "rivalry" began. Jungkook and Taehyung were the picture-perfect golden boys: wealthy, charming, and constantly surrounded by admirers. They went to the same elite school, ran in the same circles, had similar social statuses, and were used to getting their way—but never saw eye to eye. Both had the money, the charm, and the drive, but where Jungkook was cocky, Tae was sarcastic and unpredictable. While Jungkook prided himself on being the center of attention, Tae made it his mission to throw a wrench in every one of Jungkook's plans.

Exhibit A: The Great Morning Anthem Scandal

Jungkook, the school's "perfect" student council member, was in charge of morning announcements. It was his moment to shine, his voice carrying authority as he led the national anthem each day. But Taehyung? Bored of the routine. So, one fine Monday, just as Jungkook proudly stood at the mic, ready to recite the anthem, the speakers exploded with a remix: “Despacito,” but with the principal’s autotuned voice as the chorus.

Jungkook froze mid-sentence as the school erupted into chaos. Laughter echoed through the halls, students hollering and clapping while teachers panicked.

"WHO DID THIS?" boomed the principal over the chaos.
From the back row, Taehyung sat grinning, whispering to his friend, “I think I deserve a Grammy.”

Result: Detention for Jungkook for not “checking the equipment.” Taehyung? Completely unscathed and enjoying his new reputation as a DJ.
Winner: Taehyung
Loser: Jungkook and national pride

Exhibit B: The Glitter Locker Apocalypse

The feud escalated during gym class when Jungkook found Taehyung’s Achilles heel: his obsession with staying impeccable. After practice, Taehyung strolled toward his locker, only to trigger a glitter bomb rigged with military precision. The moment he opened it, an explosion of gold and pink glitter showered him, covering his designer jacket, his perfectly styled hair, and even his Prada sneakers.

Jungkook, leaning casually against the opposite lockers, gave him a slow clap.
“Nice look, Taehyung. You’ve never sparkled brighter.”

Taehyung fumed, brushing glitter off his shoulder. “Congratulations, Jeon. You’re officially the worst human being alive.”

Result: Taehyung spent weeks finding glitter in places glitter shouldn’t exist. Jungkook earned a “Most Creative Prankster” nod in the yearbook.
Winner: Jungkook
Loser: Taehyung’s dignity

Now, when your kid gets called to the principal’s office once, it's an incident. When it’s the fifth time this month, it’s practically a standing appointment. Taehyung and Jungkook’s parents practically had reserved seats at the admin office.

Taekook’s parents weren’t just your regular rich folk—they were in their own Olympics of wealth. Who had the better car? The better vacation home? Whose private chef studied under Michelin-starred masters? And yet, their weekly strolls into the principal's office had turned them from rivals to reluctant allies.

“Mrs. Jeon, Mrs. Kim, we need to discuss your sons… again,” the principal groaned, visibly tired.
Mrs. Jeon sighed. “What was it this time?”
Mrs. Kim, smirking, added, “Please tell me it was my Taehyung’s turn to cause trouble.”

“Actually,” the principal muttered, “they worked together this time. They installed a fog machine in my office.”

Oddly enough, while their sons’ hatred deepened, their parents bonded over their mutual suffering. Parent-teacher meetings practically turned into brunch dates.
“Your Jungkook’s very… driven, isn’t he?” Mrs. Kim would tease.
“Yes, driven straight into trouble alongside your brilliant Taehyung,” Mrs. Jeon replied, sipping her third coffee of the meeting.

The irony? Their parents secretly enjoyed the chaos. Watching their sons’ rivalry was the highlight of their week—a drama that never failed to entertain.

But for Taehyung and Jungkook, this wasn’t a bonding moment. It was a never-ending cycle of pettiness, pranks, and pure spite, fueled by their need to outdo each other and their absolute hatred of losing.

What neither realized was how far this rivalry would eventually take them—because chaos was just the beginning. 

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he university hallways hummed with scandal, gossip, and the unmistakable chaos that revolved around the two most infamous students on campus—Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung. They weren’t just popular; they were legendary, practically folklore come to life. If a freshman tripped near the library steps? Someone would swear it had something to do with Jungkook’s icy stare. If the cafeteria ran out of kimchi fries? Rumor had it that Taehyung had something to do with it—just because he could.

Both hailed from families so wealthy they probably had gold-plated toothbrushes and pet tigers named after obscure Greek gods. Faces sculpted by divine intervention? Check. Brains to match their looks? Double check. And a rivalry so intense it could power the entire national grid? Absolutely.

Jeon Jungkook, the golden child with a superiority complex thicker than his perfectly tousled hair, majored in medicine with a music minor. He was methodical, obsessive, and known for showing up to lectures ten minutes early just to “mentally prepare.” Naturally, professors loved him—not just for his academic brilliance but also for his sheer audacity to correct their slides mid-lecture.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was a chaotic enigma wrapped in Gucci silk. He shared the same major but minored in literature, where his creative assignments frequently left professors questioning their career choices. His charm was effortless, his grin disarming, and his talent for procrastination unparalleled. “Deadlines are suggestions,” he would say, waving off panicking classmates with a flick of his wrist.

Their rivalry was legendary. Taehyung, eight months older, never let Jungkook forget it. “Respect your hyung, kid,” he’d coo, ruffling Jungkook’s hair like a condescending older sibling.

Jungkook’s eyes would narrow dangerously. “Age doesn’t matter when you’re constantly second place, hyung. ”

Their friends mirrored their chaotic dynamic—a circus of personalities if ever there was one.

Jimin, Taehyung’s partner-in-crime and self-proclaimed chaos coordinator, shared the same birthday as him—a coincidence they never let anyone forget. Majoring in music, Jimin frequently ended up in the same classes as Jungkook, where their banter was less “friendly teasing” and more “who can emotionally scar the other faster.”

Exhibit A: The Studio showdown.

It started innocently enough. The dance club was preparing for the annual inter-college showcase—a big deal on campus where reputations were made or shattered in mere minutes on stage. Naturally, Jungkook and Jimin, two of the best dancers, were paired together as co-choreographers.

The problem? They hated each other's guts.

Jimin, with his flair for perfectionism and sharp tongue, considered Jungkook's effortless cockiness insufferable. Jungkook, on the other hand, found Jimin's micromanaging and constant critiques exhausting.

“You know,” Jimin quipped after Jungkook nailed a particularly difficult solo, “I bet you even breathe in 4/4 time.”

“Unlike you,” Jungkook shot back without missing a beat, “I don’t need auto-tune to stay on pitch.”

“I swear to God, if you roll your eyes at me one more time, Jeon, I’ll gouge them out with my jazz shoes,” Jimin hissed after Jungkook flubbed a spin mid-rehearsal.

“Maybe you should spend less time threatening me and more time fixing that wobbly pirouette of yours,” Jungkook shot back, wiping sweat from his forehead without so much as a glance in Jimin’s direction.

The tension was palpable.

Then there was Yoongi—the brooding genius majoring in literature who was basically allergic to enthusiasm. Taehyung hated Yoongi. Not for any concrete reason, really — it was just because Yoongi was friends with Jungkook, and by extension, the enemy. That was reason enough. "Childish? Me?" Taehyung had scoffed once when Jimin called him out on it. "Maybe. But at least I’m interesting. Yoongi is just a grumpy old cat with Wi-Fi."

It all started with a coffee machine—or rather, Yoongi's beloved coffee machine. The sleek Italian espresso maker in the campus lounge was his sanctuary, where he brewed a perfect cup every morning before trudging to class.

Taehyung, however, had a problem with this. Not the machine itself, but the fact that Yoongi always hogged it like it was his personal throne. One rainy morning, Tae strutted into the lounge, damp curls framing his face, clearly on a mission. Yoongi, already there and leaning lazily against the counter, was mid-pour when Tae announced with zero subtlety, " Move. " Yoongi just stood there like he hadn’t heard Tae. Naturally, Taehyung didn’t back down. Instead, he reached over Yoongi’s shoulder with zero personal space awareness and slammed the machine button, effectively cutting off Yoongi's brew.

"You did not, " Yoongi muttered in disbelief.

"Oh, I did," Tae grinned like a mischievous cat.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "Touch my coffee again, and you'll be drinking instant for the rest of your sad little life."

A passive-aggressive war ensued. The next morning, Yoongi taped a “ Reserved for People Who Know How to Brew Coffee ” sign on the machine.

Tae retaliated by sticking a bright pink note over it that read, “ Reserved for Hot People Only. ” Yoongi tore it down. Tae put up three more.The breaking point came during a campus event when Tae showed up to the lounge with his own portable coffee maker—a glittery, pastel monstrosity that brewed sickly sweet lattes.

“Want one, Yoongi?” Tae asked with a saccharine smile. “Extra sugar, just how you don’t like it.”

Yoongi deadpanned, “I'd rather drink battery acid.”

Tae beamed. "I'll put that on the menu."

Namjoon and Jin, meanwhile, were like the campus parents—but with secrets of their own. Namjoon was studying to become a lawyer, balancing his logical mind with deep philosophical musings. Jin, charming and compassionate, was studying veterinary medicine. Despite their responsible exteriors, the two had been quietly dating since the beginning of college, hiding their relationship from both friend groups with remarkable success. Jin balanced Namjoon's chaos with charm and an impeccable ability to roast anyone within a five-mile radius.

And then there was Hoseok—the campus enigma. No one knew what he was studying or how he managed to be everywhere at once. He was rumored to have brunch with the dean, golf with Jungkook’s dad, and take Zumba classes with Taehyung’s mom. “Hobi’s probably a government agent,” Jimin joked once. “Or a time traveler.”Taehyung quipped.“How does he even exist? ” Jungkook once asked, baffled. “Maybe he’s a government experiment,” Yoongi deadpanned.

Jungkook, the golden boy with a reputation for cold indifference, was in a serious relationship with Soojin—a strikingly beautiful model-like woman with razor-sharp cheekbones and a sharper tongue. The media & communications major, was the envy of many on campus, admired for her style, sophistication, and mysterious charm. But beneath the polished exterior lay a fiercely opinionated individual who didn’t suffer fools gladly.

Soojin came from a similarly privileged background, her family owning a chain of luxury hotels across the country. Raised in an environment where appearances and reputations were everything, she learned early on how to navigate high society with grace and cunning. Her polished demeanor masked a competitive streak that rivaled even Jungkook’s.

It was at a charity gala hosted by the university that Jungkook and Soojin first crossed paths. She had been one of the event organizers, impeccably dressed and commanding attention wherever she went. Jungkook, attending reluctantly due to his family’s insistence, had spent most of the evening dodging conversations with wealthy alumni. Their first interaction was anything but romantic.

“You look like you’d rather be performing surgery than attending this gala,” Soojin had remarked dryly, catching Jungkook near the dessert table.

“And you look like you’d critique my surgical technique,” Jungkook shot back with a smirk.

To everyone’s surprise—including their own—they hit it off. Jungkook was drawn to her wit and intelligence, while Soojin found his cocky yet genuine demeanor refreshing.

However, there was one glaring issue: Soojin absolutely despised Taehyung.

Her hatred stemmed from what she perceived as Taehyung’s "insufferable" charm and carefree attitude. To someone like Soojin, who valued discipline and control, Taehyung’s whimsical nature was a direct affront. She often referred to him as “the campus clown with a pretty face.”

Taehyung, for his part, found Soojin equally exasperating. “She’s like a Prada handbag,” he once told Jimin, “expensive, well-made, but totally unnecessary.”

Jimin nearly choked on his coffee. “You’re ridiculous.”

Soojin hated Taehyung with a passion typically reserved for failed online shopping orders and chipped manicures. The roots of this disdain ran deep, stemming from an incident during a campus event when Taehyung, true to his mischievous nature, had made a snide remark about how Soojin's signature high heels made her "taller but no closer to reality."

Jungkook, lounging nearby, knew better than to get involved in their tiffs. He hadn’t exactly rushed to her defense. Soojin never forgave Taehyung for that—and frankly, she didn’t try to hide it. “It’s funny,” she once said icily over brunch with friends, “He acts like this tortured artist, but all I see is a kid who forgot to grow up.”

Taehyung, upon hearing this retelling, had merely smirked. “She’s got spirit,” he’d admitted to Jimin, “but no taste.”

The animosity was mutual, and campus events often felt like thinly veiled battlegrounds with Soojin on one side, Taehyung rolling his eyes dramatically on the other, and Jungkook caught somewhere in the middle, pretending not to notice.

Meanwhile, Taehyung’s romantic escapades were far more chaotic. He had an on-and-off relationship with not one but two equally handsome suitors—Park Bogum and Park Hyungsik. Bogum, fiercely loyal and protective, despised Jungkook and didn’t bother hiding it. Hyungsik, in contrast, found Jungkook intriguing, even attractive. He often shared gossip with Taehyung about Jungkook’s latest escapades, including updates on his relationship with Soojin.

Meanwhile, Taehyung’s romantic escapades were far more chaotic. He had an on-and-off relationship with not one but two equally handsome suitors—Park Bogum and Park Hyungsik. Bogum, fiercely loyal and protective, despised Jungkook and didn’t bother hiding it. Hyungsik, in contrast, found Jungkook intriguing, even attractive. 

Look, Taehyung never asked for drama — it just found him, wrapped itself in a velvet bow, and said, “Here, this is your life now.”

His situation with Bogum was steamy but problematic. Making out between classes in semi-hidden corners of campus was their thing. Well, until the day it wasn’t hidden enough. Jungkook, with his annoyingly perfect timing, strolled past just as Taehyung had Bogum pinned against the wall near the music wing.

Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Wow. Desperate much?”

Taehyung pulled back just enough to roll his eyes at Jungkook. “Jealous, Jeon?”

“Of this ? Please,” Jungkook snorted. “I just thought public displays of thirst were more your thing during high school, not college.” He gave Bogum a once-over, shook his head in mock disappointment, and sauntered off.

Bogum glared after him, jaw clenched. “I hate that guy.”

“Welcome to the club,” Taehyung said with a bitter laugh. “Membership perks include constant annoyance and the inability to punch his stupid face without getting expelled.”

But Bogum’s real problem wasn’t just Jungkook’s smart mouth — but also a certain Park Hyungsik. Because when Taehyung wasn’t making out with Bogum, he was probably laughing over some ridiculous inside joke with Hyungsik, who, unlike Bogum, didn’t take life so seriously.

“You’re with me or you’re not,” Bogum had snapped one evening when Tae casually mentioned getting lunch with Hyungsik, again. “Relax,” Tae had shrugged. “It’s just food. He’s fun to hang out with, that’s all.”

“Yeah, fun. Right.” Bogum’s jealousy was like secondhand smoke — impossible to avoid and slightly suffocating.

Meanwhile, Hyungsik was as chill as ever. One afternoon as they sat under the old oak tree near the library, Hyungsik leaned back and said, “You know, Jungkook’s actually kind of impressive. Smart, handsome, disciplined… I get why people are obsessed with him.”

Taehyung nearly choked on his iced coffee. “Are you seriously fangirling over Jeon Jungkook right now?”

“I’m just saying facts,” Hyungsik shrugged. “You don’t think so?”

“Absolutely not,” Taehyung said flatly. “The guy’s been a grade-A asshole since we were kids. He used to correct my handwriting in second grade. Who does that? Psycho behavior.”

Hyungsik laughed. “Maybe you just bring out the best — or worst — in each other.”

Taehyung huffed, leaning back against the tree. “Whatever. I’d rather die single than admit that Jungkook is remotely tolerable.”

But let’s be real — with Bogum’s jealousy and Hyungsik’s harmless but infuriating Jungkook admiration, either didn’t seem like a likely option for Taehyung anytime soon.

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Hoseok was already a legend on campus, but his parties were considered legendary even before they happened. Whispers of an extravagant bash at his family's massive mansion had spread like wildfire. With his parents conveniently "out of the country," it promised nothing short of pure chaos. Nobody really knew how Hoseok had so much money—rumors ranged from tech investments to diamond smuggling—but none of that mattered tonight. The only thing that did? Being on the exclusive guest list.

The mansion itself was ridiculous: a sprawling glass-and-marble estate perched atop a hill, complete with a driveway long enough to make any cab driver curse. An Olympic-sized pool shimmered under neon lights, music thumping from an entire wing dedicated to "entertainment." Every surface gleamed, reflecting the frenetic energy of the night.

It wasn't just university students who showed up. The place was teeming with influencers, self-proclaimed art collectors, and people who probably hadn’t seen a classroom in years. The vibe was wild, electric—bass reverberating through floors as bodies blurred together in movement.

Jungkook’s crew arrived early, exuding an intimidating confidence that turned heads as they strode into the party. Dressed head-to-toe in black—leather jackets scuffed just enough to signal experience, ripped jeans hinting at rebellion, and heavy boots pounding with deliberate weight—they looked like they owned every space they walked into. In contrast, Taehyung's group was a riot of color—half-buttoned silk shirts, bold prints, and glinting gold chains. They were unapologetically themselves, as flashy as fireworks.

The dance floor exploded when Taehyung and Jimin took center stage. The crowd instinctively parted, mesmerized by their moves. Taehyung’s shirt slipped from one shoulder, his signature smirk firmly in place as he swayed to the beat. Jimin, all fluid grace and hypnotic precision, matched him move for move. Together, they commanded the space, making it impossible to look away.

On the sidelines, Bogum’s jaw clenched. "Does he have to show off like that?" he grumbled to Hyungsik.

"Probably," Hyungsik laughed before diving into the crowd, pulling Taehyung into a wild spin.

Soojin, never one to miss a chance for drama, sneered as she approached Taehyung. "Still desperate for attention, huh?"

Without missing a beat, Taehyung smiled sweetly. "And you're still desperate for a personality?" His retort earned snickers from those nearby.

Jungkook, sipping his drink, watched the exchange with mild amusement but chose not to get involved. Classic Jungkook.

Near the bar, Yoongi and Jimin were mid-argument.

"You're insufferable," Jimin hissed, eyes narrowed.

"And yet here you are, still talking to me," Yoongi replied, completely unfazed.

"You're lucky you're hot," Jimin muttered.

Taehyung materialized beside them, grinning mischievously. "Admitting Yoongi's hot? Bold move, Park."

"Shut up," Jimin snapped, though the blush creeping up his neck betrayed him.

The dynamic between Jimin and Yoongi was like a game of cat and mouse—sharp edges softened by undeniable attraction. Every glance held both a challenge and a question. Yoongi's words were laced with sardonic wit, his expressions unreadable but magnetic. Jimin, usually confident and unbothered, found himself both irritated and intrigued by Yoongi's infuriating calm.

"Why do you always have that smug look?" Jimin asked, folding his arms.

"It’s not smug," Yoongi deadpanned. "It’s just my face. Sorry it bothers you so much.”

"It doesn’t bother me," Jimin lied through gritted teeth. "I just think you should try looking less like an emotionally unavailable statue."

Yoongi smirked, leaning in slightly. "Careful, Park. You sound dangerously obsessed."

"Dream on," Jimin scoffed. "You wish I was into you."

Yoongi's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Who says you’re not?"

The tension crackled between them, palpable enough that even nearby partygoers glanced curiously in their direction. Taehyung, ever the troublemaker, whispered loudly, "Just kiss already."

"Mind your business," Jimin snapped, flustered.

Later in the night, a chaotic game of truth or dare took over the central living room, fueled by competitive energy and way too many shots. The circle was packed tightly—Taehyung sprawled dramatically across a plush rug, Jimin leaning back against Jungkook’s knee, and Yoongi perched on the edge of a low couch with an unreadable expression. Soojin, Hyungsik, Minhee, and a few other bold partygoers completed the wild mix.

The bottle spun under flickering neon lights, landing squarely on Taehyung first. A collective cheer rose from the crowd.

“Truth or dare?” Minhee asked coyly, a wicked grin already spreading across her face.

“Dare,” Taehyung said without hesitation, his smirk practically daring the room back.

“I dare you to kiss Minhee,” someone shouted from the back, immediately igniting a round of hoots and whistles.

Without missing a beat, Taehyung turned toward Minhee, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Well, I hope you’re ready for this,” he teased before pulling her into a slow, deliberate kiss. Cheers exploded around them, some clapping, others whistling obnoxiously. When they finally broke apart, Minhee looked dazed while Taehyung just grinned smugly, wiping his mouth theatrically.

“Iconic,” Hyungsik laughed.

Bogum, however, looked visibly tense, his clenched jaw betraying whatever composed façade he tried to maintain.

“Wow, what a slut,” Soojin’s voice cut through the noise, her tone dripping with venom.

Taehyung barely flinched. He wiped the corner of his mouth mockingly and shot her a dazzling smile. “Jealousy's a disease, babe. Get well soon.”

The room erupted in laughter, effectively shutting Soojin down for the moment.

Taehyung was still riding high from the kiss dare, sprawled casually on the plush carpet like he owned the place. Jungkook, ever composed, leaned back against the couch, a half-empty drink in hand, his sharp gaze flickering between players.

The bottle spun again, clinking against the glass surface before slowing to a halt—pointing directly at Jungkook.

“Ah, golden boy’s turn!” someone hooted. The circle buzzed with anticipation.

With an exaggerated sigh, Jungkook leaned forward to pick up a folded chit from the bowl in the center. His eyes scanned the slip, and one brow arched sharply.

“Taehyung,” he read flatly.

The room collectively gasped, laughter rippling through the crowd.

“Well, well,” Taehyung drawled, sitting up with a smirk. “What’s it gonna be, Jeon? You finally confessing your undying love for me?”

Jungkook snorted, crumpling the chit in his fist. “Hard pass.”

“Aw, come on,” Hyungsik grinned. “The chit says you have to dance with Taehyung. Rules are rules.”

Taehyung stood dramatically, brushing imaginary dust off his silk shirt. “I promise I’ll make it magical, Jungkookie.”

“Magic doesn’t fix nightmares,” Jungkook shot back coldly, standing up as well.

“Oh, please,” Taehyung sneered, crossing his arms. “You’re acting like I want to dance with your stiff, brooding ass. I’d rather waltz with a lamp post.”

“At least a lamp post knows when to shut up,” Jungkook fired, stepping closer.

The tension between them crackled like static electricity, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

“Boys, boys,” Jimin interrupted with a laugh, waving his hands. “We get it—you’re allergic to each other. Just do the stupid dance and be done with it.”

“I’m not touching that,” Jungkook growled, jabbing a finger toward Taehyung.

“Like I’d let you,” Taehyung snapped. “Keep your hands to yourself, golden boy.”

“Gladly.”

The crowd erupted into a mix of laughter and cheers as the circle dissolved into chaos.

“Honestly,” Hyungsik said between laughs, “that was more entertaining than the actual dance would’ve been.”

Both Jungkook and Taehyung returned to their spots, tension still simmering but masked by their typical cool indifference. The game rolled on, but the sparks from their fiery exchange lingered in the air long after.

Somewhere in the chaos, Yoongi and Jimin stumbled upon a hidden corner of the house, where strange noises caught their attention.

"What is that?" Jimin whispered.

Yoongi pushed open a door—and froze. Jin and Namjoon were locked in a passionate kiss.

"Seriously?" Yoongi deadpanned.

"We were talking, " Jin insisted breathlessly.

"Sure," Jimin drawled. "Looked like a deep conversation. "

The living room was steeped in the smoky aftermath of too many drinks and far too many secrets. The dawn light was creeping through the grand windows, casting an eerie glow over the disheveled crowd.  The crowd had thinned, the music had died down, but a thick atmosphere of unresolved emotions lingered in the air. Everyone sat in a tense, uneven circle, the weight of the night hanging heavy in the air.

Jin and Namjoon, breathless and cornered, stood awkwardly under the burning stares of their friends like deer in headlights. Their flushed faces and guilty expressions told the story loud enough, but no one had the words to address what they'd just seen—or so they thought.

Taehyung’s lips parted in disbelief, while Jimin looked utterly scandalized. Yoongi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes betraying a rare flicker of intrigue.

“You’re joking, right?” Jimin broke the silence, voice rising with incredulity. “Namjoon? And Jin? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Are you guys—what the actual fuck?” Taehyung added, eyes wide with disbelief. “This is why you’ve been sneaking around? I thought you hated each other.”

Jin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, struggling to find words. “It’s not... that simple,” he said finally, voice strained.

“Not simple?” Taehyung repeated, laughing bitterly. “You’ve been acting like sworn enemies since we were kids, and now you’re suddenly in love? Please, spare me.”

“I’m with Taehyung,” Jimin spat, his tone sharp. “We’ve all watched you two go at each other for years. What changed? When did it change? Or has this been some sick joke all along?”

Namjoon, jaw tight, spoke up. “It wasn’t planned, okay? It just happened.”

“Oh, it just happened ?” Jimin mocked, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You just tripped and fell into a relationship?”

Yoongi who had been leaning casually against the wall with his usual unreadable expression, finally spoke up. “Honestly,” he drawled, “I’m just impressed you managed to keep it a secret this long. But come on, Jin, Namjoon? That’s risky even for you.” Namjoon’s jaw clenched, and he opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Soojin—never one to miss an opportunity for drama—interjected with a venomous sneer.

Wow, Namjoon,” she said loudly, her voice dripping with malice. “I knew you had bad taste, but this? I mean, Jin? The guy who still thinks dad jokes are funny and wears ugly sweaters unironically?” She let out a cruel laugh. “You must be desperate.”

The room tensed, but Soojin wasn’t done. “Honestly, Namjoon, I thought you had standards. Guess I was wrong. Maybe you’re just into losers now?” Her gaze flicked to Jin with a smirk. “Or maybe you just like people who are easy.”

Jungkook, who had been silently seething, finally snapped. “Enough,” he said, his voice cold and cutting. The room fell silent. “Soojin, get out.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re seriously taking their side?” she spat. “After everything I’ve done for you?” “I said enough,” Jungkook growled, voice ice-cold.

Soojin scoffed, throwing one last glare over her shoulder before storming off. The room fell into uneasy silence, broken only by Jungkook’s bitter laugh.

Jin exhaled sharply. “Can you all just let me explain?”

“By all means,” Taehyung snapped. “Enlighten us.”

Jin ran a hand through his hair, visibly rattled. “It started last year,” he admitted. “After that stupid fight at the New Year’s party.”

“The one where you almost broke his nose?” Jimin deadpanned.

“Yeah,” Jin sighed. “After that, we had to work on a project together for months. And... I don’t know. We just started talking. And then it wasn’t fighting anymore—it was... something else.”

“Let me guess,” Taehyung sneered. “Love blossomed from all that rage?”

Namjoon’s voice cut through the tension, steady and unyielding. “It’s real, okay? I know it sounds insane, but I love him.”

Really Joon? Jungkook yelled. “You know what?” he said, turning to Namjoon. “I can’t believe this. I’ve had your back through everything, and this is how you repay me? Lying to all of us? Sneaking around like cowards?”

Namjoon’s face hardened. “We weren’t trying to hurt anyone—”

“But you did!” Jungkook snapped, voice rising. “You think this is just about you two? We trusted you. I trusted you.” He shook his head, disgusted. “You’re supposed to be our the eldest Namjoon. But now? I don’t even know who you are.”

“Jungkook,” Jin started, but Jungkook held up a hand.

“Don’t,” he warned. “I’m done.”

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air as Jungkook stalked out, slamming the door behind him.

Jin’s shoulders sagged, and Namjoon looked like he’d been punched in the gut.

Taehyung and Jimin exchanged uneasy glances before Taehyung spoke up, his voice softer but still firm.

“Look, I’m not gonna pretend this doesn’t piss me off,” he said. “But... if it’s real, then prove it. Show us this isn’t just some stupid fling.”

Jimin crossed his arms, expression guarded. “Yeah. You want us to be okay with this? Then earn it.”

Yoongi, ever the pragmatist, shrugged. “Honestly? I don’t care who you date. Just don’t make it my problem.”

“We are proving anything to anyone!”, this was the first time he raised his voice that night. “You call us your friends and can't even be happy for us when all we did was fell in love?”

Namjoon’s knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists, his jaw set tight against the mounting frustration. The weight of the night’s accusations and disbelief had finally broken through his calm exterior.

"You know what?" he snapped, his voice cutting sharply through the tense atmosphere. "I’m done with this."

Everyone froze, their earlier murmurs dying down as Namjoon rose to his feet, towering over the room with a rare, palpable fury.

"We didn’t do anything wrong," he said bitterly, his voice shaking but resolute. "We just fell in love. That’s it. We didn’t ask for your approval, and we sure as hell don’t need it."

Jin’s eyes widened, panic flickering across his face. "Namjoon..."

But Namjoon was unstoppable now, years of being the composed, rational one crumbling under the weight of the judgment thrown at them tonight.

"Friends are supposed to trust you, be happy for you," he continued, glaring at each of them in turn. "But instead, you all sit here like we owe you some kind of explanation or proof that this is real. Why? Because it doesn’t fit into your idea of who we’re supposed to be?"

The room was thick with stunned silence. Even Soojin, who had returned quietly after her earlier exit, stood frozen by the door.

"I’m not proving anything to anyone," Namjoon said coldly. "Jin and I don’t need your validation."

Turning to Jin, Namjoon’s expression softened ever so slightly. "Come on," he urged, his voice low but firm. "Let’s go."

“Joon..” Yoongi tried to step in but Namjoon wasn't willing to take it anymore, “Thanks for understanding Yoon, I'll call you later.”

Jin hesitated, torn between the pain etched into his friends' faces and the pull of Namjoon’s unwavering resolve. His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he glanced at Taehyung and Jimin, searching for a shred of understanding—but found only silence.

Heart heavy, Jin rose to his feet. "I’m sorry," he whispered, barely audible.

Namjoon gently touched his arm, guiding him toward the door. The weight of unspoken words pressed down on Jin’s chest, but he forced himself to move, step by reluctant step, following Namjoon toward the exit.

The sting of betrayal lingered as he fought back tears, the faces of his friends blurring into the background. Jin wanted to stay—wanted to make things right—but Namjoon's conviction left no room for hesitation.

As they reached the door, a tear slipped down Jin’s cheek. He didn’t look back, afraid that doing so might break him completely.

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving only silence in its wake—a silence filled with regret, stubborn pride, and love that refused to be broken.

Hoseok, standing quietly in the corner like a fly on the wall, observed the entire scene with an unreadable expression. If anyone suspected he’d orchestrated the party for this very outcome, no one said it aloud.

As the group slowly dispersed, the weight of the night lingered. Hearts were bruised, friendships fractured, but the story was far from over. And in the messy, complicated world they inhabited, nothing ever stayed the same for long.

The sun crept through the window as Jimin paced back and forth in Taehyung's room, the air thick with unresolved guilt. Neither of them had slept well.

“We messed up,” Jimin muttered for the hundredth time, rubbing his temples.

Taehyung sighed heavily, slumping onto the couch. “I know. God, I know. I shouldn’t have said all that stuff. We were just... shocked.”

“We were jerks,” Jimin corrected sharply, shaking his head. “Namjoon-hyung didn’t deserve that, and neither did Jin-hyung. They’ve always had our backs.”

There was a beat of silence before Taehyung stood up. "We need to apologize."

"Agreed." Jimin nodded, already pulling out his phone to call Jin. The ringing felt like a ticking bomb in the room.

No answer.

Jimin groaned, "He's ignoring us."

Taehyung tried Namjoon, only to be met with the same silence. "This isn't good," he said, biting his lip. "We have to find them.”

Jimin and Taehyung spot Yoongi leaning casually against the railing, earbuds in. His usual indifferent expression gives no hint of whether he’s aware of the previous night's drama.

Taehyung stops in his tracks. "I'm not doing this," he mutters under his breath.

Jimin sighs, rolling his eyes. "Fine, drama queen. I'll handle it." He walks toward Yoongi with a forced grin, leaving Taehyung reluctantly a few steps behind.

"Min Yoongi," Jimin calls smoothly, pulling out one earbud. "Always lurking where people least want you."

Yoongi lazily glances at him. "And yet you came over. Must be my irresistible charm."

Jimin snorts. "Sure, let’s go with that." He crosses his arms. "We need information."

Yoongi quirks an eyebrow. "Information? From me? Didn't realize I was your personal intel agent."

Taehyung huffs from behind. "We’re looking for Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung. Have you seen them?"

Yoongi leans back, smirking faintly. "Why are you asking me? Aren’t you best friends with Jin? Thought you two shared everything, from secrets to melodramatic insults."

The words sting, but Jimin recovers quickly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wow, Yoongi. Did you hit your head last night and forget? Or were you too busy being your usual emotionally detached self to notice the mess we made?"

Yoongi's expression flickers briefly before settling back into indifference. "Oh, I noticed. Real Shakespearean tragedy, by the way."

Taehyung steps forward, his frustration breaking through. "Look, we messed up, okay? We need to fix it, and we can’t do that if we don’t know where they are."

Yoongi studies them for a moment, his usual smugness giving way to something gentler. "They're in the cafeteria," he finally says.

Relief washes over Jimin, but he can’t help himself. "See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

Yoongi smirks again, though there’s less bite this time. "Careful, Park. You’re one sarcastic comment away from me changing my mind."

Jimin grins playfully. "You’d miss me if I stopped."

"Debatable," Yoongi shoots back, but there’s a hint of warmth in his tone.

Taehyung sighs heavily. "Can we go now? I'm actually here to apologize, not listen to you two weirdly flirt."

Yoongi watches them go, shaking his head with a faint laugh. "Idiots," he mutters—but there's unmistakable fondness laced in the word.

Jin and Namjoon sat at a corner table in the cafeteria, plates untouched in front of them. Jin's eyes were red-rimmed, while Namjoon looked as though he'd aged a decade overnight.

When Taehyung and Jimin walked up, the couple visibly tensed.

“Hyungs,” Taehyung started nervously, shifting from foot to foot. “Can we talk?”

Namjoon’s gaze was steely, but Jin softened just a little, motioning for them to sit.

“We’re sorry,” Jimin blurted out, voice cracking slightly. “We were horrible last night. You didn’t deserve that.”

Taehyung nodded earnestly. "We were just... shocked and stupid. But that’s no excuse. We love you both, and we trust you. Please forgive us."

Jin’s lips trembled as tears welled in his eyes. "We were hurt," he admitted softly, "but we love you too. We just wanted you to be happy for us."

Namjoon sighed heavily. "It wasn’t easy for us either, you know. We were scared of losing you guys."

Jimin sniffled. "You won’t. Ever."

The four of them stood up almost simultaneously, pulling each other into a tight, tearful hug.

“Okay, okay, enough crying,” Taehyung muttered, voice thick with emotion. “People are staring.”

“You’re crying too,” Jimin pointed out.

“Shut up.”

Suddenly, Yoongi appeared out of nowhere, smirking as he watched the group wipe their faces. "Cute group therapy session," he quipped.

Taehyung glared at him. "What are you doing here?"

Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly. "Just here to watch the melodrama."

Jimin grinned. "Admit it, you were worried about us."

“I was bored, not worried,” Yoongi deadpanned.

They all burst out laughing, the tension finally breaking.

From a distance, Jungkook observed the scene silently. His jaw tightened as he watched the group laugh and hug.

"Pathetic, isn’t it?" Soojin’s voice cuts through his thoughts, dripping with venom. She leans casually against the back of his chair, her presence invasive yet strangely magnetic. "Look at them. All that drama just to go back to being best buddies like nothing happened."

Jungkook doesn't respond, his expression unreadable.

Soojin smirks, sensing an opportunity. "Namjoon’s loyalty is a joke. One little love story and he throws you under the bus without a second thought. Some friend." Her voice lowers, colder now. "And Yoongi? Please. No self-respect whatsoever. Always tagging along like some sad puppy, pretending he doesn’t care when we all know he does."

Jungkook hums noncommittally, fingers tapping against the table.

"You’re better than this, Jungkook," Soojin presses, leaning closer. "They don’t deserve you. Never did. Namjoon and Yoongi? Traitors. Weaklings." Her tone sharpens. "You think they’ll ever choose you over their shiny little love stories and stupid emotional reunions? Wake up."

Jungkook’s eyes flicker, dark and unreadable, but he still doesn’t speak. His fingers curl into a fist under the table as he watches them all together.

"They're not worth it," Soojin’s words echo in his mind, bitter and heavy.

But instead of anger alone, Jungkook feels something deeper, harder to define—a quiet ache that refuses to fade.

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Meanwhile, in some other part of the city a room buzzes with energy as upbeat Latin music fills the space. Hoseok dances effortlessly at the front, leading a group of moms through a dynamic Zumba routine. The participants follow, breathless but determined, laughter mingling with the rhythm.

Among the enthusiastic participants are Taehyung and Jungkook's mothers, keeping up with impressive vigor despite a few missteps.

"Five, six, seven, eight!" Hoseok calls out, spinning effortlessly. "Come on, moms! Shake it like you're on vacation!"

The moms laugh breathlessly as they follow his lead.

During the water break, Taehyung’s mother shakes her head, panting slightly. "I swear, this is easier than dealing with Taehyung these days."

Jungkook’s mom laughs, wiping sweat from her brow. "Don’t even get me started. Jungkook's been driving me up the wall too. Always complaining about Taehyung—'Taehyung did this,' 'Taehyung said that.’ It's endless."

"Tell me about it," Taehyung's mom groans. "Every time Taehyung opens his mouth at home, it's to whine about Jungkook. If someone overheard them, they'd think those two were some bickering couple."

Jungkook’s mom chuckles. "Right? You’d think they’re in a relationship with the way they’re obsessed with each other."

Hoseok, listening in with a sly grin, saunters over. "Sounds like classic Taekook chaos. You know, I’ve got the perfect solution for all that drama—lock them in a room together until they figure it out." He winks playfully. "They’ll come out best friends… or at least stop whining."

The moms exchange a mischievous look, their expressions shifting from exasperation to inspiration.

"You know..." Taehyung’s mother starts, her eyes glinting.

"I was just thinking the same thing," Jungkook’s mom finishes, grinning slyly.

They share a knowing nod, grabbing their water bottles and towels with newfound determination.

"Where are you going?" Hoseok asks casually, lips twitching.

"Don’t worry about it, Hobi," Taehyung’s mom calls with a laugh. "We’ve got business to handle."

"Important business," Jungkook’s mom adds with a wink.

As they hurry out of the room, Hoseok watches them leave, smirk widening.

"Phase one complete," he mutters to himself. "This is going to be fun."

The gymkhana club buzzed with a quiet elegance as Jungkook rode his bike through the cobblestone driveway. Beyond the sleek entrance, kids splashed noisily in the shimmering pool, their laughter breaking through the tranquil air. Jungkook steps off his bike in the parking lot, his helmet tucked under his arm. He smooths back his windswept hair, irritation flickering in his eyes as he glances at the message on his phone.

Meet us at the club, private dining room. Important.

Jungkook snorts under his breath. "Private dining room? Who do they think they are? The mafia?"

He strides toward the club entrance, weaving through throngs of laughing patrons. The idea of his parents booking a whole private room feels suspiciously extravagant—and not in the fun way.

As he passes by the bar, his gaze narrows when he spots a familiar figure holding a ridiculously bright cocktail with what looks like a paper umbrella sticking out of it.

"Seriously, Taehyung?" Jungkook scoffs loud enough to make Taehyung pause mid-sip. "That drink got enough accessories, or are you planning to dress it up for Halloween?"

Taehyung quirks a brow, unfazed. "Jeon Jungkook. Still riding that noisy tin can and pretending it makes you cool?" He sips dramatically from his electric-blue cocktail. "You look like a stray puppy with helmet hair."

Jungkook clenches his jaw, stepping closer. "Where are you headed, Mr. Walking Fashion Disaster?"

Taehyung tilts his head smugly. "Private dining room. You?"

Jungkook freezes. "Wait— you're going there too?"

They share a brief look of disbelief before Jungkook grimaces. "No way. Hell no. Not happening."

"Fuck no," Taehyung echoes sharply. "If you’re going there, I’m turning around right now."

"Yeah? Great. Save me the headache."

Both of them glare at each other for a beat before reluctantly walking side by side toward the private dining area, muttering curses under their breath.

Taehyung gestures wildly with his cocktail. "Don’t spill your ego all over the floor, Jungkook."

"Don’t spill that crayon-colored mess on my shoes, Taehyung."

They stop in front of the heavy wooden door of the private dining room. Jungkook throws it open, ready to confront whoever summoned him, only to freeze in place.

Taehyung steps in behind him—and promptly chokes on his drink. "What the fuck?"

Seated around the elegantly set table are both their parents, smiling serenely like this is some Sunday brunch instead of an ambush.

Jungkook's mother beams. "Ah, you're here! Come in, boys."

Jungkook's voice is tight with disbelief. " Both of you?"

Taehyung blinks rapidly, pointing between the sets of parents. "What the actual fuck is going on here?"

Their fathers exchange knowing glances. Taehyung’s dad speaks first, voice calm but firm. "We wanted to talk. Together."

Jungkook crosses his arms, glaring. "About what? Forming a parental cult?"

Taehyung drags a chair back aggressively and slumps into it. "If this is some weird intervention, I swear I’m leaving."

"No one’s leaving," Taehyung’s mother says sweetly. "We have something important to discuss."

There’s a beat of tense silence.

Then Jungkook’s dad clears his throat. "We’ve decided it’s time to find you both suitable partners."

Jungkook freezes, blinking in disbelief. " What? "

Taehyung chokes again. "Excuse me?"

"And for you two," Taehyung’s mom continues smoothly, "the most suitable partners are... each other."

The room falls into utter, stunned silence.

Taehyung's hand trembles as he sets his cocktail down, eyes wide. " You’ve lost your goddamn minds. "

Jungkook laughs, sharp and incredulous. " Nice joke. Good one, really." He claps mockingly. "Now tell me the real reason we’re here."

His mother smiles patiently. "We’re completely serious."

Jungkook’s grin drops. "Fuck. No. Fucking. Way. "

Taehyung slams a hand on the table, standing up abruptly. "Are you insane? Him? You think I’m gonna marry this asshole? "

"Me?!" Jungkook stands too, pointing at Taehyung. " I’m the asshole? Have you met yourself, Kim Taehyung?"

"I’d rather marry a dumpster fire ," Taehyung snaps.

Jungkook sneers. "Same. At least a dumpster fire has warmth. "

Their fathers share unimpressed looks. Taehyung’s dad speaks calmly, "Boys, language. Sit down, both of you."

"No way," Jungkook growls. "I already have Soojin."

His mother narrows her eyes. "Are you planning to marry Soojin?"

Jungkook falters, lips parting—but no words come out.

"Exactly," his father cuts in smoothly. "That’s why we made this decision."

Taehyung gestures wildly at Jungkook. "I hate him. I can’t even stand being in the same room as him, forget marrying him!"

"Right back at you," Jungkook snaps. "He’s a walking migraine."

"Well," Taehyung’s mother says cheerfully, "either you find someone you want to marry within the next month, or the wedding between you two will be arranged."

The boys freeze, horror washing over their faces.

"A month?" Taehyung gasps.

"You’re joking," Jungkook mutters darkly. "Please tell me you’re joking."

Their parents stand, clearly done with the conversation. "You’ve been warned," Taehyung’s dad says firmly.

The door closes behind them, leaving Jungkook and Taehyung reeling in stunned disbelief.

Jungkook finally breaks the silence. "This is a nightmare. "

Taehyung breathes heavily, glaring at nothing. "I think I need another drink. Or twelve."

"Make it twenty," Jungkook mutters grimly.

The room was heavy with tension. A faint breeze filtered through the open window, rustling the edge of Taehyung’s curtains. Taehyung paced near his bed, frustration radiating off him in waves. Jimin sat cross-legged on the plush rug, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, while Jin leaned against the couch, his brows furrowed in thought.

“They actually said that?” Jimin broke the silence, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Like, word for word—‘marry Jungkook, or else?’”

Taehyung let out a bitter laugh, dragging a hand through his tousled hair. “Pretty much. They said if I don’t find someone in a month, I’m stuck with him. ”

Jimin whistled low under his breath. “Damn. That’s... evil. Classic parent logic. ”

“It’s not just evil. It’s insane,” Taehyung fumed. “Who thinks forcing two people who hate each other to get married is a good idea?”

“I mean...” Jin started cautiously, earning a glare from Taehyung.

“Don’t,” Taehyung warned, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t even try to be logical about this.”

Jin raised his hands in surrender. “Hear me out, okay? I’m just saying—if you think about it logically, it’s not the worst idea. You and Jungkook already know each other. Your families get along. You’re used to each other’s quirks.”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched. “Used to hating each other, you mean.”

Jin sighed. “Look, relationships are built on understanding. And whether you like it or not, you do understand Jungkook better than most people. That’s something.”

“Something that sounds like hell,” Taehyung shot back, his voice icy.

Jimin, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly grinned mischievously. “Wait, wait—what if this is all part of Jungkook’s master plan? Think about it. Maybe he bribed your parents to trap you in this nightmare marriage.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “You’ve officially lost your mind.”

“I’m just saying!” Jimin shrugged dramatically. “Wouldn’t put it past him. He’s sneaky like that.”

“Right, because trapping me would be a dream come true for Jungkook,” Taehyung said sarcastically. “He hates me as much as I hate him.”

Jimin wagged a finger playfully. “See, that’s the passion right there. People would kill for that kind of chemistry.”

“Jimin,” Taehyung deadpanned, “I will throw you out of this room. ”

Jin cut in before things could escalate. “Okay, let’s be serious for a second. Your parents gave you a month to find someone else, right?”

Taehyung nodded grimly. “Yeah. One month to find a ‘suitable partner’ or they’re dragging me to the altar with Jungkook.”

“Then that’s the solution,” Jin said firmly. “Find someone.”

“It’s not that simple,” Taehyung muttered. “Who? They’ll never accept some random person I barely know.”

“I have ideas,” Jimin chimed in, leaning forward with a gleam in his eye. “Bogum. Hyungsik. Both handsome. Both charming. And best of all— not Jungkook. ”

Jin frowned. “Tae, like you said, your parents won’t accept someone they don’t know. And honestly, Tae, you don’t know them either.”

“So what?” Jimin waved dismissively. “We’ll fake it till we make it. I’ve seen enough K-dramas to know how this works.”

Jin sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “This is insane.”

“Welcome to my life,” Taehyung said dryly.

There was a long pause before Taehyung finally spoke, his voice resolute. “Fine. I’ll try it. I’ll see which one—Bogum or Hyungsik—might be a better option.”

Jimin clapped his hands together triumphantly. “That’s the spirit!”

Jin, ever the realist, shook his head. “This is a disaster waiting to happen.”

Taehyung glared at him. “It’s better than marrying Jeon Jungkook. ”

The faint scent of fabric softener lingered in the room, the only thing remotely calming in an atmosphere thick with tension. Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, his jaw clenched tight. Across from him, Soojin paced back and forth like a storm ready to break, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor.

Her face was flushed with anger, voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. “Are you fucking kidding me , Jungkook? You seriously let this happen?”

“I didn’t let anything happen, Soojin!” he snapped, his voice rising defensively. “You think I walked in there and told my parents, ‘Hey, how about marrying me off to Taehyung?’”

“You could’ve stopped it! ” Soojin’s voice cracked with fury. “You’re Jungkook, for god’s sake! You get your way all the time. You’re telling me they just announced this shit and you sat there doing nothing?”

“What was I supposed to do? Flip the damn dining table?” Jungkook spat back, eyes flashing.

“Yes! Or something! Anything but standing there like a clueless idiot.” She stopped pacing, turning on him with blazing eyes. “Unless this is your plan, huh? You and your twisted games with Taehyung. Is that it?”

Jungkook scoffed, running a hand through his already messy hair. “Oh my god, are you serious right now? Why the fuck would I plan something this stupid? You think I want to marry Taehyung?”

“Well, what about me? ” Soojin jabbed a finger at his chest, her voice trembling with hurt now mingled with rage. “What happens to us, Jungkook? Or do I not even matter?”

“That’s not what this is—” Jungkook began, but she cut him off.

“You didn’t even tell me! I had to find out from fucking Minji who heard from someone at the club that your parents pulled this bullshit!”

“I was gonna tell you,” Jungkook said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, sure,” she mocked bitterly. “Right after you picked out wedding invitations with Taehyung, right?”

“For fuck’s sake, Soojin!” Jungkook exploded, stepping closer to her. “ Listen to me! I don’t want this either. I told my parents I’m too young for this marriage crap. They didn’t care.”

Soojin narrowed her eyes, suspicion dripping from her tone. “Did they ask about me? ”

Jungkook hesitated. “Yeah… Mom did.”

“And?”

“And I didn’t say yes,” he admitted, voice lower now but steady.

Her expression shattered into disbelief, followed quickly by raw fury. “Wow. Wow, Jungkook.” Her voice was sharp, each word a dagger. “So you don’t want to marry me. Is that it? After everything? I’m just some... passing affair? ”

“No! That’s not what I’m saying!” Jungkook shouted, voice cracking with frustration.

“Then what are you saying?” Soojin demanded, stepping closer until they were nearly nose to nose. “Because clearly, you don’t think I’m serious enough for something real.”

“I’m not—fuck— that’s not it! ” Jungkook yelled, breathing hard.

Before either of them could say more, the door burst open without warning.

“Seriously?” Jungkook threw up his hands in exasperation. “Why does nobody knock anymore?”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t think privacy was a thing when your life’s a soap opera now.”

Soojin sneered, crossing her arms. “Oh great. The peanut gallery’s here. What, you two writing another tragic love story? Didn’t Jin already dump your sorry ass? ”

Yoongi’s eyes flicked with annoyance, but his voice remained calm. “Cute. Still bitter, huh?”

“Bitter? Please.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “I just didn’t know Jungkook was hiring ghostwriters for his life decisions.”

“Soojin, enough, ” Jungkook growled, his voice dangerously low.

Namjoon stepped forward, ignoring the insult. “Look, Jungkook. I get that you don’t want to talk to us, but this is a huge life decision. You need to talk it out with someone—keep other differences aside for now.”

“I’m here for Jungkook,” Soojin interjected sharply. “He doesn’t need you two meddling in his life.”

Jungkook’s frustration boiled over. “I don’t want to talk to you. Either of you. I don’t need your advice, your pity, or whatever this is supposed to be.”

Soojin stepped closer to him. “See? I’m all you need. You don’t need these idiots messing with your head.”

That was the final straw. Jungkook’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and decisive. “Enough! All of you—get out. ”

Soojin’s mouth opened in protest. “Are you seriously kicking me out?”

“Yes,” Jungkook said firmly, his eyes cold. “I need space. From everyone. ”

There was a beat of tense silence before Yoongi and Namjoon exchanged glances, understanding they’d pushed too far. “We’ll be outside if you change your mind,” Namjoon said quietly before turning to leave.

Soojin stood there for a moment longer, disbelief etched across her face. “You’re going to regret this, Jungkook,” she warned before storming out, slamming the door behind her.

Finally alone, Jungkook collapsed onto his bed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. His heart pounded in his chest, frustration and confusion swirling inside him like a storm.

“What the hell is my life turning into?” he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper.

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The park bench was where Taehyung and Hyungsik always met when life got too complicated to sort out over texts. It sat under a wide, leafy oak tree, slightly weathered but sturdy — much like their friendship. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, the occasional breeze rustling the branches above them.

Taehyung was already there, slouched on the bench with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and a devil-may-care smirk pulling at his lips. He looked like he belonged on the cover of some art-house indie film, not in the middle of a minor life crisis. Hyungsik spotted him from a distance and casually strolled over, hands in his pockets, radiating that same easy-going confidence he always carried.

“Yo,” Hyungsik greeted, plopping down beside Taehyung without ceremony. “What’s with the I’m-about-to-burn-this-whole-town-down vibe?”

Taehyung snorted, pulling the cigarette from behind his ear and rolling it between his fingers. “Man, you're not even ready for this bullshit.”

“Try me.”

“My parents want me to marry Jungkook,” Taehyung said flatly, without preamble.

Hyungsik blinked, then burst out laughing, the kind of hearty laugh that echoed across the park. “Oh my God . Dude, that’s not bullshit—that’s genius. You two would make a hot couple.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Taehyung snapped, eyes narrowing as he shoved Hyungsik’s shoulder. “This is serious, you jackass.”

Hyungsik wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye. “Serious? Dude, you know everyone already thinks you two are a thing, right? Might as well make it official.”

Taehyung’s jaw tightened. “I’d rather marry you, ” he bit out sharply.

That shut Hyungsik up—for all of five seconds. His grin returned, lazy and amused. “Tempting,” he drawled. “We do have great sex. I’ll give you that.”

“Exactly,” Taehyung said smugly, leaning back as though he’d just presented the most irrefutable argument in human history. “We already know each other. No surprises. None of that awkward ‘Oh no, my spouse doesn’t like my weird midnight ramen habit’ nonsense.”

“Yeah, but...” Hyungsik shrugged. “We’re too different. Like, polar opposite different. Apart from the whole friends-with-benefits thing, we got nothing going for us.”

Taehyung sighed dramatically. “True.”

A beat of silence passed before Hyungsik tilted his head curiously. “So, what now?”

“Bogum,” Taehyung said with a wicked grin, his voice dripping with mischief.

Hyungsik gawked at him. “You’re seriously thinking about Park Bogum? ”

“Why not?” Taehyung challenged. “He’s nice. Hot. And his parents don’t want me to marry Jungkook, which already makes him a better option.”

Hyungsik cackled, leaning back on the bench with his arms stretched over the backrest. “Please— please —call me after that conversation. I need the play-by-play.”

Taehyung smirked, tapping the unlit cigarette against his knee. “Oh, trust me. You’ll be the first to know.”

“So, Hyungshik said no,” Tae announced dramatically as he flopped onto the couch in Jin’s living room, throwing an arm over his face.

Jimin gasped. “Wait, wait, wait—did you actually ask him to marry you?”

“Not like that!” Tae groaned. “I was just... testing the waters.”

Jin snorted. “Yeah, well, it sounds like you sank instead.”

“Thanks, Hyung. Really helpful,” Tae muttered bitterly.

Jimin patted Tae’s knee sympathetically. “So what now?”

Tae sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just run away to a deserted island.”

“Make sure it has Wi-Fi,” Jin quipped.

The café was tucked away in a quiet corner of town, dimly lit with warm yellow lights that reflected off the polished wood floors. Park Bogum arrived first, dressed neatly in a dark sweater and jeans, looking effortlessly put together as always. He sat by the window, tapping absentmindedly on his coffee cup, lost in thought until Taehyung sauntered in, hair messy and expression unreadable.

“You’re late,” Bogum greeted with a small smile.

“Traffic,” Taehyung lied as he slid into the seat opposite. His knee bounced nervously under the table, fingers drumming against the edge.

Bogum raised an eyebrow. “You okay? You look like you’re about to rob a bank.”

Taehyung forced a smirk. “If I were, you’d be my accomplice, right?”

Bogum laughed softly. “Always.”

That answer made what Taehyung was about to do feel slightly easier. He took a breath and leaned forward, dropping his voice as though sharing a government secret. “So, let’s say — purely hypothetically, of course — I needed someone to... pretend to be my serious partner. Like, for a big family thing. Would you... help me out?”

Bogum blinked, leaning back in mild surprise. “You’re not serious.”

“Totally hypothetical,” Taehyung insisted, lips quirking in a crooked grin. “But just imagine — would you?”

Bogum’s expression softened, thoughtful. “Doesn’t matter if it’s hypothetical or not,” he said earnestly. “If you need me, I’m there. Always.”

Taehyung’s throat tightened unexpectedly at the sincerity in Bogum’s voice. He hadn’t expected that kind of unwavering loyalty — it caught him off guard. He licked his lips nervously. “Well... it’s not exactly hypothetical.”

Bogum’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“My parents,” Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They want me to marry Jungkook.”

Bogum’s eyes widened after he heard the whole story before narrowing slightly, a mischievous smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “So let me get this straight—you’d rather marry me than Jungkook? I’m your first choice?”

“Uh, no,” Taehyung blurted without thinking. “Hyungsik was my first choice.”

The playful glint in Bogum’s eyes dimmed for a fraction of a second, but he masked it quickly with a casual shrug. “Hyungsik, huh? Never knew I was in competition.”

“Look, it’s not like that—” Taehyung started, but Bogum waved him off. “It doesn’t matter Tae. I am here. And.. and..” Bogum fumbles. “And what?” Tae asks.There was a brief silence before Bogum spoke again, his voice steadier but laced with emotion. “I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a long time, Tae. Probably years now. I just... never found the right moment.” He looked up, his eyes searching Taehyung’s face. “I love you.”

Taehyung froze. The weight of those words hung heavy in the air between them.

“I’ve loved you since forever,” Bogum continued, his voice raw. “I’ve watched you be yourself — stubborn, wild, brilliant. And every time I tried to ignore it, it just hit me harder. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to mess things up between us. And now, with this whole marriage thing... I just can’t hold it back anymore.”

Taehyung’s chest tightened, panic rising in his throat. He wasn’t sure how to process any of this — Bogum’s confession, the intensity of it all, the way it made his heart race in both fear and something dangerously close to curiosity.

“It’s okay,” Bogum said gently, reading the turmoil on Taehyung’s face. “You don’t have to say anything. I know you care about me, even if you’re not ready to call it love. If you need me to marry you or just be by your side, I’ll do it.” He smiled faintly. “I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

Taehyung stood abruptly, nearly knocking over his chair. “I... I have to go. Jimin’s waiting for me.”

Bogum’s lips quirked into a bittersweet smile. “Of course.” He rose from his seat, stepping closer to Taehyung. “But just so you know...”

Before Taehyung could react, Bogum leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips — gentle but sure. It left Taehyung breathless and completely disoriented.

Bogum pulled back, his voice low but firm. “I’ll text you later, okay?”

Taehyung could only nod, his mind spinning as he stumbled out of the café, heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Taehyung’s room was a cozy mess, filled with cushions, stray sketchbooks, and half-empty snack bags. The windows were slightly fogged from the cool evening air outside. Jin perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed and eyes gleaming with curiosity. Jimin sat next to him, bouncing slightly as though holding in boundless excitement. Namjoon leaned back against the wall with a contemplative expression, clearly wishing he were elsewhere but too polite to leave. Yoongi, however, made no such pretense — he was sprawled on the beanbag near the window, looking bored out of his mind.

“Alright,” Jin prompted with a wide grin. “Spill, Taehyung. You called us here for a reason, right?”

Jimin nodded eagerly. “Yeah, come on! We need the details. All the details.”

Taehyung sat cross-legged on the floor, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. His face was unusually serious, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. “So... Bogum confessed to me last night.”

There was a beat of silence before Jimin gasped dramatically. “No way ! Oh my god, finally! What did he say? How did it happen? Was it romantic? Did he kiss you? Wait, don’t skip the good parts!”

Jin clapped his hands together. “I knew he had feelings for you. You can just tell with guys like that. It’s in the eyes.”

Namjoon raised a brow. “That’s... vague.”

“I have experience,” Jin said confidently.

Ignoring them, Taehyung continued, “I told him, hypothetically at first and then the entire bullshit with my parents and Jungkook and he just said that he would stand by me no matter what! And then suddenly he stops and says ‘I love you, I have loved you since forever!” Jimin practically squealed. “This is like straight out of a romance movie!”

Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It was... nice. But I didn’t really know what to say at first. And then he—uh, kissed me.”

Namjoon frowned slightly, his analytical side kicking in. “And how did you feel about it? The confession?

“I guess... flattered? Confused? But also kinda happy?” Taehyung admitted. “I didn’t expect it, but it wasn’t bad. It was... good.”

“You’re blushing,” Jimin teased with a smirk.

Taehyung waved him off. “Shut up.”

Yoongi, who had been silent until now, let out a dry laugh. “So what? He says some pretty words, kisses you, and suddenly you’re considering dating him? That’s it?”

Jin rolled his eyes. “Oh, here we go.”

“I’m just saying,” Yoongi continued, sitting up slightly, “you don’t really know this guy. People can fake being perfect for a long time. Fifteen days isn’t enough to figure out if he’s actually good for you or just good at pretending.”

Namjoon nodded thoughtfully. “He has a point, Tae. Relationships under pressure aren’t easy. And with your parents involved, it sounds... complicated.”

Jimin frowned. “You guys are such downers. Can’t you just be happy for Tae? Bogum’s perfect. He’s hot, successful, and he clearly loves Tae. What’s the problem?”

“Too perfect,” Yoongi muttered. “That is the problem.”

“God, you’re so cynical,” Jin shot back. “At least we have an option here. Unlike you, who’s basically married to misery.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Yoongi retorted lazily.

Taehyung rubbed his temples. “Guys, stop. Look, I get it. This isn’t a fairy tale. But I think... I want to give it a shot. I’ll date him seriously and see where it goes.”

Jimin beamed. “Yes! Love wins!”

Jin grinned approvingly. “Good choice, Tae. You deserve someone who actually sees you for who you are.”

Namjoon sighed. “Just... be careful, okay? Don’t rush into anything.”

Yoongi shook his head, his tone softer but no less firm. “Fifteen days isn’t enough to know someone, Tae. Remember that.”

“I will,” Taehyung promised, though aJin, ever the optimist, clapped his hands together. “Alright! Let’s celebrate Tae’s new love life. Snacks, anyone?”

As the conversation shifted to lighter banter, Taehyung sat back, a quiet determination settling in his chest. He didn’t know what the future held, but he was willing to take a chance — even if it meant navigating doubts and challenges along the way.

The room was thick with silence, broken only by the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Jeongguk sat on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot impatiently against the hardwood floor, restless and brooding. His fingers drummed mindlessly on his thigh as his jaw clenched with frustration.

The sudden creak of the door opening made him glance up sharply. His mother entered without knocking, her expression calm but set with determination.

“What now?” Jungkook muttered bitterly.

“I wanted to talk about this marriage situation,” his mother began carefully.

Jungkook snorted. “Of course you do. That’s all anyone wants to talk about.”

“Don’t be disrespectful,” she warned.

“Why not? You’re ruining my life anyway,” Jungkook shot back.

Ignoring his biting tone, she crossed her arms and stood her ground. “I just spoke to Tae’s mother.”

Jeongguk’s brows furrowed. “What does that have to do with me?”

“She told me Taehyung’s friends are helping him decide what to do about the marriage. Even Namjoon and Yoongi were there.”

The mention of those names ignited a flicker of rage in Jeongguk’s chest. “Of course they were,” he said bitterly. “Fake as hell, all of them. Acting like they care.”

His mother frowned. “They’ve always been decent boys.”

“They’re opportunists, Mom. Namjoon just likes to sound smart, and Yoongi—he doesn’t even care about anything unless it benefits him. I bet they’re just there for drama,” Jeongguk spat.

Before she could respond, there was a knock followed by the door opening slightly. Soojin stepped in, her perfectly styled hair and confident demeanor filling the space. Jeongguk’s mother barely hid her disapproval, her lips tightening into a thin line.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” she said tersely, brushing past Soojin without a second glance.

Soojin raised an eyebrow, watching her leave. “She still doesn’t like me, huh?”

Jeongguk shrugged, leaning back against the wall. “She doesn’t like anyone.Including me apparently now.”

Soojin took a step closer, arms crossed. “So... it’s been fifteen days. What are you going to do?”

He sighed, rubbing his face. “I’m still trying to figure out how to convince my parents not to go through with this whole marriage thing.”

Her lips curved into a sly smile. “If you have to marry someone, it might as well be me, right?” she said casually. “I can convince my parents. They’ll go along with it.”

Jeongguk blinked at her, momentarily caught off guard. “What?”

“You heard me.” She tilted her head. “It makes more sense than you and Taehyung, doesn’t it? We get along. We know each other.”

“I never said I was marrying anyone, ” he clarified, voice low but firm.

Soojin’s smile faltered. “Wait… is that your roundabout way of saying you don’t want to marry me either?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Jeongguk muttered, shifting uncomfortably.

“That’s exactly what it sounds like,” she snapped, her voice rising. “You think I’d be worse than being forced into some mess with Taehyung?”

He shook his head, trying to backtrack. “I just said I can still talk my parents out of it.”

“Oh, so the issue isn't marriage—it’s me?” Soojin’s eyes flashed with indignation.

“I didn’t say that!” Jeongguk protested, his voice rising to match hers.

“Whatever, Jeongguk. I get it.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “You’d rather be miserable with anyone else than happy with me.”

Before he could respond, she spun on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Jeongguk exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through his hair. The room fell back into tense silence, his thoughts racing as he stared blankly at the closed door.

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Tae’s Date #1: The big dinner

The restaurant was dimly lit, its ambiance polished and sophisticated. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, and soft jazz played in the background. Taehyung adjusted the collar of his tailored jacket nervously, feeling the weight of the evening press on him. Across the table, Bogum sat effortlessly relaxed, exuding his usual charismatic charm.

"This place is fancy," Taehyung said with a small smile, trying to break the ice.

"Only the best for you," Bogum replied, flashing that dazzling smile Taehyung had once thought was perfect.

A waiter approached with polite efficiency, offering the menus. Bogum took charge immediately.

"Two orders of the shrimp risotto," he said briskly, not even glancing at Taehyung.

Taehyung’s eyes widened slightly. "Uh, I’m allergic to shellfish."

Bogum waved dismissively at the waiter. "Fine, just one then. He'll have the filet mignon. Medium rare."

Taehyung blinked, surprised. I could've ordered for myself. But he bit his tongue and nodded politely.

The waiter, unfazed, jotted down the order and offered a polite smile. "Excellent choice, sir."

"Yeah, whatever. Just make it quick," Bogum said curtly, turning back to Taehyung without a second glance at the server.

Taehyung felt a flicker of discomfort. The interaction rubbed him the wrong way, but he brushed it off. Maybe Bogum's just having a bad day.

As the night went on, however, little things piled up.

Bogum snapped his fingers to get the waiter's attention more than once, grumbling about the pace of service despite the restaurant being packed. When the wine was poured, Bogum critiqued it loudly, calling it "mediocre at best." The nearby diners glanced their way, some whispering to each other. Taehyung's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

The filet mignon was perfectly cooked, but Taehyung had lost his appetite. He pushed the food around his plate, feeling more detached with each passing minute.

"You're not eating," Bogum noted, raising an eyebrow. "Not hungry?"

"It's fine," Taehyung said quietly. "Just... a little full, I guess."

Bogum shrugged, clearly uninterested. "Suit yourself."

By the time dessert was served—a beautifully plated chocolate soufflé—Taehyung just wanted the night to end.

As they stood by Bogum's car in the parking lot, the crisp night air wrapped around them. Taehyung took a breath, hoping the unease from dinner would fade.

Bogum stepped closer, his hand cupping Taehyung's cheek. "You look beautiful tonight," he murmured.

Before Taehyung could respond, Bogum leaned in and pressed his lips against Taehyung's.

The kiss was soft, deliberate—but something felt off. There was no spark, no warmth, just a strange hollowness that made Taehyung's chest tighten uncomfortably.

When Bogum pulled back, he grinned confidently. "See? Perfect night, right?"

Taehyung forced a smile. "Yeah... perfect."

But as Bogum unlocked the car, Taehyung’s mind churned with doubts he couldn’t quite shake. This wasn’t what love was supposed to feel like, was it? Something about tonight—about Bogum—felt wrong. And deep down, Taehyung knew he couldn’t ignore it forever.

The heavy bass thumped through the floor, rattling the air inside the packed club. Neon lights flickered across sweating bodies, casting vibrant hues of blue and pink onto the chaotic dancefloor. Jungkook slumped at the bar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, eyes glazed with disinterest.

He hadn’t wanted to be here in the first place. But Soojin had insisted — practically dragged him out of his apartment, ignoring every excuse he'd thrown her way. "You need to live a little," she'd said. "Stop being boring."

Boring. That word still lingered, gnawing at his pride.

Now, she was on the dancefloor, moving to the rhythm like she owned it. Her red dress clung to her figure, shimmering under the pulsing lights. Soojin beckoned Jungkook with a playful smile, motioning for him to join her.

Jungkook shook his head, taking another sip of his drink.

Soojin rolled her eyes dramatically and turned away, clearly annoyed. Without missing a beat, she grabbed the hand of a random guy nearby and pulled him into her orbit. He was tall, cocky-looking, and more than eager to dance with her.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. He slammed his glass onto the bar, the clink barely audible over the music. His gaze burned into Soojin as she laughed, her body swaying closer to the guy's.

Seriously?

Something hot and bitter twisted in his chest. He didn’t know if it was jealousy or just plain anger, but it was enough to push him off the stool and head straight for the exit.

The cool night air hit his face as he stepped outside, the thudding music muffled by the club doors. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated breath.

"Jungkook!" Soojin's voice cut through the noise of the street.

He turned to see her jogging after him, heels clicking against the pavement. She stopped in front of him, breathless but defiant.

"What the hell was that?" he demanded, his voice low but seething.

Soojin crossed her arms. "What was what ?"

"Dancing with that guy."

She tilted her head, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, that. Just showing you what you're missing."

Jungkook scoffed, his temper flaring. "You think that’s cute? Throwing yourself at some random dude to get my attention?"

Soojin's eyes narrowed. "I wasn’t throwing myself at anyone, Jungkook. I was having fun. You should try it sometime instead of sulking at the bar like some brooding drama lead."

"Right, because you're such a saint," he shot back bitterly. "Always needing to be the center of attention."

"And you're a self-righteous jerk who can't handle it when things don’t go his way."

Silence hung between them, thick with tension. Jungkook exhaled sharply, biting back another insult.

"Do you need me to drop you home?" he asked through clenched teeth. "Because I’m a nice guy like that."

Soojin laughed bitterly. "Nice guy? That’s rich. No thanks, Jungkook. My friends are still inside. I'll go with them."

"Fine."

"Fine."

They stared at each other for a beat longer before Soojin turned on her heel and strode back toward the club, head held high.

Jungkook watched her go, irritation still simmering in his chest. He shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked toward his car.

This night was a mistake, he thought grimly.

Behind him, the music roared on, oblivious to the storm that had just unfolded outside.

Tae’s Date #2: Movies with bad endings

The late afternoon sun cast golden streaks across the theater’s glass façade. Inside, the lobby buzzed with the mingling scents of buttered popcorn and sweet caramel. Tae stood with his arms crossed in front of the ticket kiosk, his lips pressed into a stubborn pout. Bogum, impeccably dressed as always, looked just as resolute.

"I’m not sitting through two hours of flying guys in capes," Bogum said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Tae's brows furrowed. "It's not just capes. There’s action, cool gadgets, and amazing visual effects! It’s going to be fun."

"Fun for a 12-year-old, maybe," Bogum retorted, voice cool. "I prefer something with substance. Drama, emotions, compelling storytelling. Something real."

Tae sighed, biting back a retort. He hated these moments when Bogum made him feel childish for liking the things he loved. Tae knew he could argue longer — but for what? To ruin the date before it even started?

Bogum placed a hand on Tae's shoulder, offering a gentle smile. "Come on, just give it a try. I think you'll appreciate it if you keep an open mind."

Tae forced a smile, even though his heart sank. "Yeah, sure. Drama it is."

Inside the theater, Tae slouched in his plush red seat, eyes glazed as the movie unfolded. The film was slow and brooding, filled with long silences and characters staring wistfully out of rain-streaked windows.

Tae shifted uncomfortably, sneaking glances at Bogum, who sat upright and engrossed, completely captivated by the story. Every now and then, Bogum would nod thoughtfully, as if absorbing profound wisdom from the screen.

Tae, meanwhile, fought the urge to yawn. His mind drifted to the superhero flick playing in the next auditorium — explosions, witty one-liners, adrenaline-fueled battles. He could practically hear the sound effects echoing through the walls.

But instead of saying anything, Tae kept quiet. He didn't want to disappoint Bogum or seem immature.

When the credits finally rolled, Bogum turned to him with a satisfied smile. "Wasn’t that beautiful? The complexities of human relationships, the subtle nuances of emotion —"

"Yeah," Tae cut in, forcing enthusiasm into his voice. "It was... deep."

Bogum beamed. "See? I knew you'd appreciate it."

Tae nodded weakly, guilt swirling in his chest. He hated lying, but what else could he do?

As they walked out of the theater into the evening air, Bogum casually draped an arm around Tae's shoulders. "Next time, maybe we’ll pick something you like," Bogum offered, though his tone made it sound more like a formality than a genuine promise.

Tae smiled faintly. "Maybe."

But deep down, he already knew there probably wouldn’t be a next time.

The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and fresh printer paper. Dr. Choi, their no-nonsense mentor, stood at the head of the table, clipboard in hand. Around her sat five interns, including Taehyung and Jungkook, spaced awkwardly in plastic chairs. The tension between Tae and JK hung thick in the room, almost palpable since the whole marriage debacle. Neither of them spoke unless absolutely necessary, which was a noticeable change from the easy camaraderie they used to share.

"Let's get started," Dr. Choi announced, pushing her glasses higher on her nose. "Feedback is important for growth, and I believe in doing it transparently. First up — Jungkook."

Jungkook straightened in his seat, back rigid like a soldier awaiting orders.

"You're diligent," Dr. Choi began. "Methodical and meticulous in your work. You follow processes to the letter, which is admirable in a field that thrives on precision."

Taehyung side-eyed Jungkook. Of course he was the perfect model intern.

"But," Dr. Choi continued, glancing down at her notes, "you're not very emotional. You maintain too much distance from patients. Connection and empathy are just as important as technical skills, Jungkook. You’ll need to work on that if you want to truly excel."

Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung muttered under his breath, "Yeah, not like he has feelings to spare anyway."

A few interns stifled chuckles. Jungkook’s jaw clenched, but he stayed silent, refusing to rise to the bait.

"Next — Taehyung," Dr. Choi moved on, her voice firm but slightly kinder. "You're innovative. You think quickly on your feet, which can be invaluable in emergencies. Patients respond well to your empathy and care."

Taehyung beamed slightly despite himself.

"But," Dr. Choi added sharply, "you don't follow processes, Taehyung. And that will be your downfall if you're not careful. This field isn't just about gut feelings; it's about structure, precision, and discipline."

Jungkook snorted softly, just loud enough for everyone to hear. "Shocking. Mr. Shortcut strikes again."

Taehyung shot him a glare that could burn through steel. "At least I don't need a manual to figure out how to talk to people."

"Enough," Dr. Choi interjected sternly, shooting them both a warning glance. "You're both talented but need balance — maybe learn a thing or two from each other.”

The metallic clang of lockers echoed as the interns shuffled in to change. Taehyung tugged off his coat, still fuming. Jungkook stood a few feet away, wordlessly throwing his belongings into his locker.

As Taehyung yanked open his own locker door, he accidentally tripped over a loose gym bag, stumbling forward and slamming straight into Jungkook, who hit the row of lockers with a loud thud.

“What the hell, Taehyung?” Jungkook snapped, his voice laced with irritation as he rubbed his shoulder.

"It was an accident, Jeon," Taehyung shot back, equally angry. "Not like I planned to throw you into a locker — though now that I think about it, maybe I should’ve."

"Yeah, right. Maybe if you stopped being so damn careless for once—”

"Oh, give it a rest, Jungkook. We all know you love acting like you're above everyone else."

Their heated exchange was cut short by an amused voice from behind. "Ah, the lovers are fighting again," one of the interns teased loudly, a playful grin on her face.

Both Tae and Jungkook froze, their anger evaporating into a cloud of awkward silence. The words hung heavy between them. Tae’s ears burned, and Jungkook’s expression shifted to something unreadable — part irritation, part embarrassment.

Without another word, Jungkook slammed his locker shut, grabbed whatever he could with one hand, and stormed out, his grip so haphazard that half his things threatened to fall.

Taehyung stood still, staring after him, lips pressed into a tight line.

Slowly, he sank onto the bench, resting his elbows on his knees. He exhaled deeply, frustration mingling with confusion. How had things gotten this messy between them?

“So?” Jin’s voice broke through the silence, playful but expectant. “Out with it, Romeo. Tell us how Mr. Perfect Bogum swept you off your feet.”

Jimin clapped his hands together. “Yeah! Spill the drama, Tae! I want every juicy detail — romantic stares, surprise kisses, declarations of undying love. Don't hold back.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, though a small smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re way too invested, Jimin.”

“Well, one of us needs to be,” Yoongi muttered dryly without looking up from his phone.

Namjoon snorted softly, but Jin waved a dismissive hand. “Ignore him. Focus, Tae. Storytime.”

Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Dinner was... fine, I guess.”

“Fine?” Jin repeated with a frown. “That’s it?”

“He ordered stuff I’m allergic to and then when I told him, he just ordered for me. Didn’t even ask me,” Taehyung said with a wry smile. “And he was kinda rude to the waiter.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped. “Bogum? Rude? No way.”

“I know, right?” Taehyung exhaled sharply. “I didn’t expect that either. But I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, so I just went along with it.”

“You let him kiss you, though,” Yoongi drawled without looking up from his phone.

Taehyung blinked, cheeks heating. “How did you—”

“You’re predictable.” Yoongi smirked. “And judging by that look on your face, it wasn’t exactly fireworks.”

“Not really,” Taehyung admitted reluctantly. “It felt... weird.”

Jin winced dramatically. “Yikes.”

Namjoon, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. “What about the second date?”

“We went to see a movie,” Taehyung said, grimacing. “But we argued about which one to watch. I wanted something fun—like a superhero movie—but he said that was childish and picked some brooding drama instead.”

“God, sounds like a nightmare,” Jimin muttered.

“I didn’t say anything,” Taehyung continued, “because I thought maybe I was being too picky. But honestly? I didn’t enjoy it.”

There was a heavy pause as the group processed his words.

“Well,” Jin said optimistically, “at least now you know, right?”

“That he sucks?” Yoongi deadpanned.

“No,” Jin shot back, rolling his eyes. “That dating him might not be as dreamy as everyone thinks, but it’s still an option.”

“An option?” Namjoon echoed skeptically. “We’re talking about marriage, not choosing a Netflix show. You can’t just say ‘well, this kinda works.’ It’s a huge decision.”

Jimin waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, come on, Namjoon. Bogum is hot, successful, and clearly into Tae. Isn’t that enough for now? Besides, who else is there?”

Yoongi leaned forward, fixing Taehyung with a piercing stare. “You’re not going to know the real Bogum in 15 days, Taehyung. People can fake a lot of things when they know they’re being evaluated.”

“Yoongi,” Jin warned, “shut up.” “I’m just saying,” Yoongi shrugged. “Don’t jump into something just because it’s convenient.” Jin huffed. “At least we have an option! Unlike some people who are married to their cynicism.”

Taehyung rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Guys, please. I’m not looking to make a decision right this second.” Before he could finish, Tae's phone buzzed. Bogum’s name flashed on the screen.

Tae hesitated before answering. “Hey.”

“Wanna come over,” Bogum said without preamble.

“I’m with my friends right now,” Tae explained.

“Husband over friends Tae, come on, give me those husband privileges!” Bogum said enthusiastically.

“Husbands? What the fuck are you even saying Bogum! We are not even boyfriends! We went on just two dates! What are you even saying?” Tae screamed into the phone.

“Fine, fine, to-be-boyfriends, you don’t have to get so upset. Anyway, do you want me to order wings from your favorite place? We can have that for dinner, wait what time did you say you were coming?” Bogum continued.

“Because I didn’t Bogum! I never said I was coming. I am with my friends and I don’t want to have those stupid wings!” Tae’s voice just kept getting louder.

“Taehyung, stop screaming. We are dating and it’s my absolute right to ask you to hang out with me. You can’t say no like that!” Bogum barked.

Tae’s face hardened, but before he could respond, Jimin snatched the phone from his hand.

“Listen, you asshole,” Jimin snapped. “Taehyung’s not your property. Stop acting like some entitled prick.” Without waiting for a response, he hung up and tossed the phone back to Tae.

“Problem solved,” Jimin said smugly.

Tae sighed heavily, sinking onto the bed.

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Jungkook pulled into the parking lot of the prestigious gymkhana club, his bike rumbling beneath him.The last time he'd driven here, the air had felt different—thicker with mystery and anticipation. It was like everyone knew what was happening. There were no kids in the swimming pool, no patrons laughing and no Tae swirling his fancy cocktail. With a resigned breath, he made his way through the club’s pristine corridors, polished wood floors creaking under his heavy steps. Each stride toward the familiar private room felt heavier, like walking toward his own execution.

The door was already ajar. Inside, seated stiffly at the long table, were Taehyung and their parents. Taehyung’s father sat with his usual air of authority, while his mother maintained a delicate composure, hands folded neatly on the table. Jungkook's parents mirrored the same formal stiffness on the opposite side.

Taehyung, dressed impeccably as always, sat with one leg crossed over the other. He looked up briefly when Jungkook entered, his expression unreadable, before looking away.

"You're late," Jungkook's father said curtly.

Jungkook shrugged, pulling out the chair next to Taehyung. "Traffic."

"Always an excuse," his father muttered, shaking his head.

The room settled into an awkward silence. 

Jungkook’s father cleared his throat. "Let’s get straight to the point," he said firmly. "It’s been a month. We need to hear your decisions."

Taehyung sat up straighter, exhaling through his nose. “I have been seeing someone, maybe someone who wants to marry me.”

Jungkook’s head whipped toward him, disbelief flashing across his face. "What?"

Taehyung ignores Jungkook and continues, “It’s only been a month of course, but he loves me and we want to explore where this goes and maybe be together in the future”. It was as if he had byhearted what he wanted to say.

Jungkook’s mother leaned forward slightly. "And you, Jungkook?" she prompted gently.

He blinked, masking his shock with practiced indifference. "I always had someone," he said evenly. "Soojin."

Taehyung let out a scoff, his lips curling into a bitter smirk. "Oh, Soojin, right. Suddenly she’s relevant now?"

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Two years," he said coldly. "I’ve been with Soojin for two years. And you think your little fling is suddenly marriage material?"

Taehyung’s jaw clenched. "At least I’m willing to marry him,unlike you!"

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think this is the age we should get married, we are too young!”

"You never said you wanted to marry her," Taehyung snapped. "But I would marry him if it came to that."

The parents exchanged glances, clearly having anticipated this. There was a beat of stunned silence before Taehyung’s mother, ever the picture of composure, asked calmly, "Who is it?"

Taehyung lifted his chin defiantly. "Bogum.

Jungkook laughed outright this time, shaking his head in disbelief. He  burst into laughter, the sound echoing harshly in the room. "Oh, this is rich." He turned to the parents with mock seriousness. "Please. Marry him to Bogum. You have to marry him to Bogum. Please. That’ll make your lives infinitely more entertaining than this circus you’ve pulled with me and him.”

The tension in the room thickened, the parents, whose expressions were unreadable yet ominously determined. Taehyung’s father, a man whose voice always carried the final word, leaned forward, lacing his fingers together as he spoke. "We've waited long enough," he began, his tone calm but brooking no argument. "It’s been a month, and despite our best efforts, neither of you seems capable of making a proper decision."

“Soojin—"
“Bogum—”

Jungkook and Taehyung started talking immediately, simultaneously. 

"Enough." Tae’s father cut them off sharply. "We’ve heard your declarations about Soojin and your... situations." He gestured vaguely at Taehyung, whose jaw tightened. "But here’s the bottom line: this is your final chance."

Taehyung’s mother, usually the voice of reason, spoke softly but firmly. "Regardless of who you think you're dating, regardless of what choices you believe you have—there will be a marriage."

Jungkook blinked, incredulous. "What?"

Taehyung leaned forward, his voice low and incredulous. "You’re still forcing this?"

Taehyung’s father’s voice was like steel. "We gave you a month to figure things out. You wasted it."

Jungkook scoffed, the sound bitter. "Maybe because this whole thing is insane."

"Marriage is never easy," Jungkook's mother said, folding her hands neatly on the table. "But it's necessary. For both of you—and for us."

"Necessary?" Taehyung repeated, his voice shaking with frustration. "What year are we living in? People don’t just get married because their parents say so anymore!"

"Apparently, you two do," his father said dryly.

Jungkook gritted his teeth. "This isn’t how relationships work. What about love? Compatibility? Freedom of choice?"

Taehyung’s mother’s gaze softened slightly, but her words remained firm. "We understand that emotions are involved. But there are also family obligations. Reputation. Stability."

"You love bringing up reputation," Jungkook snapped, leaning back in his chair.

Taehyung's father ignored the jab. "This is your final opportunity. Talk to each other. Decide what you’re going to do." His sharp gaze flickered between the two of them. "But understand this—by the time we walk out of this door, the matter won’t be up for negotiation anymore."

There was a heavy pause, tension swirling between Jungkook and Taehyung like a storm ready to break. Neither spoke.

Their mothers stood, followed by their fathers.

"Talk," Taehyung’s father instructed, voice curt. "We’ll be waiting for your answer."

With that, the parents left, their departure accompanied by the dull thud of the door closing behind them.

Silence fell over the room once again, oppressive and deafening.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, muttering under his breath, " Great. Just great."

Taehyung didn’t say a word, his expression unreadable as he stared down at the table, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the wood.

Minutes passed. The weight of their parents’ ultimatum lingered in the room, heavy and suffocating. Jungkook sat rigid, arms crossed, his jaw clenched tightly as though biting back the flood of emotions threatening to surface. His eyes flicked briefly toward Taehyung, who refused to meet his gaze, focused instead on a speck on the polished wooden table.

Finally, Jungkook leaned back, letting out a breath through his nose, more of a scoff than an exhale. His voice was low, cutting through the thick air like a blade.

“So... Bogum, huh?” he drawled, the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips though his eyes remained sharp and unreadable. “Caught him in your trap, did you?”

Taehyung’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means.” Jungkook shrugged, playing it off like it was nothing, though the bitter edge in his voice betrayed him. “Rich guy, charming smile, probably thinks you're God’s gift to mankind or whatever. Perfect little trophy relationship.” He leaned forward, his smirk hardening. “Bet that works real well for you.”

Taehyung's lips curled in a sneer. “At least Bogum doesn’t walk around thinking the whole world owes him something.”

Jungkook's smirk faded, replaced by a hard, cold expression. “Nice.”

“And at least he knows how to treat people with basic respect,” Taehyung added, his voice rising slightly. “Unlike you. ”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t take the bait. He simply nodded, his expression unreadable. “You’re right,” he said quietly, surprising Taehyung with the sudden shift in tone.

Taehyung blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“You’re right,” Jungkook repeated, standing up from his chair with a deliberate calmness that was almost eerie.

"Bogum’s better. Better than me. Smarter choice. So go ahead." 

Taehyung blinked, stunned by the sudden shift.

Jungkook's voice dropped even lower, carrying the weight of months of unresolved frustration. "And honestly? Maybe that'll make everyone happy, including your precious parents. You can be their golden boy with Bogum by your side."

Taehyung's jaw clenched, but before he could retort, Jungkook had already turned on his heel.As the door clicked shut, leaving the room heavy with unresolved tension, Taehyung let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Jungkook’s biting words lingered in the air, cutting deeper than he wanted to admit.

His fingers curled into fists on his lap, nails pressing into his palms as he stared blankly at the polished wood of the table. The echoes of their argument played on a loop in his mind, but Taehyung knew the truth beneath it all—he never wanted to marry Bogum. He never even saw a future with him.

This wasn’t about Bogum.

This was a test, a desperate gamble to see if his parents would reconsider, to see if pushing this far would make them rethink the entire arrangement and stop forcing him and Jungkook into a situation neither of them wanted.

But it didn’t work, he thought bitterly.

His parents hadn’t even flinched when he mentioned Bogum’s name. They were determined—unyielding in their decision to see this marriage through, regardless of who either of them claimed to be dating.

A hollow laugh escaped his lips as realization settled over him. "It didn’t matter to them at all," he whispered to himself. Taehyung leaned back against the chair, staring at the ceiling as guilt and frustration twisted inside him.

Jungkook sat slumped on the edge of his bed, shoulders tense, jaw clenched. His room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlight sneaking through the blinds. He had tossed his helmet carelessly onto the floor, its dull thud matching the heaviness in his chest. The weight of his earlier conversation with Taehyung lingered, each word replaying like a taunt in his mind.

He didn’t want to care—but he did. And it hurt more than it should have.

A knock on the door barely registered before it creaked open. Yoongi and Joon stepped inside without waiting for permission, their presence familiar and grounding. Jungkook didn’t look up, but his irritation flared immediately.

“Oh great,” he muttered bitterly. “Here to deliver Tae’s marriage invitation? Since you’re his best buddies now?” His voice was sharp, cutting, fueled by misplaced resentment.

Yoongi raised an unimpressed brow. “You done with the drama, or should we come back later?”

Joon sighed, crossing his arms. “We’re not here for Taehyung, Jungkook. We’re here for you.”

Jungkook scoffed, standing abruptly. “Yeah, right. You’re all on his side now. I see how it is.” His voice cracked despite his attempt to sound indifferent. “Go ahead, tell me how perfect he is and how I’m the asshole in this whole mess.”

“You’re not an asshole,” Yoongi said calmly, stepping closer. “You’re just an idiot.”

Jungkook glared at him, but Yoongi didn’t back down.

“Look,” Yoongi continued, “we’ve known you forever. We’re always on your side, even when you’re being a stubborn jerk.”

Joon added softly, “We love you, Jungkook. That hasn’t changed and never will.”

The sincerity in their words broke something inside him. Jungkook’s defenses crumbled, and before he could stop himself, tears welled up in his eyes. He tried to blink them away, but it was too late.

A sob escaped his throat, raw and painful. “I hate this,” he choked out. “I hate everything about this.”

Yoongi and Joon didn’t say anything. They simply pulled him into a tight embrace, their presence steady and comforting. Jungkook clung to them, letting the weight of his emotions spill out in a way he hadn’t allowed himself before

Soojin’s entrance was dramatic, as always. The door swung open with a bang, rattling the hinges. Her sharp eyes zeroed in on Jungkook, who stood in a vulnerable huddle with Yoongi and Joon. His face was still blotchy from crying, damp streaks on his cheeks catching the light.

Her lips curled in disdain as she strode in, the echo of her heels punctuating the thick silence.

“What the hell is this?” she spat, glaring at the scene before her. “Are you serious right now, Jungkook? Sitting here crying and hugging these two like some... weakling?”

Yoongi, ever the unflappable one, raised an eyebrow but didn’t move from his spot beside Jungkook. “Nice to see you too, Soojin,” he said flatly. “Always bringing the charm, huh?”

Soojin crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her voice dripping with condescension. “This is ridiculous. No wonder people don’t take him seriously. God, Jungkook, I’m embarrassed for you.”

Before Jungkook could even react, Yoongi stepped forward, his tone dangerously calm. “Embarrassed for him ? That’s rich coming from someone who just threw a tantrum because he’s got friends who actually care about him.”

Soojin’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, please. Friends? Is that what this is?” She gestured dramatically toward Joon and Yoongi. “Looks more like a pity party to me. Maybe if you stopped babying him, he’d actually grow up and act like a man.”

Joon, who had been quietly observing up until now, finally spoke, his voice measured but firm. “You really think being a man means bottling everything up and pretending everything’s fine?” He shook his head, disappointed. “You’ve got it all wrong, Soojin. Real strength is in facing your emotions, not hiding from them.”

Soojin snorted. “Oh, spare me the therapy session, Joon. Maybe if you two weren’t coddling him, he wouldn’t be standing here like this. Crying. Seriously?” She shot Jungkook a glare. “It’s pathetic.”

Yoongi’s calm facade cracked just slightly as he stepped forward, his voice turning icy. “Pathetic? The only thing pathetic here is you thinking love means tearing someone down every chance you get. That’s not love, Soojin. That’s control.”

Soojin scoffed, clearly bristling. “I’m his girlfriend, Yoongi. I have every right to call him out when he’s being weak.”

Yoongi’s tone turned sharper. “Nah. What you’re doing? That’s not ‘calling him out.’ That’s belittling him. And it’s ugly as hell.”

Joon added with quiet conviction, “Maybe instead of trying to be right all the time, you should try being kind. Just a thought.”

Soojin opened her mouth to retaliate, but Jungkook, who had been quietly absorbing the exchange, finally spoke.

“Soojin,” he said, voice low but steady, “I’ll come meet you later, okay? Right now, I just... need some space.”

She blinked, clearly stunned by his calm dismissal. “You’re seriously throwing me out?”

Jungkook nodded, wiping the remnants of tears from his face. “Yeah. I am.”

There was a beat of heavy silence before she let out a bitter laugh. “Fine,” she snapped, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Do whatever you want, Jungkook.”

With that, she stormed out, the door slamming shut behind her.

The silence that followed was thick but far less suffocating than before.

Yoongi let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Wow. She really needs a hobby.”

Joon clapped a supportive hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “You handled that pretty well, man.”

Jungkook huffed a weak laugh, his voice rough. “Yeah... didn’t feel like it.”

“Nah,” Yoongi grinned, “you nailed it. Honestly? Kind of proud of you.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook said softly, his expression lighter now. “For being here. Both of you.”

“Always,” Joon said without hesitation.

“Yeah,” Yoongi added with a smirk, “because clearly, someone’s gotta protect you from all the Soojins of the world.”

Despite everything, Jungkook laughed—a real one this time. And in that moment, surrounded by the people who truly had his back, he felt just a little stronger.

Jungkook swore under his breath as Yoongi practically shoved him out of the car.

“I can walk, you know,” he grumbled, adjusting the sleeves of his black jacket as they stood outside Joon’s apartment complex.

“You clearly weren’t walking in this direction, though,” Yoongi replied dryly, locking the car with a chirp. “You were about to bail like a coward.”

“I wasn’t bailing ,” Jungkook retorted, eyes narrowing. “I was just reconsidering my life choices. Like why I ever agreed to this nonsense.”

Joon’s place had somehow become neutral ground — a safe haven for meetings that involved navigating through messy chaos between their friend group. Tonight was no different. It was supposed to be an intervention of sorts for Taehyung and Jungkook, orchestrated by Joon with Yoongi and Jin acting as mediators. Jungkook had no interest in being part of this circus.

“You’re literally dragging me to a room with him, ” Jungkook spat bitterly, trailing behind Yoongi toward the elevator. “What part of that sounds like a good idea to you?”

“The part where we prevent you two from killing each other,” Yoongi deadpanned, pressing the elevator button. “Look, just come in, sit down, insult each other a bit if you have to, and maybe—just maybe —we can get through this without someone needing therapy afterward.”

“I already need therapy,” Jungkook muttered under his breath.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Yoongi gave him a sideways glance. “We all do, JK.”

Reluctantly, Jungkook followed Yoongi inside. The ride up was silent except for the faint hum of the elevator motor. Jungkook's fists were clenched at his sides, nerves buzzing with irritation.

By the time they reached Joon’s apartment door, Jungkook was already regretting every decision that led him to this point. Before he could second-guess himself, Yoongi knocked and opened the door without waiting for a response.

The living room was filled with chatter and familiar voices. Jin was perched on the armrest of a couch, laughing at something Jimin had just said. Taehyung sat in the corner, legs crossed, looking effortlessly composed despite the storm brewing between them. Joon stood near the kitchen counter, pouring drinks for everyone like the responsible host he always was.Joon’s room was dimly lit, a mix of books and neatly stacked papers scattered around.The moment Jungkook stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. Taehyung's eyes flicked toward him, his expression cool but unmistakably smug.

“Oh look,” Taehyung drawled, “the golden boy finally decided to grace us with his presence.”

“Remind me why I’m here?” Jungkook muttered under his breath, shooting Yoongi a glare.

Yoongi shrugged casually. “Because you love me. And I dragged you here.”

“Dragged is an understatement,” Jungkook grumbled, rubbing his shoulder where Yoongi had practically manhandled him.

“Glad we’re all starting on such a positive note,” Joon interjected dryly, stepping between them. “Yoongi, Jin — get your drinks. Jimin, stop messing with my record player.”

Jimin pouted. “It’s vintage. I’m just appreciating it.”

“Appreciate from a distance,” Joon warned.

Yoongi nudged Jungkook toward the seating area. “Sit. Don’t start a fistfight. Yet.”

Jungkook plopped into the armchair farthest from Taehyung, arms crossed like a sulking child.

Taehyung leaned back lazily, his lips curling into a smirk. “Why don’t we just skip to the part where Jungkook storms out dramatically? Saves us all some time.”

“Why don’t you shut up for once?” Jungkook snapped.

“Ah, there it is,” Jin sighed. “Two minutes in, and we’re already at each other’s throats.”

Jimin grinned mischievously. “This is going to be fun. ”

Yoongi groaned, rubbing his temples. “Define fun.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oh please, stop whining, golden boy. No one begged for your grand presence.”

Jungkook’s glare sharpened. “Funny coming from someone whose life seems to revolve around stirring up unnecessary drama.”

“Look who's talking, Mr. Walking Soap Opera.”

“Guys!” Jin cut in, waving his hands like a referee between a boxing match. “Time out! Take a breather.”

Joon sighed, massaging his temples. “Can we at least try to act like adults for five minutes?”

“Unlikely,” Yoongi muttered, leaning back lazily.

Jimin, sprawled dramatically on the carpet, suddenly perked up, as though struck by divine inspiration. “I’ve got it!” he declared, waving his hand like a genius unveiling a groundbreaking idea.

“Oh God, here we go,” Yoongi muttered.

Jimin ignored him. “What if... you guys just fake your deaths ? Disappear into the wild, start new lives, come back in disguise. Parents? Boom. Problem solved.”

Jungkook stared at him, deadpan. “Seriously?”

Taehyung snorted. “That’s your big plan? Fake our deaths? Brilliant, Park.”

“I’m just brainstorming here!” Jimin defended himself. “You said I could throw out ideas.”

“Throw out better ones,” Yoongi deadpanned.

Jimin pouted. “Fine, fine. What about moving to a different country? Secret elopement with fake partners? Or just... run away?”

Yoongi waved dismissively. “Stupid. Impractical. Expensive.”

“Gee, thanks for the support,” Jimin grumbled and casually added, “I mean, you two could just get married but live separate lives like you already do. Problem solved.”

The room fell into silence.

Everyone blinked.

“Wait,” Yoongi said slowly, sitting up. “That’s... actually a brilliant plan.”

Jungkook looked horrified. “No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is,” Joon agreed enthusiastically. “We can even draft a contract. You two pretend to be married for your parents’ sake but live however you want. No actual interference in each other’s lives.”

Jin nodded thoughtfully. “That could work. Minimal effort, maximum peace.”

“No,” Jungkook said firmly. “Absolutely not.”

“Same,” Taehyung scoffed. “No thanks.”

But even as he said it, something flickered in Taehyung’s eyes. Slowly, the idea started making more and more sense to him. His expression shifted from skepticism to intrigue.

“Actually...” Taehyung drawled, a cocky smirk forming on his lips. “This might not be the worst idea after all.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What are you scheming now?”

Taehyung leaned forward, his voice dripping with mock confidence. “Think about it, Jeon. We pretend, make our parents happy, live our own lives, and when the timing’s right— poof , we get a divorce. No harm, no foul.”

“You’re insane,” Jungkook snapped.

“And you’re boring,” Taehyung shot back. “Come on, golden boy. Where’s that rebellious spirit? You scared or something?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw but said nothing, clearly simmering under Taehyung's taunt.

Joon clapped his hands together. “So, it’s settled then—”

“It’s not settled,” Jungkook interrupted.

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly. “Whatever you say, but you’ll come around. Trust me.”

The room fell into a strange lull, filled only by the faint buzz of tension. Jungkook sat back, fuming but thinking—processing this absurd yet strangely viable plan. He didn’t say a word, but everyone could see the gears turning in his head.

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The wedding was nothing short of magnificent. A luxurious venue adorned with pristine white flowers, shimmering crystal chandeliers, and tables laden with extravagant decor. The crowd was a blend of high society elites, family members, and curious onlookers, all dressed in their finest for what was being hailed as the "wedding of the year." Yet beneath the grandeur, there was an unmistakable chill in the air — cold, distant, and utterly devoid of joy between the two grooms.

Jungkook sat on a velvet chair by the ornate mirror, the weight of everything pressing heavily on his shoulders. His black and gold wedding suit was impeccably tailored, fitting him like a second skin, but it might as well have been a prison uniform. He tugged uncomfortably at the collar, scowling.

“I still don’t wanna do this,” Jungkook muttered darkly, his voice rough with frustration.

“You’ve said that about fifty times in the last hour,” Yoongi deadpanned from the couch, sipping what was probably not his first glass of whiskey.

“I meant it all fifty times,” Jungkook snapped, running a hand through his neatly styled hair, already messing it up.

Joon, standing by the door, sighed heavily. “Look, we get it. But it’s too late now, Jungkook. We have a plan. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched. “I’m supposed to stand there, pretend this isn’t the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, and what? Smile for the cameras?”

“Exactly,” Yoongi said with a smirk. “You’re catching on.”

Joon shot Yoongi a warning glare before turning back to Jungkook. “Listen, things will go as per the plan. Just trust us, okay? We’ve got everything covered.”

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his fists tightening on the armrests of the chair. “Fine. But if this goes sideways, I’m blaming both of you.”

“Noted,” Yoongi quipped, standing up and dusting imaginary lint off his suit. “Now let’s get you married, fake or not.”

“I still can’t believe they actually went through with this farce,” Soojin muttered bitterly, casting a sideways glance at the ornately decorated stage awaiting the two grooms. "It's ridiculous."

Her father, dressed in a crisp navy suit, sighed heavily. “We shouldn't even be here. They’ve made a spectacle of this entire situation.”

Soojin shook her head, the bitterness in her voice unmistakable. “Relax, Dad. This marriage is just for show. Taehyung and Jungkook are getting divorced as soon as the ink dries on the wedding certificate.”

Her mother’s sharp gaze cut through the room as she lowered her voice. “Is that what they told you?”

“Yes,” Soojin insisted, folding her arms defiantly. “Jungkook has always been clear about where he stands—with me. You really think either of them wants this marriage to last?"

Her father frowned, his jaw tightening. “Even if that's true, don’t be naive. These things have a way of getting complicated. Contracts or not, marriages aren't that easy to untangle once families are involved."

Her mother’s lips pressed into a thin line. “What people want and what ends up happening are two very different things, Soojin. Especially when emotions and public image get tangled up.”

“They won’t be tangled for long,” Soojin shot back confidently. “It’s a matter of months, if not weeks. I know Jungkook. He’ll come back to me once this charade is over.”

Her father gave her a skeptical look. “You’re placing a lot of faith in someone standing at the altar with another man.”

Soojin's eyes flickered toward the stage, where florists were making final touches under the glittering chandeliers. The image of Jungkook standing beside Taehyung made her stomach twist, but she refused to let doubt creep in.

“He doesn't belong there," Soojin said softly but firmly. "Not with him. He belongs with me."

Her mother reached for her hand, her expression softening slightly. “Just... be careful, Soojin. I don’t want you getting hurt waiting for something that might never come.”

Soojin forced a smile, though it barely masked her frustration. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m not waiting. I’m just... letting this circus play out.”

Her parents exchanged wary glances, clearly less convinced than Soojin about the outcome she believed was inevitable.

In another part of the grand venue, Taehyung stood by a gilded mirror, his lips pressed into a thin line. His dark burgundy suit, accented with delicate gold embroidery, was nothing short of breathtaking. But Taehyung didn’t care. He stared at his reflection, disbelief etched across his features.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“You better believe it,” Jimin said cheerfully, adjusting the lapels of Taehyung’s jacket. “And you better look amazing while doing it, even if it’s a fake marriage.”

Taehyung scoffed. “This whole thing is ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Jin interjected calmly from the corner, folding his arms. “But everything is planned. It’ll go exactly the way we want it to.”

Jimin grinned mischievously. “Plus, think of the drama. You’ll be the most talked-about groom ever.”

“Comforting,” Taehyung replied dryly.

Jin stepped forward, his tone more serious. “Tae, focus. We just need to get through today. After that, things will fall into place. You’ll both have your freedom.”

Taehyung sighed, nodding reluctantly. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Bogum stood near the entrance of the grand ballroom, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his tailored black suit. The gleaming lights and opulent décor only fueled the bitterness simmering inside him. He watched with clenched teeth as finely dressed guests moved toward their seats, all excited for the lavish wedding spectacle.His usually warm expression hardened into something distant and unreadable. The muted conversations and bursts of laughter from the crowd did nothing to distract him from the growing knot in his chest.

“What a joke,” Bogum muttered under his breath.

His parents, standing stiffly beside him, shared uneasy glances. His father, always composed, spoke first. “Are you sure this marriage won’t last?”

Bogum scoffed, his lips curling into a mocking smirk. “Of course not. It’s a complete sham. They’re getting divorced as soon as it’s convenient.” He bit out the words like venom, hating the way they tasted. “Taehyung practically said so himself.”

His mother’s expression remained wary. “And you believe that?” she asked sharply.

Bogum’s jaw clenched. “They can’t stand each other. This whole thing is just their parents forcing them into something they don't even want.”

His father crossed his arms, his brow furrowed. “Still, weddings have a way of changing things. People play along for long enough, and before they know it, things stick.”

Bogum laughed bitterly. “Not with those two. Have you seen Jungkook? He doesn’t belong anywhere near Taehyung. Hell, he doesn’t even know how to treat him right.” His voice dropped, filled with disdain. “He’s a fool who got dragged into this mess, and now he’s standing up there like he actually matters.”

His mother’s lips thinned. “Bogum, watch yourself. This obsession with Jungkook isn’t healthy.”

Bogum turned sharply to her, his eyes flashing. “It’s not an obsession. It’s just—” He cut himself off, trying to steady his voice. “Taehyung deserves better than this nonsense. He deserves someone who actually understands him, not someone who treats him like an afterthought.”

His mother exhaled quietly. “Are you saying that’s you?”

Bogum’s voice hardened. “I wouldn’t be here wasting my time if it wasn’t.”

His father shook his head. “You need to be careful, Bogum. Even if this marriage is temporary, people have a way of getting attached when they’re forced together.”

“They won’t,” Bogum said flatly, though jealousy gnawed at his insides. “Taehyung knows what he wants. And it’s not Jungkook. Never Jungkook.”

His mother gave him a skeptical glance. “And what about you? Are you sure you’re not setting yourself up for disappointment?”

Bogum forced a confident smirk. “I’m not worried about that. Jungkook’s just a placeholder. Once this show is over, I’ll be the one standing next to Taehyung where I belong.”

Despite his words, the sight of the elaborate floral arch at the far end of the hall made his stomach churn. He imagined Jungkook and Taehyung standing under it together, even if it was fake.

He hated Jungkook — hated the way the younger man always seemed effortlessly important to Taehyung, even in their worst moments. Jungkook didn’t deserve that place in Taehyung’s life.

Bogum clenched his fists, fighting back the jealous heat rising in his chest. This marriage is nothing but a temporary inconvenience, he reminded himself bitterly. And once it ends, Taehyung will come back to me where he belongs.

In the opulent reception hall, the parents of both families stood together, their faces glowing with satisfaction. The grandeur of the event, the seamless execution — everything was going according to their meticulous plan.

“We always knew they’d come around,” Jungkook’s father said smugly, swirling his glass of champagne.

Taehyung’s mother beamed. “Of course. It was just a matter of time. We know what’s best for them.”

Standing nearby, Hoseok sipped his drink with a sly smile, carefully masking his amusement. He nodded politely at their comments, letting them bask in their supposed victory.

“Yes,” Hoseok drawled smoothly, “everything’s going exactly as you planned.”

If only they knew.

He hid his smirk behind his glass, thinking, They have no idea what’s coming next.

The grand wedding hall was bathed in golden light, shimmering chandeliers casting a warm glow over the extravagant decor. The scent of fresh roses filled the air as guests whispered among themselves, their eyes trained on the two grooms making their way down the aisle.

Jungkook walked beside Taehyung, their parents flanking them on either side, but the weight pressing down on his chest had nothing to do with the expectations of their families. His eyes flickered across the sea of faces, searching—and then he saw her.

Soojin.

She stood stiffly in the crowd, her expression carefully composed, but Jungkook knew her too well. The tight set of her jaw, the way her fingers gripped the clutch in her hands—she was furious.

His heart twisted painfully, but he forced himself to look away. There was no turning back now.

Beside him, Taehyung was doing his best to appear unbothered, but his gaze flickered to another corner of the room—Hyungsik, Bogum, and a couple of his past flings. They watched him with unreadable expressions, their presence a reminder of the life he was leaving behind. He clenched his jaw and looked straight ahead, pretending they didn’t exist.

Once they reached the stage, the ceremony proceeded with rehearsed words and hollow vows. Everything was generic, spoken without feeling. Then, the officiant looked at them with a knowing smile.Vows were exchanged—words spoken with no emotion, no weight behind them. It was all for show.

“And now,” the officiant said with a warm smile, “you may seal this union with a kiss.”

The moment hung heavy in the air. The officiant’s words barely registered as Taehyung turned his head, ready to scoff, to throw out some biting remark about how he would never kiss Jungkook willingly—

But before he could, Jungkook’s hand was on him.

Firm. Unrelenting.

A strong arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him in so fast that Taehyung barely had time to react. His breath hitched as their chests collided, the warmth of Jungkook’s body seeping through the layers of fabric between them.

Jungkook’s other hand came up to Taehyung’s jaw, his fingers grazing the sharp line of his face, tilting it ever so slightly. It was possessive—calculated. A move so precise it almost felt rehearsed.

Taehyung barely had time to process before Jungkook leaned in.

Their lips hovered, mere centimeters apart.

Close enough that Taehyung could feel the heat radiating off of Jungkook’s skin, the slow, deliberate way his breath fanned against his mouth. The air between them crackled, thick with something neither of them were ready to name.

From the audience’s perspective, it was perfect.

The slow lean-in, the way their bodies molded together, how Jungkook’s thumb ghosted over the side of Taehyung’s jaw as if he were savoring the moment. It looked intimate. Devastatingly real.

Taehyung’s heartbeat pounded against his ribcage, his pulse betraying the indifference he was trying to hold onto.

Then—contact.

Jungkook’s lips brushed against the very corner of Taehyung’s mouth.

Just a whisper of a touch. Fleeting. So impossibly light that it could barely be called a kiss, yet somehow, it burned.

The angle, the softness—it was deceptive.

To the crowd, it looked passionate, a kiss meant to seal a promise. But Taehyung felt the truth of it. How Jungkook had carefully adjusted their position, his mouth never quite fully pressing against his own.

But the illusion was flawless.

A moment stretched between them, heavy, charged.

Jungkook’s fingers lingered at Taehyung’s waist, just a fraction longer than necessary, before he finally pulled away.

The roar of applause filled the hall, but Taehyung barely heard it.

His lips tingled where Jungkook’s breath had ghosted over them, and an unfamiliar heat coiled low in his stomach.

Jungkook didn’t look at him as he stepped back, his face impassive.

Taehyung clenched his fists at his sides, swallowing down the sudden tightness in his throat. He should have been furious. Should have been disgusted. Should have felt something other than this inexplicable, simmering heat creeping up his spine.

Instead, he turned his head slightly, just enough to steal a glance at Jungkook.

The bastard looked composed. Unaffected. As if he hadn’t just set Taehyung’s entire body on fire with a kiss that wasn’t even real.

But Taehyung knew better.

Because his lips still tingled.

He stood there, frozen, anger bubbling beneath the surface—but not just anger. No, there was something else, something he couldn’t quite name.

The ceremony was over. They were married.

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Yet, the taste of Jungkook’s breath still lingered on his lips.

The silence was suffocating.

Jungkook gripped the steering wheel, knuckles taut, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. The glow of the streetlights flickered through the tinted windows, casting fleeting shadows over his sharp jawline. Beside him, Taehyung sat stiffly, arms crossed over his chest, his wedding rings glinting under the dim light.

Neither of them spoke.

The weight of the evening clung to them like a second skin. The grand wedding, the vows, the kiss —everything had played out flawlessly in front of hundreds of guests. It had been a performance, a carefully crafted illusion. And yet, the heat of Jungkook’s touch still lingered at Taehyung’s waist, an unwelcome ghost of a moment that shouldn't have meant anything.

Taehyung shifted slightly, his fingers tapping against his thigh, the only indication of his agitation. He wanted to say something—wanted to scream about the way Jungkook had pulled him in, about the way his heart had betrayed him for just a second when their lips had almost met. But his pride wouldn't allow it.

Jungkook, on the other hand, looked impassive. If he was thinking about what had just transpired, he gave no indication. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable.

The only sound between them was the steady hum of the engine, the occasional turn signal clicking, the faint echoes of the city fading behind them as they neared their new home—a house gifted to them by their families, the final nail in the coffin of this forced arrangement.

Taehyung exhaled sharply, shifting his gaze to the window, watching as the streets blurred past.

Finally, the car slowed to a stop in front of the sleek, modern house. A place neither of them had chosen, yet now had to call home.

Jungkook killed the engine.

Neither of them moved.

For a moment, they just sat there, the tension thick enough to choke on. Then, without a word, Jungkook unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out.

Taehyung followed, swallowing the sharp retort that sat on his tongue. He had plenty to say, but not here. Not now.

Not yet.

The moment they stepped inside, the sound of chatter and laughter greeted them.

Their friends were already there, sprawled across the spacious living room, drinks in hand. The air was warm, the lights dimmed to a cozy glow. The contrast between the lively atmosphere and the storm brewing between Jungkook and Taehyung was almost laughable.

Jimin was the first to spot them.

“There you are! The newlyweds have arrived,” he announced, grinning as he lifted his glass. “How was the ride? Silent and tense, or silent and tense with longing ?”

“Shut up, Jimin,” Jungkook muttered, rolling his eyes as he tossed his suit jacket over the back of the couch.

“Wow. You didn’t deny the longing part.”

Jungkook ignored him, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves. His patience was already wearing thin, and Jimin’s teasing wasn’t helping.

Taehyung, on the other hand, had other priorities. The moment the door shut behind them, he turned to Jungkook with fire in his eyes.

“What the fuck was that?”

Jungkook sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “What now , Taehyung?”

“The kiss , you asshole! What the hell was that performance?”

Jungkook scoffed, stepping past him toward the kitchen. “It was necessary.”

“ Necessary ?” Taehyung let out a humorless laugh. “You grabbed me like you wanted to kiss me.”

Jin and Namjoon exchanged glances, already sensing where this was going.

Jungkook turned, eyes narrowing. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. I did what needed to be done so no one would suspect anything.”

“You touched me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I ruin your first kiss? ” Jungkook shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“You barely touched my lips, you coward.”

“Exactly! And yet, look at you— seething .”

“I hate you.”

“Good.”

The room had gone silent, their friends watching the exchange like spectators at a tennis match.

Finally, Yoongi let out a low whistle. “Wow. Married for less than two hours and already fighting like an old couple.”

“This is how it’s going to be from now on, huh?” Jin muttered, shaking his head.

Before Taehyung could respond, the doorbell rang.

The tension in the room shifted instantly.

Jimin sighed, setting his drink down. “Great. Who invited more chaos?”

The door opened, and in walked Bogum and Soojin.

The air grew even thicker.

Taehyung barely held back his eye roll. Jungkook exhaled harshly, already irritated.

Soojin crossed her arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “So… when’s the divorce?”

Taehyung let out a slow, mocking chuckle. “Wow. Desperate , are we?”

Soojin’s expression darkened. “Excuse me?”

Jungkook groaned. “Here we go…”

Taehyung smirked. “I mean, you didn’t even let me settle into my new home before running in here, demanding to know when I’ll be free. Can’t even wait an hour to get laid?”

Soojin’s eyes flared with fury, but before she could retort, Bogum interjected, his gaze fixed on Jungkook.

“I don’t understand why you two are dragging this out. We all know this is just a temporary arrangement. There’s no point in pretending.”

Jungkook finally turned to him, his expression unreadable. “And you’d know that how?”

“Because it’s obvious. You two hate each other.”

Jimin snorted. “Oh yeah, totally. That’s why they argued like a married couple two minutes ago.”

Bogum shot him a glare. “Shut up, Jimin.”

The argument escalated, voices overlapping, insults flying. Taehyung, Jungkook, Bogum, and Soojin were all locked in a heated exchange when—

“ Enough! ” Namjoon’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and authoritative.

The room fell silent.

“We’re not doing this,” Namjoon continued. “This isn’t going to turn into some childish feud. There will be rules.”

 "Oh, I’m sorry. Did you say ‘marriage’ like this is an actual thing? " Taehyung frowned.

Jungkook leans back on the couch next to Soojin, arms draped over the couch "He did. And it is. Sucks for you."

Jimin stands up with his hand waving in the air “Oh my god, can you two shut up for five minutes? We need to set rules so you don’t end up strangling each other in your sleep."

"Or worse, dragging us into your mess. Let’s get this over with." Yoongi adds.

“Yes,” Namjoon said, leveling them with a firm stare. “Fifteen rules, to be exact.”

Jungkook scoffed, his dark eyes narrowing. “What, like a contract?”

“Exactly.” Jin smirked, pulling out a notepad from seemingly nowhere.

Taehyung let out a humorless laugh. “Oh, great. What’s next? A secret handshake?”

“Shut up, Tae,” Jimin sighed. “It’s either this or actual murder, and we all know who’d go to jail first.”

“Can we focus?” Namjoon clicked his pen open, looking expectantly. 

Taehyung groaned, rubbing his temples. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Jin cleared his throat. “Rule number one..."

Joon is reading out of his diary, the rules of arrangement, “So, Rule #6 now - No bringing flings home.

Bogum’s scoff was loud. “That’s ridiculous.”

Jungkook glared at him. “You got something to say?”

Bogum leaned forward. “Yeah. Why should I be punished because your parents forced you into this mess?”

Taehyung exhaled sharply. “You think this is easy for me?”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “No, what’s ridiculous is thinking it’s okay to waltz into their house and act like it’s a damn hotel.”

“It’s not like that,” Bogum snapped, his attention fully on Tae now. “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t let this stupid arrangement change anything between us?”

Tae shifted in his seat but didn’t look away. “And it won’t. But bringing people home would just… make things more complicated.”

K let out a dry laugh from the other side of the room, his legs lazily spread as he leaned back in his chair. “Don’t flatter yourself, Bogum. I couldn’t care less who he brings home. Just don’t want to see it.”

“Oh, so it’s about you now?” Bogum snapped, voice rising.

“Everything’s about me, didn’t you know?” JK shot back sarcastically.

Namjoon groaned, rubbing his temples. “Moving on before this turns into a murder scene.”

Soojin is peering into Joon’s dairy, and as soon as she sees what’s written next, she lets out an incredulous laugh, shaking her head as she crosses her arms tightly over her chest.

“Really? No Sabotaging Each Other’s Relationships? Yeah, right. Like that’s not going to happen.”

All eyes turned to her. Tae, who had been lazily lounging on the couch, tensed slightly. JK raised an eyebrow, already bracing himself for whatever ridiculous accusation was coming.

Jin sighed. “What do you mean?”

Soojin rolled her eyes and flicked a hand in Tae’s direction. “I mean him. He’s obviously going to do something. I don’t trust him.”

Tae scoffed. “Oh, please. As if I have the time or energy to ruin whatever it is you and JK have.”

JK smirked. “You? Not having time or energy for drama? That’s new.”

Tae shot him a glare but ignored him, focusing on Soojin. “I couldn’t care less about what you and JK do, sweetheart. Really. It’s barely on my list of concerns.”

Soojin’s eyes narrowed. “Bullshit. The moment you see us getting serious, you’ll find some way to mess it up. We all know how you are, Tae. You hate losing. And if you think Jungkook and I are happy without, you’ll burn it all down.”

Jimin let out a low whistle. “Ouch. You guys are ruthless today.”

JK chuckled dryly. “They’re not wrong, though.”

Tae’s jaw tightened. “I don’t sabotage.”

Jin sighed deeply. “This is going to be a disaster.”

Namjoon’s voice was firm. “Rule stands. No sabotaging. Period.”

Tae and JK rolled their eyes but didn’t argue further.

“Rule #13 -  Maintain communication. If you need something, ask like a normal person, don’t just assume. You two don't have to like each other, but you need to be civil.” Namjoon finishes with a huff.

At this, both JK and Tae snorted at the exact same time, turning to each other with identical expressions of disbelief.

JK scoffed first. “Right. Communication. With him? That’s rich.”

Tae rolled his eyes. “Yeah, because you’re such a great communicator, right?”

JK smirked, leaning forward slightly. “Oh, I’m great at communication. You just don’t listen.”

Tae narrowed his eyes. “No, you just don’t say anything worth listening to.”

Joon let out an exhausted sigh. “This is exactly why we made this a rule.”

Jimin nodded. “Yeah, you two talk more when you’re insulting each other than when you actually need to say something important.”

Jin sighed, looking at them like disappointed parents. “The rule stays.”

JK and Tae both crossed their arms and turned away at the same time, mirroring each other’s actions without realizing.

“Okay, Namjoon, tell them the next one”, Yoongi says.

“Yeah, Rule #14: Divorce happens when the time is right - no sooner, no later.” Joon finishes. “Until then, you two deal with this arrangement like adults.” Jin adds.

The moment this was read aloud, both Soojin and Bogum reacted violently.

“Excuse me?!” Soojin snapped, sitting up straight. “What the hell does that mean? There should be a set date! A deadline!”

Bogum, equally furious, turned to Tae. “Tae, you’re not actually going to go along with this, right?”

Tae hesitated for a moment before sighing. “Look, this was part of the plan. We can’t just—”

“The plan?” Soojin cut in, eyes wide with disbelief. “So you’re actually planning on staying in this fake marriage for who knows how long?”

JK rubbed his face tiredly. “Oh my god. This is exactly why I didn’t want to be here.”

Bogum clenched his fists. “So I’m just supposed to sit around and wait for you to decide when I can actually be with you properly?”

Jimin clicked his tongue. “Bogum, dude, you knew this was the plan from the beginning.”

Bogum shot him a glare. “Yeah, but I didn’t know Tae would be so okay with dragging it out.”

Tae exhaled sharply. “I’m not dragging anything out. It’s just—we need to be careful, okay? We can’t just sign divorce papers and be done with it.”

Soojin turned to JK now. “You can’t be serious about this.”

JK sighed. “I don’t care. I just want out. Whenever it happens, I’m fine with it.”

Bogum slammed a hand on the table. “Well, I’m not.”

“Noted.” Jin muttered, quickly moving on before Bogum could explode further.

The room went dead silent. And then—

Laughter.

Bitter, disbelieving, mocking laughter from all four of them.

“Oh my god,” JK wheezed. “As if that’s even a concern.”

Tae snorted. “Yeah, because I’m dying to fall in love with you.”

Bogum let out a dry laugh. “Right. Because Tae hasn’t already spent years hating you.”

Soojin scoffed. “And Jungkook has only ever tolerated Taehyung at best.”\

It was the last rule, Rule #15: Do not fall in love with each other.

Namjoon groaned. “Guys, you have to take this seriously.”

Jimin, however, grinned. “Oh, I don’t know. This one seems like the easiest rule to break.”

Tae turned to him, eyes sharp. “Don’t start.”

Jimin raised his hands. “I’m just saying, hate and love are pretty close on the spectrum.”

JK rolled his eyes. “Spare me the poetic bullshit.”

Jin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I hate all of you.”

Namjoon slammed the paper on the table. “Finalized. Rules are set. And you’re all going to follow them whether you like it or not.”

The four of them fell silent.

But none of them could shake the strange, unspoken feeling that something had been set in motion.

Something inevitable.