Kim Taehyung

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Jungkook was the axis around which their bustling university world revolved. His mind was sharp and quick, and his confidence was not the armor of a recluse, but a natural, warm glow. He wasn't afraid to challenge a professor, defend a classmate, or lead a project, infecting everyone with his calm conviction. He was respected, his opinions were listened to, and people wanted to be friends with him. He soared above the ordinary, and it seemed nothing could upset him.

Everyone except Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung existed in a different world. He appeared out of nowhere—at the classroom door, in the library hallway, at the cafeteria exit. His presence was a physical intrusion: a relaxed posture, a slightly mocking squint, a gaze that didn't just stare, but seemed to peel away layers. He didn't tease crudely. His methods were subtler and therefore more unbearable. A light, casual remark about overly meticulous notes. A casual touch on the shoulder as Jungkook poured himself a coffee. A slow, appraising smile that caught him off guard.

And then Jungkook's iron confidence crumbled to dust. Instead of a witty retort, there was a lump in his throat. Instead of a calm smile, there was a treacherous, uncontrollable warmth, flooding his cheeks and ears with a bright, shameful blush. His mind, so clear and lucid, turned into a chaotic whirlwind, and his tongue became limp and unruly.

Taehyung watched this instant transformation, and a passionate, predatory light lit in his eyes. He was amused by this instantaneous metamorphosis. Jungkook's strength, his universal recognition, made this one vulnerability of his even more valuable prey. He took his time. He only heated things up slightly, knowing that one glance from him was enough to set the wheels in motion.

"Wow, Jungkook," Taehyung lifted Jungkook's chin with his finger. "Are you always going to blush when you see me?"