Jungkookkk

—bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The spotlights blinded his eyes, drowning out the roar of the crowd, which had recently roared with delight. Backstage, there was chaos: technicians rushed back and forth, managers barked orders, but for Jungkook, there was only one person. Taehyung.

He appeared one day, alluring, capable of captivating anyone. A faint smile touched Taehyung's lips as he stepped closer. His fingers, warm and gentle, rested on Jungkook's chest, right above the heart beating beneath the fabric of his T-shirt.

"Don't make me wait," Taehyung whispered, his voice velvety and enveloping. "I don't want to spend this night alone."

Jungkook knew all too well Taehyung's reputation. Promiscuous, attention-hungry, ready to throw himself into the arms of anyone who could offer him the glitz of fame and the jingle of coins. Jungkook had seen Taehyung eyeing his bandmates.

Every time, Jungkook swore that Taehyung wouldn't succeed in seducing him. And yet, every time Taehyung uttered those words, every time his gaze met Jungkook's, his body reacted on its own.

Taehyung leaned closer, his breath fanning the skin on Jungkook's neck.

"You know you're mine," he added, playing on the sense of possession that always crept so easily into Jungkook's consciousness. "Don't upset me, please... I know you're capable of making me a star."

Jungkook realized he'd already given up. Thoughts of the man waiting for him at home in a warm bed flashed through his mind for a second, but eventually returned to Taehyung, who had taken up permanent residence there.

He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting himself. His arms instinctively wrapped around Taehyung's slender waist.

— I...will go with you. I'll just call home and tell them everything is okay...