Wildest Dreams | Taekook

Chapter- 28

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The air was thick, suffocating, charged with something neither of them wanted to name.

The mezcal burned in their throats, but it wasn't the alcohol making their heads feel heavy, their chests tight. It was this-the game, the unspoken weight behind each question, the answers that were cutting through years of denial.

Jungkook shifted, rolling the bottle between his fingers, trying to regain control of the situation. Trying to push away the way Taehyung had looked at him just now, the way his own body had responded to it.

His tongue darted out, wetting his lips before he lifted his gaze, locking onto Taehyung's.

"Never have I ever..." He dragged it out, acting as if he were thinking, when in reality, he already knew exactly what he was about to say.

"Never have I ever hated someone just because it was easier than admitting I didn't."

The words hit like a slow, devastating punch to the stomach.

Taehyung felt it.

Deep in his gut.

The way Jungkook's tone didn't waver, the way his eyes held onto him like they were searching for something-it was for him. That question was for him.

His lips parted slightly, his breath uneven, and before he could stop himself, he whispered, "Damn... fuck you, you know that?"

Jungkook chuckled, low and deep, shaking his head as he looked down. His shoulders lifted with the movement, a slow, lazy smile pulling at his lips-

And Taehyung stared.

At him.

At the way his mouth curved, the way his throat bobbed, the way his skin glowed under the firelight, his lashes casting soft shadows over those damn eyes.

Something burned inside Taehyung.

A slow, liquid heat, curling low in his stomach.

"You don't get to laugh at me," he murmured, almost to himself. His voice was quieter now, darker, edged with something dangerous.

Jungkook barely had a second to react before Taehyung leaned forward-

And Jungkook leaned back.

The more Taehyung moved in, the more Jungkook's back pressed against the tree, until he was trapped, nowhere to go, nowhere to escape.

Taehyung was close now.

Close enough that Jungkook could feel his breath against his lips, close enough that their knees brushed, close enough that his scent-woodsy, masculine, intoxicatingly Taehyung-was all around him.

The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows between them.

Taehyung's gaze dropped, trailing down-from Jungkook's wide, dark eyes, down to the soft pink of his slightly parted lips, glistening from the last shot.

His tongue swiped over his own lip before he finally spoke.

"I showed you how to take the shot, didn't I?" His voice was low, smooth, dripping with intent.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his throat dry, a foreign tightness coiling inside his stomach. "Y-Yeah... you did."

Taehyung hummed, eyes flicking up to meet Jungkook's again, something unreadable, burning, behind them.

"Then return the favor, golden boy."

Jungkook's breath caught.

The playful glint in his eyes faded instantly, replaced with something raw-something dangerous.