𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗚 || ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ

• C H A P T E R 15 •

It had been a week since the chaos of Taehyung's relentless teasing, and things had only gotten worse for Jungkook.

The relentless “bullying” from Taehyung—teasing in the form of asking for kisses, hugs, or simply to hold his hand in front of other people—had reached a fever pitch. Every time Jungkook stepped foot on campus, he braced himself for what was to come.

Today was no different.

As Jungkook entered the university building, his heart dropped at the sight of Taehyung leaning casually against the wall near the entrance. Taehyung’s eyes immediately locked onto him, and the familiar smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

Jungkook froze in his tracks. He tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and the dread creeping up his spine.

"Well, well, well..." Taehyung said, his voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down Jungkook's spine. "If it isn't my little bunny."

Jungkook bit his lip, unwilling to make eye contact. Just keep walking, he told himself. Just get to class.

But Taehyung wasn’t having any of it. With a sudden, fluid movement, he stepped into Jungkook’s path, blocking his way.

"You’re not gonna ignore me again, are you?" Taehyung’s voice dropped, his tone playfully menacing. "You owe me a kiss. Or maybe two, for not greeting me yesterday."

Jungkook swallowed hard, anxiety bubbling up inside him. His heart thudded loudly in his chest as his eyes darted around the hallway, hoping for someone to intervene, hoping for a way out. But there was nothing. Nothing except Taehyung, who was standing too close for comfort.

"I—I didn’t mean to—" Jungkook stammered, his face burning as he tried to avoid looking at Taehyung. "I didn’t forget. It’s just…" He trailed off, unsure of what excuse to make.

Taehyung tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes in mock suspicion. "Just what, Kookie?"

"I... I was busy," Jungkook said weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt like a trapped animal.

Taehyung chuckled darkly, stepping even closer. “You really think I’ll let you off that easily?”

Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung’s hand shot out and tugged lightly on the strap of Jungkook’s backpack, pulling him closer.

“Hyung, please,” Jungkook begged, his voice small, barely audible. He could feel his hands shaking as he gripped his bag tighter, his knuckles turning white. "Not here."

“Not here?” Taehyung repeated with an exaggerated pout. “Aww, why? I thought you liked the attention, Kookie.” He leaned in even closer, his face now inches from Jungkook’s, making the younger boy's breath catch in his throat.

Jungkook instinctively took a step back, but Taehyung followed him, eyes glinting with amusement. “Don’t be shy now. You owe me.”

“I’m not—” Jungkook started to protest again, but Taehyung interrupted him.

“Then make it up to me, bunny.”

Jungkook’s heart was pounding in his chest as he realized the situation was spiraling out of control. Why won’t he leave me alone?

His voice cracked as he spoke. “Hyung, I don’t want to…”

“Oh?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting into something more teasing, yet still commanding. “I think you do.” He stepped closer, forcing Jungkook to step back once again until his back hit the wall, leaving him no room to escape.