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Ep.24 Jimin confession-1

The door to Taehyung's room creaked open without warning.

"Hyung!" Jimin's cheerful voice filled the quiet space.

Taehyung, halfway into pulling a shirt over his head, froze. The sunlight. streaming through the curtains caught on his bare chest and the sharp lines of his abs. His jeans hung low on his hips, unbuttoned, revealing a teasing glimpse of his v-line.

Jimin's breath caught in his throat. His eyes, wide and filled with admiration, shamelessly drank in the sight before him.

"Jimin, what are you-" Taehyung's eyes darkened with both surprise and embarrassment. He hastily yanked the shirt down but hadn't yet buttoned it when-

Jimin didn't answer. His gaze locked shamelessly on Taehyung's bare torso. His mouth parted slightly as he drank in the sight, his thoughts scattering in every direction.

"JIMINAA!" Taehyung called, louder this time.

Jimin blinked. "Ye... yes, hyung?"

"I asked what you're doing in my room."

"I came to call you," Jimin said, his eyes still trailing Taehyung's figure.

"Call me?"

"For... the amusement park!" His face brightened as he remembered his mission. "Come with me!"

"I can't. I'm busy." Taehyung sighed, gripping the shirt more tightly. "Now, get out so I can change."

Jimin stood rooted, his mind racing with a daring idea. His lips twitched into a sly grin.

(His Hyung has such a handsome body... Just one hug. That's all jimin want.)

A mischievous smirk curled at the corners of jimin's lips.

Before Taehyung could react, Jimin dashed forward.

"Jimin-"

He flung his arms around Taehyung's waist, pressing his face against the bare skin of his chest. The heat radiating from Taehyung's body made his cheeks burn, and he inhaled deeply, a mix of fresh soap and Taehyung's natural, intoxicating scent filling his senses.

"Let me go!" Taehyung gasped, goosebumps rising where Jimin touched.

"No," Jimin whined, nuzzling against him shamelessly. "Please, hyung! Let's go to the amusement park! Pleeeease?"

"Hyung, let's go to the amusement park today!" Jimin whined, his voice muffled against Taehyung's chest as he nuzzled into him.

Taehyung's body stiffened. Every nerve in him ignited like wildfire. The memory of last night's kiss-the softness of Jimin's lips, the electric pull that nearly destroyed his self-control-came rushing back.

"Jimin, let go," he whispered through gritted teeth. His hands hovered over Jimin's shoulders, torn between pushing him away and pulling him impossibly closer..

"No!" Jimin hugged tighter, a playful pout in his voice. "I'm not letting go until you say yes." His fingers curled against Taehyung's back, holding him as if his very life depended on it.

"Please, hyung. It'll be fun. Just the two of us."

Taehyung clenched his jaw. His heart pounded furiously, each beat echoing in his ears. The temptation to lose himself in this moment grew unbearable.

He groaned. "Jimin..."

"Please," Jimin whispered again, his tone softer but his grip unrelenting.

Taehyung's resolve snapped. With a swift motion, he grabbed Jimin's waist and spun him around, pinning him firmly against the nearest wall.

Jimin gasped, his wide eyes locking onto Taehyung's darkened gaze. His pulse quickened as he felt Taehyung's strong hands press against his sides, holding him in place.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Taehyung's voice was low, rough, his breath brushing against Jimin's cheek.

Jimin swallowed hard, the playful smirk faltering just a little. "Doing what?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"This." Taehyung's eyes roamed his face, lingering on his lips before meeting his eyes again. "Are you trying to drive me insane?"

Jimin's lips parted, but no words came. His heart thundered against his ribs, and a soft blush crept across his cheeks.

"Answer me," Taehyung demanded, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Jimin bit his lip, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. "Maybe," he said, defiance and vulnerability swirling together in his gaze.

Taehyung’s entire body tensed. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he looked like he didn’t know whether to pull away or move even closer.

Taehyung’s hand moved on its own, his fingers gripping Jimin’s jaw firmly, tilting his face up so their eyes remained locked. His lips hovered a breath away, close enough for Jimin to feel the warmth of his breath.

“Don’t you feel disgusted by me?” Taehyung’s voice was low and broken, trembling with raw emotion. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, the weight of his own guilt suffocating him.

Jimin blinked, his heart pounding in his chest. The vulnerability in Taehyung’s voice shook him to his core. “Why would I?” he whispered, his voice trembling but steady.

Taehyung’s grip tightened ever so slightly, his throat bobbing as he struggled to speak. “Because I kissed you,” he rasped, the words barely audible. “I’m your hyung. That’s wrong.”

Jimin’s breath hitched, his lips parting as he tried to process Taehyung’s words. But he didn’t waver. Instead, he leaned into the touch, his eyes softening as he looked up at Taehyung.

“I felt nice,” Jimin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung’s eyes widened, his breath stalling. His hand dropped as if burned, and he staggered back a step. His legs felt weak, and before Jimin could reach out to him, he turned away, retreating to the sofa in his room.

Sitting down heavily, Taehyung buried his face in his hands, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “You shouldn’t feel nice,” he muttered, his voice muffled but laced with pain.

Jimin followed slowly, his footsteps hesitant but determined. “Why not?” he asked, his voice firm but tender. “Why is it wrong to feel this way?”

Taehyung lifted his head, his eyes red and glassy as he looked at Jimin. “Because I’m your elder brother,” he said, his voice cracking. “It’s wrong, Jimin. It’s so wrong.”

Jimin’s chest tightened at the sight of Taehyung’s pain. He knelt in front of him, his hands resting on Taehyung’s knees. “Hyung,” he said softly, “you’re saying it’s wrong because you think it is, but have you ever stopped to ask yourself how you really feel?”

Taehyung stared at him, his lips quivering but no words coming out.

“Tell me,” Jimin pressed gently, his eyes searching Taehyung’s. “Do you feel disgusted? Do you feel like it’s wrong when you’re with me?”

Taehyung’s breath stuttered, his chest heaving as he tried to find an answer. But all he could think of was the way his heart raced when Jimin was near, the way his touch lingered on his skin, and the way his mind betrayed him by wanting more.

“I…” Taehyung’s voice broke, and he shook his head, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I don’t know.”

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