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Ep. 27 Not Backing Of

Late night

The house was quiet when Taehyung finally returned. The digital clock on the wall blinked past midnight as he stepped inside, exhaustion weighing down his every move.

He had driven around aimlessly for hours, hoping to escape his thoughts—but no matter how far he went, they always led back to Jimin.

As he passed Jimin’s room, his steps slowed. The door was closed. No sound came from inside.

Was Jimin awake? Was he still thinking about what happened?

Taehyung clenched his jaw and forced himself to keep walking. He couldn't afford to think about this anymore. He needed sleep—needed to forget.

But as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, all he could remember was the way Jimin had looked at him. The warmth of his lips. The desperation in his voice. The way Taehyung had pushed him away.

His hands curled into fists.

"Forget it," he muttered to himself. But deep down, he knew—Jimin wouldn’t let him.

• ° • ° • . • ° .

Next Morning

Sunlight streamed through the windows as Jimin sat at the dining table, scrolling through his phone while waiting for breakfast.

The sound of footsteps made him glance up.

And there he was.

Taehyung stopped near the stairs, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of Jimin.

Dressed neatly in his school uniform, Jimin looked effortlessly stunning. The few undone buttons on his shirt revealed a teasing hint of his collarbone, his lips were slightly glossy, and his blond hair was styled just enough to look soft yet striking.

For a moment, Taehyung forgot how to breathe.

Jimin smirked slightly but acted as if nothing was unusual. “Morning, Hyung.”

“…Morning,” Taehyung muttered, quickly looking away as he headed to the kitchen. He needed a distraction—fast.

Just as he poured himself a cup of tea, Jimin casually asked, “Did you sleep well, Hyung? Or were you thinking about me?”

Taehyung choked.

The tea burned his throat as he coughed violently, nearly dropping his cup. “What the hell, Jimin?!”

Jimin just grinned, watching him struggle.

Before Taehyung could respond further, a familiar ringtone filled the air. Their parents were calling.

Jimin answered the video call, tilting the phone so Taehyung could see too. Namjoon and Jin appeared on the screen, smiling.

“Good morning, my boys,” Jin greeted warmly. “How’s everything? Are you both eating well?”

Taehyung cleared his throat, still recovering from his near-death experience with tea. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

Jimin, still smirking, added, “Hyung is taking great care of me.”

Taehyung stiffened.

Jin chuckled. “Good. Taehyung, make sure Jimin gets to school safely.”

Namjoon nodded. “And take care of each other, alright?”

Jimin glanced at Taehyung, his eyes teasing. “Of course, we will.”

Taehyung clenched his jaw and grabbed the car keys. “Let’s go.”

Jimin giggled as he followed him out, knowing this battle was only beginning.

• ° • ° • . • ° .

The morning air carried a soft chill, the golden sunlight filtering through the trees as Taehyung stepped ahead, heading for the car. His movements were stiff, controlled—anything to ignore the lingering warmth of Jimin’s gaze on his back.

But just as he reached for the car door, Jimin grabbed his wrist.

The touch was light, yet it sent a jolt through Taehyung’s spine. He turned, ready to pull away, but Jimin didn’t let go.

And then, without hesitation, Jimin wrapped his arms around Taehyung.

A firm, unwavering embrace—warm, grounding, inescapable.

Taehyung’s breath hitched. His hands hovered uncertainly, his entire body rigid with tension. But Jimin… Jimin just held him.

Slowly, Taehyung’s heart began to pound against his ribs.

Then, a soft press of lips against his cheek.

Featherlight. Brief. But it left fire in its wake.

Taehyung sucked in a sharp breath—only for it to vanish when Jimin tilted his head and brushed his lips against Taehyung’s.

Soft. Unrushed. A kiss that lingered just long enough to make Taehyung’s entire world stutter.

His fingers twitched at his sides. His mind screamed to push Jimin away, but his body… his body betrayed him.

His heartbeat echoed in his ears.

And then, Jimin whispered.

“Run as much as you want, Hyung.”

“But I’m not backing off.”

Taehyung’s breath was uneven now, his throat dry as Jimin’s eyes locked onto his—deep, unwavering, filled with something terrifyingly real.

Then, Jimin smiled—a teasing, yet knowing curve of his lips—as if he had just unraveled all of Taehyung’s defenses.

“I love you.”

“And I’ll make you accept that you love me too.”

The words knocked the air from Taehyung’s lungs.

Jimin pulled away casually, as if he hadn’t just set Taehyung’s world on fire. He opened the car door, slipping inside with effortless grace.

“Come on, Hyung.” Jimin smirked. “We’ll be late for school.”

Taehyung stood frozen. The morning breeze felt sharper against his heated skin. His fingers curled into fists, but his body still tingled where Jimin had touched him.

Swallowing hard, he forced himself to move, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Jimin had declared war.

And Taehyung wasn’t sure he wanted to fight anymore.