ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS

「THREE」

Taehyung didn't bite, just shot him a look that was all cold steel. "Stand there," Taehyung said, pointing to a spot where the light hit the bleachers just right. "Lean back, arms behind you. Look at me."

Jungkook barked a laugh, but it came out harsh, forced. "You're shitting me, right? You want me to pose for you? What's next, you gonna ask me to strip?" Jungkook snapped, and he really meant it as a jab, but the second the words left his mouth, his brain flashed to that fucking dream- ass up, Taehyung's hands on his hips- and his face burned. He covered it with a sneer, stepping into the spot Taehyung pointed to. "Fine, nerd. But make it quick."

Taehyung didn't respond, just raised the camera and started clicking. Jungkook leaned back against the bleachers, gripping the metal bars behind him, his biceps flexing under his tight black shirt.

Jungkook stared straight at Taehyung, daring him to say something, to react. But Taehyung just kept shooting, face unreadable, those damn eyes hidden behind the lens. The silence was worse than any comeback- it made Jungkook's skin itch, his pulse beating in his throat.

"Loosen up," Taehyung said, lowering the camera for a second.

Taehyung stepped closer, close enough that Jungkook caught a whiff of that same lavender shampoo from the party. "You look like you're about to punch someone. It's a photo, not a fight, my guy."

Jungkook's jaw ticked, his grip on the bleachers tightening. "Maybe I do wanna punch someone, Kim. You volunteering?" Jungkook grumbled, and leaned forward slightly, smirking, trying to take back control.

Taehyung just stepped even closer, his sneakers scuffing the dirt. They were maybe a foot apart now, and Jungkook's chest felt tight, like he couldn't breathe right.

"Head up," Taehyung said, ignoring the taunt. He reached out, his fingers brushing Jungkook's jaw to tilt his head back.

The touch was quick, barely there, but it burned like a brand, and Jungkook froze, his smirk gone. Taehyung's hand lingered for a split second too long before he pulled back, his face still blank but his eyes- fuck, those eyes- glinting with something Jungkook couldn't read. "Stay like that."

Jungkook's heart was pounding, and he hated it. Hated how Taehyung's touch made his skin buzz, how his voice- low, deep, like he was in charge- sent a jolt straight to Jungkook's gut. He was straight, goddammit. He fucked girls, made them scream his name, didn't think twice about it.

So why the hell was his body reacting like this? Why was he noticing the way Taehyung's glasses slipped down his nose, the way his lips parted slightly as he focused? Fuck fuck, and one last big, FUCK.

"You gonna take the damn picture or just stare at me all day?" Jungkook snapped, his voice rougher than he meant.

Jungkook shifted, trying to shake off the heat crawling up his neck, but the movement just made his shirt ride up slightly, disclosing a strip of skin above his jeans. Taehyung's eyes flicked down, just for a second, and Jungkook's stomach flipped. No fucking way!!

Taehyung raised the camera again, but his movements were slower now, like he was stalling.

"You're the one Mimoring this take forever," Taehyung said, his voice quieter, almost a murmur. "Just... hold still."

Taehyung stepped closer again, adjusting the angle, and now he was so close Jungkook could feel the warmth radiating off him. The camera clicked, but Taehyung's eyes weren't on the lens anymore- they were on Jungkook.

Jungkook's breath hitched, and he hated himself for it. Jungkook wanted to shove Taehyung, punch him, anything to break this tension that was choking him.