Beyond The Camera

The Problem He Doesn't Want to Lose

He tested the boundaries.

He leaned into his partner's touch for half a second longer than needed.

He tilted his face toward the camera between takes.

He let his eyes lock with Jungkook's through the lens when he knew no one else could see.

And every time Jungkook reacted — a subtle hitch in breath, a shift in posture, a tightening of his throat — Taehyung felt a rush of satisfaction he couldn't explain.

He shouldn't be flirting on set.

He really, really shouldn't.

But he was Taehyung.
Power bottom, star performer, living fantasy.

If he wanted to tease the cameraman who couldn't stop staring...

Who could stop him?

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JUNGKOOK POV

He was losing his mind.

Absolutely, undeniably losing it.

Jungkook had held cameras during the most unhinged shoots of his life — weird angles, messy sets, stars who were allergic to personal space. He'd handled all of it with calm professionalism.

But Taehyung?

Taehyung was breaking him in half.

Every look into the lens felt personal.
Every sound felt directed at him.
Every intentional movement felt like a test he was failing.

Jungkook forced himself to look at the monitor instead of Taehyung in real life, but it didn't help. The screen just made it worse — too clear, too close, too focused on the one man he shouldn't be noticing like this.

Taehyung's partner touched him lightly and Jungkook's jaw flexed.

Why did that bother him?
He didn't know Taehyung.
He had no claim.
He had no right.

But the irritation simmering in his stomach didn't care about logic.

Then Taehyung did something he wasn't ready for.

He looked directly into the camera.
Into him.

Not the lens.
Not the monitor.

Him.

Jungkook's grip tightened.
The focus ring slipped under his fingers.
He had to correct the shot before anyone noticed.

Taehyung's lips curled into the smallest smirk.

Jungkook's pulse spiked.

He needed air.

He needed distance.

He needed Taehyung to stop looking at him like that.

Like he wanted him to break.

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Taehyung POV

The scene wrapped, the director clapped, and the crew scattered.

Taehyung didn't move.
He waited.

He pretended to check his robe.
Pretended to look at his script.
Pretended to be busy.

But he was waiting.

For Jungkook.

And sure enough...
Jungkook lingered near the camera like he didn't want to walk over but also couldn't quite leave.

Taehyung approached first.

"Your hands were shaking," he said casually.

Jungkook almost dropped the lens cap. "W-what?"

Taehyung stepped closer. "During the take. You tightened your grip so hard I thought you were going to break something."

Jungkook swallowed. "I—I was adjusting the frame."

"Mhm," Taehyung said, unconvinced. "Looked like something else."

Jungkook looked anywhere but at him.

Cute. Infuriating. Addictive.

Taehyung lowered his voice.
"Did my scene make you nervous?"

Jungkook's eyes finally snapped to his.

And his voice — soft, shy, honest — came out without hesitation:

"...Yes."

Taehyung's lungs stuttered.

He wasn't ready for that.
He wasn't ready for honesty.
He wasn't ready for someone who didn't play games back.

He stepped back, only because staying close felt dangerous.

"That's a problem," Taehyung whispered.

Jungkook looked confused. "Why?"

Taehyung's heart thudded painfully.

"Because I don't usually care... if I make someone nervous."
He swallowed. "But with you, I noticed."

Jungkook froze completely.

Like he didn't know how to breathe.
Like he didn't know how to move.
Like he didn't know what Taehyung meant.

Truth was — Taehyung didn't know either.

So he left.
Because staying meant he'd reveal too much.

And Taehyung didn't reveal anything.

Not to coworkers.
Not to fans.
Not to partners.

But when he reached the door, he heard Jungkook's voice behind him.

Tentative.
Soft.
Almost wanting.

"Taehyung?"

He didn't turn around.

But he listened.

Jungkook's voice shook slightly as he spoke.

"Is... is the problem something you want to fix?"

Taehyung's eyes closed.

God.
This boy was going to ruin him.

He kept his back turned as he answered.

"I don't know," he murmured. "But I can't stop thinking about it."

And then he walked out before his heart exploded out of his chest.