The art room smelled like vanilla, perfect for a rebellion, Taehyung. He stood there, paintbrush in hand, smirking like he owned the world.

Jungkook hated that smirk. It was too confident, and too attractive for someone.

“Jeon,” Taehyung said, leaning casually against the table. “What brings the golden boy to my art room? Lost your way to the gym?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around the festival schedule. “We’re partners now, like it or not. Try to keep up.”

“Partners?” Taehyung said and let out a laugh that was low and mocking, sending a lot of irritation down Jungkook’s spine. “Don’t make me laugh. You’re about as creative as a blank canvas.”

“And you’re as disciplined as a toddler,” Jungkook replied with a low smirk.

For a moment, their eyes locked, Neither boy would back down—yet shared the sharp words and biting glares.

They didn’t know it yet, but this rivalry was about to become the most complicated—and electrifying—thing in their lives.

This wasn’t just a clash of egos. It was the beginning of something far more dangerous: desire.

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