'Don't fall for him, Taehyung. You don't even know him.' The blonde screamed inside his head.

"I don't know about you, but I would love a shower, something to eat, and then bed. What do you say?" The ravenette asked, a warm smile on his face. Taehyung stared at the tattooed man with curious eyes. Taehyung nodded in agreement and smiled back. He removed his hand from Jungkook's cheek, missed the ravenette's pouting expression, and pointed to the door beside his bed.

"Um...sure. The bathroom is right--hey!" Taehyung shouted. Jungkook lifted him off the bed, bridal style. The blonde wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck, afraid of being dropped, and Jungkook chuckled. With Taehyung securely in his arms, the ravenette walked to the bathroom, kicking the door open and slamming the door shut with his foot.

....... ( Warning: Violence and talks of blood.).......

It was the morning after, and snoring echoed in the small, dimly lit room. Taehyung lay comfortably on his side, his T-shirt slightly pushed up, revealing a glimpse of his toned stomach and softly rising chest. Next to him, Jungkook was curled closely behind, his hand resting gently on Taehyung's collarbone, fingers loosely clutching the fabric of Taehyung's shirt as if anchoring himself to the moment. His other arm was wrapped securely around Taehyung's waist, pulling him closer in a protective embrace. 

Jungkook instinctively buried his head deeper beneath a pillow, shielding himself from the bright morning sun that streamed through the window. The sun's warm rays managed to slip through the fabric, casting a golden glow around the room, but Jungkook seemed determined to stay hidden from its light, seeking the comfort of the peaceful cocoon they had created together. The air was filled with tranquility, the kind that only the early morning light and the gentle rhythm of shared breaths could evoke.

Unbeknownst to them, Taehyung and Jungkook's fingers were interlaced. They both slept peacefully, carefree, under the thin sheets that covered their partially naked bodies, protecting them from prying eyes.

But, of course, someone had to ruin it.  

/KNOCK KNOCK/

"Taehyung! Open up!"

Taehyung groaned softly as he shielded his eyes from the bright sunlight that poured through the curtains, casting warm patterns on the wall. He rolled over slowly, his gaze falling on Jungkook beside him. A smile spread across his face as he noticed Jungkook's arm comfortably draped around his waist, pulling him closer as if to protect him from the world outside. 

Taehyung cherished this feeling more than anything; it enveloped him in a cocoon of safety and warmth. Jungkook's presence was as soothing as sipping a cup of freshly brewed tea on a chilly winter morning, the kind that melted away all worries. 

As he shifted slightly, Taehyung nestled deeper into Jungkook's embrace, savoring the gentle rise and fall of his chest with every breath. It felt like a perfect escape, a moment stolen away from reality, where all that mattered was the two of them together. Closing his eyes, he let out a contented sigh, wishing time could freeze so they could remain in this blissful state forever.

Jungkook felt Taehyung shift and slide closer, his head still tucked under the pillow. He pulled the blonde-haired man against his chest and peeked out from under the pillow just enough to kiss Taehyung's wheat-colored hair. Jungkook could feel Taehyung's body relax against him, and he smiled.

/KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK/ 

Taehyung rubbed his eyes, wondering if the knocking he had heard was just a dream. He felt warm and happy, not wanting to leave Jungkook's arms. However, the knocking soon escalated to banging, and Taehyung sat up, staring wide-eyed at the door.  

"Taehyung, open the fucking door! I know you're in there! Kenny said Jimin spent the night with Yoongi!"

The blonde rolled his eyes, realizing who it was. Jungkook lifted his head, hair sticking up.

"Who the fuck is yelling?" He asked. 

Taehyung noticed the hickeys on Jungkook's throat and felt his cheeks flush a rosy red. Jungkook, with his raven hair, was shirtless, revealing scratches on his shoulders and back from the previous night's activities. The clean sheet pooled into his lap as he sat up, and he grabbed his phone to check the time.

"Ibiki." Taehyung sighed. 

He knew the idiot would arrive sooner or later but didn't expect him to come so early. Typically, when Taehyung returned alone, Ibiki wouldn't show up until late afternoon. Someone must have tipped him off that Jungkook was there; that would be the only reason the idiot would arrive so soon after being a jerk the night before. On the other hand, Jungkook was irritated from the rude awakening and was ready to fight.

"It's 7 in the morning. Why the fuck is he here already?" Jungkook mumbled, running his hands through his hair. Taehyung shrugged, not suited for Ibiki's drama and tough guy act. He wished the other man would leave him alone. But, for some reason, Ibiki always came crawling back. Taehyung realized his continuous willingness to give the jerk chance after chance was part of the problem. However, this time, he clarified that he was done with him. If hooking up with Jungkook hadn't been enough of a wake-up call, then perhaps the punch and slap from the previous night would serve as a definitive end.

However, Taehyung realized he didn't know Ibiki well either. He was just someone he picked up when he became lonely. For all he knew, this could be the beginning of something worse.

Lost in thought, Taehyung didn't notice when Jungkook quietly got out of bed and slipped into Taehyung's plaid pajama bottoms. The blonde looked up as the raven-haired man shifted, and Jungkook smiled down at him before leaning in to kiss him.

"Good morning, baby," Jungkook whispered against the blonde's lips, causing Taehyung to blush. His heart fluttered at how Jungkook gazed at him, making him feel like the most special person in the world. Jungkook gave him another quick peck on the lips before heading toward the door, and Taehyung's brown eyes followed his every movement.

Ibiki kept yelling and banging on the door. And they were sure that by now, the jock had woken up the entire floor of students and gotten the attention of some of the staff. Taehyung felt his cheeks darken from shame. He knew that once Jungkook opened that door, everyone would have their phones out and record and post everything on social media. 

"Stupid dumbass. I was sleeping so well." Jungkook cursed as he rubbed at his neck.

Taehyung nervously chewed his nails, anxiety gnawing at him. He knew Jungkook could handle himself, but Ibiki fought dirty, and Taehyung didn't want Jungkook to get into trouble because of him. Quickly, he scrambled to his feet and followed after Jungkook. He was wearing an oversized shirt that belonged to Jungkook, paired with shorts.

After a long night together, they both showered, which only led to more intimacy. Once they dressed, they headed to Jungkook's dorm to pick up some clothes. After that, they ordered takeout and ran to a convenience store for beer. They finally returned to Taehyung's dorm, where they spent the night laughing and talking until the early morning hours. Everything about Ibiki had been forgotten until now.

"Who is in there with you? It's Jungkook, isn't it?" 

Jungkook rolled his eyes and flung the door open with Taehyung beside him. There stood Ibiki, his face flushed, hair greasy, still wearing the same clothes from the party, and visibly angry. Ibiki's eyes locked onto Jungkook's, radiating pure hatred. Jungkook glared back, his expression steely and unwavering, daring Ibiki to make a move. The tall blonde clenched his jaw, realizing Jungkook wouldn't back down.

Ibiki could hear whispers behind him as fellow students watched. He studied Jungkook closely, taking in the impressive definition of his muscles. The way his biceps flexed, and the strong line of his shoulders revealed the countless hours of training he must have dedicated to perfecting his physique. Every movement exuded strength and confidence, making it difficult to ignore the raw power that seemed to radiate from him.

His gaze shifted from Jungkook to Taehyung, and he scanned Taehyung's slender frame. He noted Taehyung's messy blonde hair and swollen, red lips dotted with tiny bite marks. The hickeys stood out against Taehyung's golden skin, decorating his neck like a necklace. His eyes traveled lower, and he noticed the large T-shirt Taehyung was wearing. Ibiki recognized all of Taehyung's clothes and knew that this shirt belonged to no one but Jungkook.

Taehyung adjusted his weight on one leg, and Ibiki's eyes widened when he noticed the teeth marks and hand prints littering the inside of the blonde's thighs. He inhaled, wondering what the rest of Taehyung's body looked like under the shirt and how many more bruises he had from the one night he spent with Jungkook. He scrunched his bruised nose in disgust and then stared back at Jungkook, narrowing his eyes as he noticed all the scratches and hickeys on the raven-haired man's neck and shoulders.

Ibiki felt jealousy surge within him, threatening to overflow. Taehyung had never treated him this way before. No matter how hard Ibiki tried, the blonde lay there, either bored or with his eyes closed. When Ibiki was rough with him, Taehyung would scream and push him away, but when he was gentle, Taehyung stared at the ceiling as if he were waiting for it all to be over. There was no passion, no happiness.

"Seems like you had a great time. All fucking bruised, bitten, and scarred. Is this what you wanted? Was he better than me?" Ibiki forced out through clenched teeth. The other students crowded outside, standing just a few feet from Ibiki, listening and watching. Jungkook scoffed while Taehyung furrowed his brows.

Ibiki was trying to provoke him. He stepped in front of Jungkook, leaning back against the raven-haired man. Without thinking, Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist and pressed a tender kiss to the back of his head. Ibiki scoffed and laughed when he heard whispers from those around him.

'Did you see that?' 

'Oh my God. Jungkook must like him.' 

'They were making out at the party last night. I'm not surprised they got together.' 

'I heard they almost fucked.' 

'No way! I heard that too!' 

'Ibiki treated Tae like trash anyway. It's about time Tae found somebody else.'

Ibiki glanced down at the box of his belongings, now soaked and sitting outside on the ground, mingled with the roses he had given to Taehyung. It wasn't enough that Jungkook made a move on Taehyung; he also manipulated him into sleeping with him and then destroyed Ibiki's things. To make matters worse, he still dared to be there when Ibiki arrived. As Ibiki often said, he disliked anyone interfering in his affairs, and Taehyung was his concern.

"Enough. What we had was an open relationship anyway. And after you openly admitted to sleeping with my family, I dumped your sorry ass. So, who I bring back to my dorm is none of your business." Taehyung snapped at his ex while Jungkook wiggled his eyes at him, taunting the blonde. Some students laughed at Jungkook's antics, making him even more smug.

"I told you that was an accident! Why the fuck do you want Jungkook anyway? Like what does he have that I don't--"

"A bigger dick!" Taehyung yelled, and Jungkook snorted with laughter, burying his face in Taehyung's hair. Meanwhile, Ibiki's face turned red with embarrassment as the other students behind him joined in the laughter. The jock clenched his fists, trying to maintain his composure despite the humiliation.

"You think this is funny?" He snapped at the giggling crowd, his voice tinged with frustration.

"Hell yeah!" A short-haired girl yelled from down the hall. 

Ibiki's reputation was just as notorious as Jungkook's. But, while Jungkook was a freshman, Ibiki was a junior. So while he was bitching and complaining about Jungkook, he was just as worst with an even higher body count. One would expect someone with Ibiki's experience to know how to please a partner sexually.

 Taking a deep breath, Ibiki turned back to Taehyung, determined to regain some of his dignity. He tried to think of anything he could use against the blonde to embarrass him, but nothing came to mind. In the year he and Taehyung were involved, the beautiful man kept the most intimate details about his friends and family a secret. Ibiki didn't even know where Taehyung worked, his major, or which part of South Korea he came from.

So, Ibiki's eyes focused on Jungkook. Watching the ravenette cradle Taehyung against him, his hands tenderly caressed the blonde's stomach and waist. Then, Jungkook leaned forward, his nose pressed against the crown of Taehyung's golden hair, and inhaled the beautiful man's scent. The blonde jock felt his eye twitch. He may not be able to go after Taehyung as he wanted, but he could use his ex to taunt Jungkook into a fight.  

"How does it feel, Jungkook? Having my sloppy seconds?"

At the comment, Jungkook immediately pushed Taehyung behind him and stepped forward, his jaw clenching and unclenching with his nostrils flaring. You could see the inside of his cheek move slightly as he lined the inside of his mouth with his tongue. 

Everyone had gone silent, waiting in anticipation to see what would happen next. Taehyung, on the other hand, was itching to slip past Jungkook to slap his asshole ex once again.

"Sloppy? You giant asshole. If anybody is sloppy--" Jungkook held his arm out, holding Taehyung back. He stepped in front of the blonde beauty again, his obsidian eyes shining angrily. Ibiki smiled, knowing he'd hit a nerve.

"You were so smug last night, Jeon. What's up? Lost your nerve now that you got some pussy?"

Taehyung's mouth fell open from shock at Ibiki's words. Ibiki laughed, a malicious smirk on his face.

"He moans and bitches about like a woman, so you might as well say he has one. Though he's pretty, it sucks that he can't be as wet. How was he Jungkook? Did he call you daddy? Did you let you bend him over in the hallway? Fuck him against a tree? Did he beg you to put your whole fist inside of him?" Ibiki continued. 

The women in the crowd stared at him in disbelief, some with rage and others in disgust. Taehyung bit his lip, knowing that if he tried to get to the other man, Jungkook would hold him back. The blonde glanced at Jungkook, but the ravenette remained silent, his eyes following Ibiki as the other man paced back and forth. 

"We didn't do any of that, Ibiki, and you know that," Taehyung said, his cheeks burning. Ibiki rolled his eyes. 

"Stop with the innocent act. Jungkook should know how you were. After all, he was so desperate to get you back here last night. How was he? How many fingers could you fit? Better yet, how loud was he?" 

The tension in the air was palpable, and the crowd shifted uneasily, exchanging uncertain glances. A few people whispered to each other, while others looked on with curiosity and apprehension, wondering if a fight was about to break out. Some were ready to intervene if things got out of hand, while others watched with bated breath, waiting to see how Jungkook would respond.

The ravenette nodded as Ibiki continued his tangent. Ibiki thought he was tarnishing Taehyung's reputation, but all the dumbass was doing was showing everyone and the internet how much of douche he was. Jungkook gazed over his shoulder at Taehyung, his brown eyes catching Taehyung's. 

"Hey, baby?" Jungkook called him. Ibiki fell silent, and everyone watched as Taehyung's eyes lit up at the nickname, his eyes shimmering with adoration. The blonde focused on Jungkook; nothing or no one else mattered. He was completely enamored. 

"Yeah?"

"You said when you and the dumbass here had relations, he wore a condom, right?"

Taehyung's cheeks flushed pink as he realized where Jungkook was going with his question. He glanced at Ibiki before quickly turning back to Jungkook. Shifting uncomfortably, he was aware of the tension in the room but couldn't suppress a small smile at Jungkook's playful teasing. Meanwhile, the smirk on Ibiki's face transformed into a frown. His expression hardened as he directed his gaze at Taehyung.

"Where the fuck are you going with this, Jungkook?" Ibiki asked. Jungkook ignored him and winked at Taehyung. 

"Yeah. I made him wear one." The blonde replied.

Jungkook looked at Ibiki with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Ibiki's jaw clenched, and his fists tightened at his sides, clearly irritated by the direction of the conversation. The atmosphere in the room became more charged as he struggled to maintain his composure, narrowing his eyes at Jungkook's audacity.

"Alright, now we had sex almost all night, right? I made you cum multiple times?" Jungkook asked Taehyung, never taking his eyes off Ibiki. 

Taehyung's face was glowing, his hands on his heated cheeks as he tried to overcome the embarrassment of the questions. Everyone felt like they were watching a lawyer cross-examine a witness. And just like in a courtroom, they couldn't take their eyes off the star witness. 

It was obvious that Taehyung wasn't used to being in the spotlight; his face shined like a beacon in the night. He was usually quiet, reserved, and kept to himself, but Ibiki wanted to turn their private lives into a spectacle. This wasn't the first time. Of course, he did it just the night before at the party. Still, there were plenty of times before when Ibiki and Taehyung would disagree on something, or Taehyung would call him out. The jock would become loud and dramatic, drawing the attention of anyone nearby. This embarrassed Taehyung, and he would either walk away or give in to whatever Ibiki wanted to get him to stop.  

This time, though, Taehyung had Jungkook, and the raven-haired man wouldn't let Ibiki embarrass Taehyung any further.

Taehyung realized he hadn't answered Jungkook yet. 

 "Yeah, twice in the bed, twice in the shower, and once against the wall, " the beautiful man replied. The other students started whispering; some, having had sex with Jungkook, were jealous that they never had the same experience as Taehyung, while others were impressed. 

"Oh, damn." One person in the crowd murmured. 

Taehyung covered his face as he was wolf-whistled and cat-called. People cheered him on for finally being satisfied. Others spoke about hearing him moan through the walls, calling out Jungkook's name with slapping noises and whimpers. 

Then came the question that set everything in motion.

"Did we use a condom those times, baby?" Jungkook asked, taking his eyes off Ibiki to look at Taehyung. The latter uncovered his face and stared into Jungkook's chocolate eyes lovingly, his heart pounding in his ears.

"No, we didn't. I trust you." Jungkook's eyes widened slightly, surprise and concern flickering across his face. Taehyung caressed Jungkook's arm. Jungkook's expression softened as he felt Taehyung's touch. He smiled and grabbed Taehyung's hand, intertwining their fingers. The ravenette nodded, feeling warmth wash over him. He turned to beam at Ibiki, whose eyes widened in disbelief, jaw-dropping slightly as he processed the conversation unfolding before him.

"He was happy with just this dick, bitch!" Jungkook taunted. Ibiki glared at Jungkook, his mouth forming an outraged snarl. He looked at Taehyung, pointing at Jungkook.

"You let him hit without a condom, but you won't let me? I'm your fuckin boyfriend!" He shrieked, tugging at his bleach-fried hair. The tattooed man rolled his eyes as Ibiki turned into a stammering mess. He then took Taehyung's hand and kissed the back of it. Taehyung blushed a lovely shade of pink, batting his lashes at the raven-haired man.

"FUCKIN WHAT?" Ibiki shouted in frustration when he saw Jungkook flirting with Taehyung again.

"By the way, we fucked for like six hours straight. No condom at all. I turned him into a Twinkie." Jungkook winked at the blonde, and Taehyung gasped, hitting the tattooed man on the shoulder. The crowd of students had started to disperse, growing tired of watching the blonde jock make an even bigger idiot of himself. 

As Taehyung turned to sit on the bed, Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist and pulled him back. Taehyung gasped as he landed against Jungkook's chest. Their faces were inches apart. They stared into each other's eyes, their breaths mingling. Taehyung licked his lips as he waited, wondering what Jungkook wanted to say. 

"Jungkook?" Taehyung called him, but the ravenette just leaned in, his eyes focused on Taehyung's lips. 

"FUCK YOU, JUNGKOOK!" 

They were surprised when a punch connected to Jungkook's jaw, jolting him backward. The impact sent a sharp pain radiating through his cheek, momentarily clouding his senses and leaving him reeling in disbelief.

Taehyung ran to him wide-eyed and gently touched Jungkook's swollen jaw. Jungkook flinched, wincing in pain. Taehyung's gaze softened, and he hugged Jungkook tightly.

"Are you okay?"

Jungkook nodded and spat out the blood filling his mouth. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and locked eyes with Ibiki, a determined look settling on his face.

"Alright, you cheap-shotting bitch," Jungkook said calmly. He gently squeezed Taehyung's waist before pushing him away with a light shove. He took a fighting stance; his hands balled into fists.

Ibiki stood there, his fist raised and breathing heavily. His anger had finally boiled over; he could no longer contain his frustration and jealousy.

"I warned you about messing around, Jungkook," He warned, his voice low and dangerous, as the room fell silent in anticipation of what might happen next.

..........

A ringtone and the buzzing vibrations of his mobile phone shattered the morning's tranquility. Jimin groaned as he rolled over and glared at the annoying device on his nightstand. He had no classes until that afternoon and had no desire to get up for any reason.

The ringtone kept playing, and Yoongi shifted in his sleep, grumbling softly. Jimin smacked his lips and quickly grabbed his phone to silence it before it woke his boyfriend. He held it up to his ear and rolled his eyes as Hyeonki and Hobi shouted into the other line, trying to talk over each other to explain what was happening. Jimin furrowed his brows in confusion; all he was getting from them was a headache. 

"Put them on speakerphone; I can hear them from here," Yoongi murmured, the remnants of sleep still clinging to him as he propped himself up against the headboard, his tousled hair falling into his eyes. 

Sitting beside him, Jimin let out a frustrated huff, his nostrils flaring at the thought of the impending chaos. With a reluctant sigh, he pressed the speakerphone button, and instantly, their otherwise quiet room was engulfed by the raucous, overlapping voices of the Jung twins. Jimin shot Yoongi an exasperated look, knowing things would get much louder.

"Oh my God, get on TikTok! Someone is live-streaming a fight between Jungkook and Ibiki!" Hyeonki exclaimed into the phone. Jimin turned to Yoongi, and both were shocked by the news. But no, there was no way Jungkook would be fighting anyone.

"Jungkook as in Jeon Jungkook?" Jimin asked, trying to confirm it was the same dark-haired, tattooed man he and Yoongi knew.

"Yes! Our Jungkookie! He's fighting Taehyung's boyfriend, Ibiki! I sent Yoongi the link."  

"What?" Jimin exclaimed, his mind racing as he struggled to process the shocking news. Before he could gather his thoughts, Yoongi snatched his phone, quickly navigating to the link that Hoseok had sent. The video loaded in a matter of seconds, revealing a chaotic scene in vivid detail: Jungkook and Ibiki were locked in a fierce brawl inside Taehyung's dorm room.

"From what I read in the comments, Taehyung and Jungkook hooked up last night! Taehyung broke up with the dumbass last night, but Ibiki showed up, causing a scene."

The footage showed the two men grappling with each other, their faces contorted with rage as they exchanged blows. Taehyung was positioned desperately between them, his arms outstretched to separate the fighters. Despite his best efforts, it was clear that both Jungkook and Ibiki were consumed by their anger, fully committed to their confrontation and ignoring Taehyung's pleas to stop. The tension in the room was palpable, making it evident that this was no ordinary skirmish; both were determined to settle their differences with a physical fight, and Taehyung's intervention was proving futile.

"How did this happen? Jungkook doesn't know Tae or Ibiki?" Jimin asked his boyfriend. Yoongi watched the fight intently, noticing the scratches on Jungkook's shoulders and back. Just then, Taehyung entered the scene. The blonde pushed Ibiki back, trying to get him to back down, but Ibiki refused to relent. Instead, the jock grabbed Taehyung by the collar of his shirt. That's when Jimin and Yoongi noticed the bite marks and hickeys all over Taehyung's neck and collarbone.

"They met at the party." The ravenette responded to his lover. 

Jimin gasped and covered his mouth with his hand. He had assumed that after he left, Taehyung would go home. He never, in a million years, thought that Taehyung would meet and sleep with Jungkook. The two men moved in very different circles, and their chance meeting seemed almost impossible—a one percent chance at best.

Jimin hung up the phone abruptly without even saying goodbye. He exchanged a concerned look with Yoongi, both aware of the severe consequences of fighting on school grounds or in the dorms. The two men quickly moved around each other, pulling on wrinkled T-shirts and jeans while slipping on their shoes. They shoved their phones into their back pockets and hurried out of Yoongi's apartment.

...........

The crowd of students separated as Jungkook tackled Ibiki out into the hallway.

Gasps and murmurs echoed through the crowded hallway as the two boys struggled on the ground, their limbs entangled in a fierce grapple. The onlookers watched in excitement and disbelief; some students shouted encouragement, urging their classmates to keep going, while others stood frozen, wide-eyed with shock at the unexpected altercation. 

Whispers of astonishment spread through the crowd as they speculated about what had led to this confrontation. A few concerned students broke away to search for a teacher, anxious to intervene and stop the brawl before it escalated into something more serious. The tension in the air was perceptible as everyone awaited the arrival of authority to restore order.

Ibiki pushed Jungkook off of him and scrambled to his feet. Before he could react, Jungkook tackled him against the wall, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and landing a punch to his jaw. The blonde jock grunted, spitting in Jungkook's face. While the latter tried to wipe the spit away, Ibiki threw him to the ground and crawled on top of him, trying to punch him, but Jungkook held up his arms, defending his head from the blows. Ibiki managed to land a solid punch, striking Jungkook on the same jaw.

Jungkook responded by throwing a punch of his own.

"Get off him, Ibiki!" Taehyung shouted, grabbing his ex-boyfriend by the shirt and pulling the blonde away from Jungkook. In his rage, Ibiki turned to Taehyung, and before the beautiful man could react, he was backhanded across the face. Taehyung stumbled to the ground, blood gushing from his nostrils.

"Stay the fuck out of this, you bitch!" Ibiki yelled. Jungkook saw Taehyung holding his nose and flipped Ibiki off him. He grabbed Ibiki by his throat and pushed him against the wall. Ibiki was taken aback and tried to escape, but Jungkook held him.

"Never touch Taehyung again," he growled. Approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway as a teacher hurried toward the commotion, demanding that the students break it up immediately.

Jungkook hesitated, his grip loosening slightly as he glanced at the authority figure. Seizing the momentary distraction, Ibiki freed himself from Jungkook's hold and backed away, breathing heavily. However, the tension between them lingered in the air, suggesting that this confrontation was far from over.

Jungkook forcefully shoved Ibiki against the wall, the impact echoing in the hallway, before sprinting to Taehyung. The blonde was clutching his nose tightly, wincing in pain as blood trickled down his fingers. A concerned student hurried to their side, panic evident on her face. She quickly handed Taehyung a handful of napkins, urging him to press them against his injured nose to stem the bleeding. The atmosphere was tense as the others around them looked on, worried for their friend.

Ibiki stood at a distance, watching with curiosity and disdain as Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung. The warmth of the embrace seemed to ease the tension in Taehyung's shoulders as Jungkook leaned down, pressing gentle kisses into Taehyung's soft, wheat-colored hair. With each kiss, he whispered comforting words that seemed to lift the world's weight off Taehyung's mind. Jungkook's hand moved in slow, soothing circles on Taehyung's lower back, a gesture of tenderness and reassurance.

As Ibiki observed the scene, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the crowd around him. People were visibly swooning, their expressions a blend of admiration and envy. The sight of the two intimately connected in their moment of solace seemed to enchant everyone, drawing sighs and whispers. It was a phase and nothing more. Taehyung would get tired of the pretty fuck boy and come crawling back to him. 

............

"Ow, ow, ow!" Taehyung winced as his friend examined his nose. Roseanne Park, known to everyone as Rose, sighed while checking if Taehyung's nose was fractured or broken.

 Sitting next to him was Jungkook, whose face was marked with cuts along his lip and eyebrow. His knuckles were bruised, and he had a few bruises on his arms and abdomen, but aside from that, he seemed fine.

"You shouldn't have gotten in the way. You should have just let those two fight. They would have tired themselves out at some point." Rose said, setting aside a pair of tongs with a bloodied cotton ball. She cleaned all of the blood from Taehyung's face and nose. The older blonde pouted, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout, making Rose snicker at his attempts to be cute. 

"I didn't want Jungkook to get in trouble. As much as I can't stand Ibiki, he does attend some classes. It would break his mom's heart if he got kicked out," Taehyung said, wincing again as Rose carefully wiped the cut on his septum with an alcohol swab. She sat back, crossed her arms, and stared at him.

"Ibiki is an adult. If he got kicked out for acting foolishly, that would be his responsibility. He used this fight as an excuse to hit you and judging by the way your nose is bruised and cut; he must have used a lot of force. If it had been a punch, it would likely have broken your nose." Rose scolded Taehyung, who sighed and nodded, knowing she was right. Luckily, she was a nursing student living in the nearby dorm and was only a call away. 

As she cleaned up her equipment, Jungkook glanced at Taehyung as the blonde gently touched his nose, wincing in pain. In response, Jungkook grasped Taehyung's hand, intertwining their fingers. Taehyung gasped, taken aback by this unexpected display of affection. He looked down at their hands before meeting Jungkook's gaze.

He thought the affection Jungkook showed him earlier was just a way to annoy Ibiki, but now he wasn't so sure. Jeon Jungkook didn't care about anyone he slept with; he moved on as soon as he got what he wanted and never looked back. He didn't consider whose heart he might hurt in the process. Jungkook was just there to have fun, not to be in a relationship.

Taehyung had to admit that, even if this moment was just a façade, it felt genuinely nice. The warmth of Jungkook's presence wrapped around him like a cozy blanket, and he knew that regardless of whether Jungkook decided to move on in an hour or the next day, he intended to savor every second they had together.

"Baby?" Jungkook's voice broke through his thoughts, soft and inviting. Taehyung felt a strong arm slide around his shoulders as he spoke, pulling him in even closer. He leaned into Jungkook's side, resting his head comfortably against the curve of his shoulder. Jungkook smiled down at him, his eyes filled with a warmth that made Taehyung's heart flutter. Gently, he rested his head on top of Taehyung's golden hair.

Rose caught the exchange out of the corner of her eye and tried to give them privacy. The outcome was good: Taehyung was finally away from Ibiki. Hopefully, because of Jungkook, Ibiki would finally keep his distance if he didn't get kicked out of college first for starting the fight.