"Siblings Siblings!!" Jimin was lip syncing to the sound of the current tik-tok video he was watching. It was a sibling trend and he was thinking to share it with his brothers cause it was actually cute.

Just as he was about to tap on the "share" button, he saw the two siblings in the video kiss each other. His eyes widened with surprise, his fingers frozen on the spot. It was really an unexpected twist at the end.

He hastily clicked on the comment section of that video. There were many comments of each kind flooding in the comments section. Some being sarcastic, some jokes and a huge number of appreciative comments.

"What has happened to today's generation? They're so happy to see incest, hmm?"

Jimin mumbled as he kept scrolling to read furthermore comments. His fingers never left scrolling.

@urdadhatesme: Just fuck each other. I ship you both a lot T_T

@urmomlikesme: THAT "kiss" was just a bonus. I want to be present in your wedding ❤️

@CumdumpofRmofBts: I wish Rap Monster and I could do this trend together.

@Einsteinsucksmy: Hold on! You both are siblings for real or step-siblings? I'm new here 👀 sksksndnfsj

@ngl_Im_dead_yet_living: I personally don't support such things but if you really love each other then go for it. You guys are disgustingly cute.

@sigma_male: Chill guys! She got fucked by her father first then gave a chance to his brother. Agree?🗿🗿
         Replies........
       @cHiGmA:  Looks like you got  some personal experience. Huh!?

       @Guccipurse: stay out of it you hoe. That might happen in your family so don't expose ur family stuffs here.

And the comments kept rolling in, endless debates raging between supporters of the "siblings yet couple" dynamic and those vehemently against it. Jimin's notifications were a chaotic battlefield of opinions, but somehow, the ones defending the idea felt like they were aimed directly at him.

As much as he wanted to brush it off, their words lingered, echoing the doubts he had already been battling.

"Well... fair enough. Love is love no matter what," he muttered under his breath, though the words tasted bitter. Shaking his head, he tossed his phone onto the bed with more force than necessary, deciding it was better to distance himself from the noise for a while.

His stomach grumbled softly, interrupting his train of thought. "What should I cook?" he murmured to himself as he padded into the kitchen. His mood lifted slightly at the prospect of food. "Lasagna! Yes! But do we have the sheets?"

He opened the pantry, scanning its contents with exaggerated focus. His inner monologue continued aloud, his voice carrying a tone of childish excitement.

Taehyung had just returned from his morning practice, sweat glistening on his forehead and a water bottle in hand. Last night's practice had been a total failure—thanks to his own antics with Jimin—but he didn't regret a single second of it.

Entering the kitchen, Taehyung froze at the doorway, his lips curling into a fond smile as he watched Jimin, completely immersed in his culinary dilemma. The shorter man was muttering to himself, gesturing animatedly at the cupboard as if in a serious debate.

Unable to resist, Taehyung tiptoed behind him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Without warning, he wrapped his long arms around Jimin's waist and yelled dramatically into his ear.

"AHHHHH!"

The scream that escaped Jimin's mouth was high-pitched and endless, rivaling that of a horror movie protagonist. Startled beyond reason, he grabbed the nearest object—a spatula—and swung it with all his might at the "attacker."

The first hit landed squarely on Taehyung's arm, earning an audible yelp.

"Ah, bastard! Stop!"

Jimin froze mid-swing, realization dawning on him. Who else could it be? Only one person would dare pull such a ridiculous stunt.

"Taehyung!" Jimin barked, his face red with embarrassment and fury. But instead of lowering the spatula, he doubled down.

"You idiot! Do you want me to die of a heart attack?!" He punctuated each word with a sharp whack, the spatula making loud smacks against Taehyung's shoulder.

"OW! Ouch! Minnie, stop! It hurts!" Taehyung yelped, shielding his head with his arms as he stumbled backward. Despite the pain, he couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face.

"You think it's funny?" Jimin growled, advancing like a soldier armed for battle.

"It's hilarious!" Taehyung laughed breathlessly, dodging another swing.

"You're dead, Kim Taehyung!"

"Only if you catch me, Park Jimin!"

And with that, the taller man bolted out of the kitchen, Jimin hot on his heels, spatula still in hand. Their voices echoed through the house, a mix of playful screams, curses, and uncontrollable laughter.

Taehyung jumped here and there, trying to dodge off the hits. He somehow managed to get hold of the other and pinned him against the refrigerator.

"You hoe!" They both shouted in unison and then went quiet before Taehyung landed a smack on Jimin's back.

"T-tae, what the fuck? I didn't know it was you. I was scared so I did it for self defence, I swear." Jimin said while panting, making puppy eyes and faking a scared face.

Taehyung darkly stared at Jimin. For all the years, he has known the other; he was sure that Jimin has done this intentionally. Bro, his acting skills were really poor, even minus so it was quite easy to catch that Jimin was lying.

"You surely need a whopping, little boy." He said with gritted teeth, caressing the spots where Jimin hit him the most.

"Little? You dumb cabbage! Let me show you how little I am"

Jimin openly challenged his brother with a smug expression.

Siblings fights are like dog & cat fight. And he wanted to have the upper hand, atleast one time.

That was enough to provoke Taehyung. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face tightening as he glared at Jimin. Fighting with Jimin was out of the question—he wasn't that kind of person, and besides, Jimin was pregnant. Taehyung would never let himself cause even the slightest harm to the man carrying their child. But that didn't mean Taehyung was going to let Jimin's sharp tongue and endless teasing slide. Oh no, he had other ways to teach his little Minnie a lesson.

"You know what?" Taehyung began, his voice steady yet dripping with warning. "You don't even need to say sorry. Just be quiet and don't try to provoke me any more. I forgive you because, yeah, it was my fault too. So... sorry."

He said it with a forced calmness, the words coming out through gritted teeth as he made an effort to close the matter without escalating it further. For the first time, he was letting it go, choosing to swallow his frustration rather than feed it.

Jimin, however, was far from done. A victorious smirk spread across his lips, and his eyes gleamed with mischievous satisfaction. Oh, this was monumental. He had managed to get Taehyung to apologize first, something that felt like an eternal kind of victory.

Jimin wanted to record it, to savor the moment whenever he felt down. "I could rewind this time 1,084 times just to celebrate," he thought to himself, a little giggle escaping his lips.

"A loser, huh? Woah, I wish I could show a recording of this to Jin and Kook," Jimin quipped, his smirk widening as he crossed his arms, clearly enjoying the upper hand.

What Jimin failed to notice, however, was the subtle shift in Taehyung's demeanor. The taller man's expression darkened, his frustration simmering dangerously close to the surface. He had already been tired and worn out from practice, and now Jimin's relentless teasing was like fuel to a fire.

Before Jimin could process what was happening, Taehyung moved with a predatory grace. He closed the distance between them in a few quick strides, forcing Jimin to retreat. Step by step, Jimin stumbled backward until his back hit the hard wooden shelf of the kitchen. He gasped softly, realizing there was nowhere left to run.

Taehyung loomed over him, his tall frame casting a shadow that made Jimin feel small and defenseless. With one swift motion, Taehyung planted his hands on either side of Jimin, caging him in. His arms rested against the shelf, creating a golden prison that was both suffocating and intoxicating.

Jimin's breath hitched as Taehyung leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. His eyes darted everywhere except Taehyung's, desperate to avoid the intensity in the taller man's gaze. He swallowed hard, his throat dry as his earlier courage melted into nothingness. Where was the confident, teasing Jimin now?

"Ah," Jimin gasped softly when Taehyung moved suddenly. The taller man buried his face in the crook of Jimin's neck, the action swift and deliberate. Jimin's eyes widened, his heart racing as he felt Taehyung inhale deeply, his nose brushing against his skin.

"T-Tae..." Jimin stammered, his voice trembling as a rush of emotions flooded him—fear, confusion, and something dangerously close to exhilaration.

But Taehyung didn't respond. Instead, he continued to press closer, his presence overwhelming. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, thick and heavy, as Jimin felt his legs weaken beneath him.

This was a Taehyung he hadn't seen before—intense, unrelenting, and utterly unpredictable. And it terrified him as much as it left him breathless.

Jimin tried to call out the taller but Taehyung just tightened his hold around Jimin's body in response. A hiss left past his lips when he realised that Taehyung's lips were sucking on his skin. W-what? What is happening? He was stunned.

He felt himself burning with fever that was getting high by the hold of the taller man around him and the steaming heat of his mouth on Jimin's milky smooth neck, the shorter was fighting with his whole might to not give into the aching desire of his body and he should push Taehyung away.

His mind was screaming at him that how wrong and disgusting it is. He bites onto his lower lip, his palms getting sweaty that were clenching into a fist.

"T-tae, w-what are you -AH-"

The lewd sound which left past Jimin's lips was loud enough to break Taehyung's bubble as he slowly withdrew his mouth from the smooth neck, his neck looking pale as if he has seen a ghost.

Jimin was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he stood frozen in place, eyes wide and unfocused. The kitchen felt suffocatingly quiet, save for the sound of his shallow breaths. When his gaze inadvertently met Taehyung's, both of them flinched, turning their heads away so quickly it was almost comical, if not for the tension crackling in the air.

"I-I didn't realize... I'm s-sorry—" Taehyung stammered, his voice hoarse and trembling as he tried to force the words out. But the apology broke midway, as if his throat refused to cooperate. His gaze dropped to the wooden floor beneath his bare feet, his hands shaking slightly by his sides. He braced himself for what was to come—for the scolding, the yelling, maybe even a slap. Anything would be better than this unbearable silence.

But nothing came.

Jimin, standing a few feet away, was equally silent. His lips parted slightly, but no sound escaped. His mind was a chaotic swirl of emotions, questions clawing at his sanity. Why hadn't he pushed Taehyung away? Why hadn't he reacted? He replayed the moment in his head, over and over, searching for an answer. His heart was racing, not from fear or anger but something far more dangerous. Something that made his stomach churn with unease.

He should feel disgusted. His skin should crawl with repulsion; his heart should be burning with rage. He should want to scream, to lash out, to throw something at Taehyung and tell him to get the hell away. But none of that happened. Instead, he felt something foreign—something that shouldn't be there. A strange warmth curling low in his stomach, twisting into something he didn't dare name.

This wasn't right.

Jimin's breath hitched as realization dawned. This was wrong—so terribly, terribly wrong. It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at the crashing waves below, knowing you shouldn't jump but feeling the pull nonetheless. A warning blared in his head like a fire alarm, urging him to run before it consumed him completely.

And that's exactly what he did.

Without sparing Taehyung another glance, Jimin spun on his heel and bolted out of the kitchen. His feet carried him to the sanctuary of his bedroom, where he slammed the door shut and locked it, as if that could somehow keep the reality of what just happened at bay. His back slid against the door as he sank to the floor, burying his face in his trembling hands.

Behind him, in the kitchen, Taehyung stood rooted to the spot. His breathing was erratic, his heart pounding so hard it hurt. A wave of nausea rolled over him as he replayed the scene in his head—the press of Jimin against the shelf, the way their breaths had mingled for a brief, stolen moment.

"What did I... just do?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, cracking under the weight of his guilt. His wide eyes locked onto the shelf, as if it held the answers to the mess he had just created. The spot where Jimin had been moments ago felt like a haunting reminder, mocking him silently.

Taehyung's hands flew to his hair, gripping it tightly as he shook his head violently, his thoughts spiraling out of control. "Jimin is my brother. My brother," he muttered, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "My own goddamn blood-related sibling, for god's sake."

He wanted to scream, to tear at his skin, to erase the memory of what he had just done. How could he have let himself lose control like that? How could he have let his reckless desires, his momentary madness, cloud his judgment?

The shame burned him alive from the inside out, eating away at whatever fragments of self-respect he had left. "How would I face him again?" he murmured, his voice hollow and trembling. The mere thought of seeing Jimin's face made his stomach churn.

Taehyung closed his eyes tightly, as if shutting them would somehow make it all go away. But it didn't. The guilt was a living, breathing thing, clawing at his chest and leaving him gasping for air. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms, as though punishing himself would somehow absolve him.

"I should burn myself alive," he spat bitterly, his voice laced with self-loathing. "Anything would be better than showing my face to him again."

He staggered backward, leaning against the counter for support as his legs threatened to give out. His mind was a storm of regret, self-hatred, and despair, each thought hitting him like a slap across the face. Taehyung couldn't escape the truth: he had let his madness take over, and now, he was left to drown in the consequences.

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Date- 28th Feb 2024
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