Jimin walked through the lush garden, the smell of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers hanging in the air. He’d been working there for most of the day, his mind occupied with the unease that had settled in his chest ever since he confessed to Taehyung.

As Jimin trimmed the roses near the edge of the garden, his eyes were drawn to the mansion windows. He couldn’t help but look up every so often, half-expecting to see Taehyung or Jungkook. But today, his eyes lingered more on Jungkook’s movements than Taehyung’s.

There was something about the way Jungkook moved through the house—too confident, too possessive. Jimin wasn’t blind to the subtle ways Jungkook kept Taehyung close, his hands on him more than necessary, his gaze lingering just a little too long.

Jimin felt a mix of frustration and jealousy swirl inside him, but also... something else. Fear. Fear that he was losing Taehyung not just to Jungkook’s charm, but to something darker.

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Inside the mansion, Taehyung and Jungkook were on the couch in the living room, the late afternoon light spilling across the room. Taehyung was laughing at something Jungkook had said, his eyes sparkling with affection.

Jungkook watched him intently, his lips curling into a soft, private smile that only Taehyung could provoke. There was a sense of closeness between them, an intimacy that seemed to transcend just friendship.

Jungkook reached out, brushing Taehyung’s hair from his forehead, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. Taehyung didn’t pull away. In fact, he tilted his head slightly, letting Jungkook’s touch linger.

It wasn’t just a casual touch; it was tender, filled with unspoken words. Jungkook leaned in, his lips brushing the edge of Taehyung’s ear, a soft, barely-there whisper escaping his mouth. "You look beautiful today."

Taehyung flushed under the compliment, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he smiled softly, his heart pounding in his chest. There was something about the way Jungkook made him feel—alive, desired, cared for in a way that was more than just friendship. They had crossed a line, and neither of them seemed to want to go back.

Jungkook turned his face slightly, their noses nearly brushing. His lips hovered just inches from Taehyung’s. He wasn’t in a hurry. His hand slid to Taehyung’s jaw, tilting his face to meet his own, but there was a hesitation, a quiet moment of vulnerability in his eyes.

Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat, his pulse racing. He wanted this. He wanted Jungkook, wanted the way Jungkook looked at him, touched him, as if he were the center of the world.

Their lips met in a slow, soft kiss. It was a quiet, intimate thing, no urgency, just a mutual understanding that something had shifted between them. Jungkook’s hand cupped Taehyung’s face, his thumb gently brushing the skin of his cheek, savoring the moment. Taehyung melted into the kiss, his hand slipping around Jungkook’s neck, pulling him closer.

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Outside, Jimin was still in the garden, but his attention was no longer on the roses. He’d seen the whole thing from the window. His stomach twisted as he watched Jungkook and Taehyung, his heart sinking.

The way Jungkook held Taehyung, the way Taehyung seemed to lean into him—it was too much for Jimin to bear. He wanted to turn away, to ignore the pull of jealousy tightening in his chest, but he couldn’t. He was rooted to the spot, his hands shaking as he gripped the pruning shears a little too tightly.

His mind raced with questions. Did Taehyung know what he was getting into? Did he understand how possessive Jungkook could be? Jimin couldn’t pull his eyes away. He had to watch. He had to know if there was anything left for him in Taehyung’s heart.

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Inside, the kiss deepened. Jungkook pulled Taehyung into his lap, his hands resting on his waist, holding him close as if afraid to let go. Taehyung could feel the warmth of Jungkook’s body against his, the steady beat of his heart. He felt a rush of emotions—desire, longing, but also something deeper, something he couldn’t name yet.

When they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, Taehyung’s voice was breathless. "I don’t know what this is, hyung," he whispered, his hands still tangled in Jungkook’s shirt.

Jungkook’s eyes softened, his fingers tracing the edge of Taehyung’s jaw. "It’s us," he replied, his voice low, filled with meaning. "It’s always been us."

Taehyung felt his heart race. He didn’t know what it was, but in that moment, he knew he didn’t want to pull away. He wanted more of this—whatever "this" was.

Jimin couldn’t take it anymore. He turned abruptly and walked away from the window, his heart aching as he heard the faint sound of Taehyung’s laughter. It was the sound of someone completely taken by someone else, and Jimin knew he was losing him.