The cafe buzzed with quiet chatter and the occasional sound of coffee cups clinking against saucers. Jungkook sat across from Jimin, trying his best to keep his composure while Taehyung leaned into his space with every opportunity.

“So, how long have you two been rooming together?” Jimin asked, stirring his cappuccino.

Taehyung’s lips curved into a mischievous smile as he nudged Jungkook’s arm. “Too long. Jungkook might as well be my personal butler at this point.”

Jungkook shot him a look, his jaw tightening. “If by butler, you mean the one keeping you from burning the dorm down, then sure.”

Jimin chuckled, sipping his coffee. “Sounds like fun. You guys seem close.”

“Oh, we’re very close,” Taehyung replied, his voice dripping with double meaning as he reached over to pluck a crumb off Jungkook’s plate and popped it into his mouth.

Jungkook nearly choked on his coffee, his eyes flicking to Taehyung, who gave him a knowing look.

Jimin, oblivious to the tension simmering between them, changed the subject. “So, Taehyung, are you coming to the art showcase this Friday? I heard Professor Kang is displaying student works.”

“Of course! Jungkook’s dragging me along,” Taehyung said casually, ignoring the subtle glare Jungkook shot him.

“Right,” Jungkook muttered under his breath.

The conversation flowed easily after that, with Jimin carrying most of it while Jungkook and Taehyung exchanged subtle, heated glances. By the time they left the cafe, Jungkook’s nerves were frayed, and his body buzzed with tension from Taehyung’s teasing under the table.

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Back at the dorm, Jungkook threw his bag onto the floor and leaned against the wall, exhaling sharply. Taehyung followed him in, humming a soft tune as he kicked off his shoes.

“Why do you do that?” Jungkook asked, his voice low, almost dangerous.

“Do what?” Taehyung asked innocently, batting his lashes as he turned to face him.

“You know what,” Jungkook growled, taking a step closer.

Taehyung’s smirk widened as he leaned against the edge of his desk. “I can’t help it if you’re so easy to rile up, Kookie.”

Jungkook took another step forward, his hands balling into fists. “Tae…”

But Taehyung slipped past him, his fingers brushing against Jungkook’s chest as he made his way to his bed. “You’re cute when you’re frustrated,” he teased, flopping down onto the mattress.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, muttering curses under his breath. “You’re going to regret this,” he warned, his voice strained with self-restraint.

Taehyung chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows. “Am I? I think you like it when I mess with you.”

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The day passed in a haze of playful torment. During lunch, Taehyung "accidentally" dropped his fork, bending over slowly to pick it up, giving Jungkook an unintentional but deliberate view. In class, he brushed his leg against Jungkook’s under the table, his hand lingering on Jungkook’s arm longer than necessary when passing him notes.

By the time night fell, Jungkook was wound so tight he felt like he might snap.

Taehyung was lounging on his bed, scrolling through his phone, when Jungkook stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his muscles flexed as he grabbed a shirt from his drawer.

“Going to bed already?” Taehyung asked, his voice soft and teasing.

Jungkook didn’t respond, too focused on ignoring the burning stare he could feel on his back.

“You’re no fun,” Taehyung muttered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He stood and approached Jungkook, stopping just behind him.

Jungkook froze when he felt Taehyung’s fingers trail down his spine. “Tae…”

“Relax,” Taehyung whispered, his breath warm against Jungkook’s neck. “I’m just saying goodnight.”

Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung pressed a chaste kiss to the nape of his neck and padded back to his bed. “Goodnight, Kookie,” he said with a grin, pulling the blanket over himself.

Jungkook stared after him, his fists clenched at his sides. “You’re evil.”

Taehyung only laughed, snuggling into his pillow. “Sweet dreams.”

Jungkook sighed, running a hand down his face as he climbed into bed, his body still thrumming with unspent energy. Taehyung’s soft breathing filled the room, taunting him with its serenity.

As sleep eluded him, Jungkook stared at the ceiling, cursing the boy who had turned his world upside down.