Taehyung Point
A low groan escaped Taehyung as he pressed a pillow over his ears, desperately trying to drown out the sounds bleeding through the thin walls of his apartment. “Will they ever stop?” He muttered, the vibrations of muffled moans and frustrated sighs irritatingly audible even through the fabric.
“Jungkook! There!” A woman’s voice, unmistakably Mrs. Wang from next door, sliced through the noise. Taehyung didn’t bother to care who it was. He just wanted silence. He pulled the blanket tighter around his head, attempting to create a soundproof cocoon.
“Fuck, you’re so loud for me.” Jungkook’s voice. Taehyung’s own pulse quickened, a traitorous warmth spreading through him despite his annoyance. He’d be lying to himself if he claimed he wasn’t…intrigued.
Wait, what? I just met him.
He slammed a fist against the pillow, tossing the blanket aside and inhaling a ragged breath. The thought was unwelcome, unsettling. He grabbed his car keys and phone, stumbling towards the door. As he slammed it shut behind him, he continued to cover his ears, cursing under his breath as he walked past Jungkook’s apartment.
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Jungkook Point
“Okay, we’re done here,” Jungkook said, his voice flat. He stared down at the woman sprawled beneath him, a practiced indifference masking his boredom.
“Jungkook, that was so great, better than Jackson,” she breathed, her voice laced with saccharine flattery. Jungkook scoffed, glancing at her small chest. “You failed.”
“What do you mean?” She slipped her clothes back on, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.
“I was testing you, and you failed.” He pulled his pants up, ignoring her protests. “I wanted to see if you were loyal. You are married, after all.” He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her toward the door.
“You slut. You used me!” She whined, her arms crossed.
“Baby, it’s the other way around,” he said, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he shut the door in her face.
After the last of her frustrated shouts faded into silence, he sighed, collapsing onto the couch. “These…these damn pants…” He squirmed in the tight denim, already anticipating the relief of changing.
Groaning, he stood and headed toward his bedroom, shedding his jeans for a comfortable pair of sweatpants.
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Taehyung Point
Taehyung drove up to the small cliff overlooking the city, a small smile playing on his lips. This was his escape, his sanctuary.
He stepped out of the car, letting the cool breeze wash over his face. He didn’t bother locking the door; it felt too…confining. He stood at the edge, inhaling the scent of pine and damp earth. No pollution, no noise, no judgement. Just…peace.
He closed his eyes, letting his hair fall freely in the wind.
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Jungkook Point
Jungkook clicked his tongue, rising from his phone. “Maybe I should visit Taehyung-hyung.”
He slipped on his slides, locking the door behind him before knocking on the door next to his. “Hyung! Open up!” He knocked again, louder this time. “Hyung~”
He sighed, turning the knob, surprised to find it unlocked. He stepped inside, sliding his feet into the room. He’d been in Taehyung’s apartment once before, but he hadn’t bothered to look around.
His eyes widened, taking in the rich textures and elegant furnishings. It was astonishing. He sank into the leather couch, already feeling the plush comfort.
Polaroids lined the walls, capturing snippets of Taehyung’s life. He stood up, walking toward one that caught his eye. He smiled, pulling the Polaroid off the wall.
Damn, he’s so good-looking…
He noticed a small camera on the nightstand. Hesitating, he picked it up and snapped a photo. A Polaroid slid out, depicting him. He giggled, taping the new picture next to Taehyung’s. He grabbed a pen from his pocket and scribbled a note on the blank space beneath the photo.
He smiled, satisfied, and left Taehyung’s apartment.
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Taehyung Point
Taehyung drove up to his apartment building, parking his car and walking inside to be greeted by Mrs. Wang. Gagging to himself, he walked in the elevator, clicking the 4th floor.
Once he got on his floor, he walked to his room number, grabbing his keys to unlock his door. His eyes widened as his door was already unlocked.
He grabbed an umbrella, ready to hit whoever entered his house.
Dropping the umbrella, he realized no one came in.
He threw his keys on the table, falling onto his bed.
He turned to his right, where all his photos were, but…one photo was added.
He stood up, going closer to see the photo.
He smiled at the photo.
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Taehyung,
You are one gorgeous man.
Stay with me until the end of time,
-Jungkook
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