MISTAKE OF THAT NIGHT
[Chapter Three : Taekook ]

You have inflicted yourself in my brain like a parasite and just like a parasite I don't like you, I don't want you but the only difference is, while I'll run away from a parasite I can't help but get drawn to the one called you. 

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JJungkook leaned against the door once he closed it, reliving his posture just now on the other side. He took out a pack of cigars from his pocket, lit it up. Ignoring the shocked look of both Carlos and the guy who’s name he still has to be educated about. it’s almost comical how they both are standing there gaping at him with a very small hint of bruise on both their faces. 

After taking a drag and slowly almost painfully blowing it out of his system, Jungkook glances at the two. 

“You done exercising your authority on a kid A decade younger than you, Carly? Don't you think that’s humiliating even for you? let the boy go” Jungkook spoke casually like he was discussing the weather, the minions behind the Mexican gulp and glance at Carlos. 

If Carlos was annoyed by command to let his prey go, he didn't show it, just scoffed at taehyung, shoving him away by his collar. 

“I’m not done with you yet, Taehyung. This ain't over” 

Taehyung snorted, taking out A white handkerchief and shaking it in the air. 

“Oh How kind of you Lord Carlos” Taehyung mocks, dramatically wiping his tears. angering the ginger headed even more. it seemed like Carlos was ready to smash him like rohit shetty smashes cars in his movies but he held it in, stalking towards Jungkook. 

“Tryna Play The Hero jeon?” Carlos stood in front of him  puffing his chest, making himself bigger in front of Jungkook. His irritation laced in his tone, borderline like one wrong button and he'll explode. 

Meanwhile, Taehyung on the other hand cleaned his face, licking the blood that came out of his busted lips. He dodged the second punch but damn the first one hurted like a bitch. 

Jungkook Scrunches his nose at the stinky smell of cheese and Greasy junk food before smiling, his warning hiding behind the curves of his sickenly sweet smile.

“Heroes are overrated and considering the things I do, I'm far from a hero But I know where to draw the line and that—” he points his thumb towards Taehyung without sparing him a glance at him, who looked at them with boredom. “Goes above the red line of mine for the amount of shits I tolerate around me” Bullshit. 

He was full of bullshit. Jungkook didn't gave two fucks of anything that happened around him, never bothered if someone as much as was dying in front of him. Making random enemies for getting a stupid thank you didn't enter in his to do list.

Don't make enemies, Don't make friends. Just acquaintances and alleys. Keep your head down and mind your own damn business, that's what he has learned and that's what he always follows until unless they benefit him in future and for all he knew, he wouldn't even get a thank you for doing this. 

If it was anyone else, Jungkook wouldn't even bother showing up, he'll go back to the bar, leave for his home and get in his bed and sleep without losing a wink of it. But that was if it was anyone else other than Taehyung and every inch of his body would riot if he turned his back on him. Don't bother asking why, you wouldn't get an answer cause simply, he doesn't have one. 

“Leave Carly, that's better for all the parties in here” Jungkook speaks casually, dismissing the Mexican like a paper he just ripped out of the book, giving his attention back to the cigar in his hand. 

A part of Taehyung expected Carlos to act like the dickhead dumbfuck he is, which in translation meant use his fist and take up the bait like he'll do any other time but the result took him by surprise. All Carlos did was let out a snarl, grumbling about something in Mexican under his breath as he turned to leave along with his minions. 

Once Carlos and His two minions left, Taehyung and Jungkook stood there for a good minute just staring at each other. Well, it was Taehyung doing all the staring and Jungkook was just glancing at him occasionally when he looked up to blow off the smoke. 

After a good time, Taehyung walked towards him, leaning next to him against the wall. He stared ahead just like Jungkook. He turned his head towards Jungkook, tilting his head slightly like trying to understand why he is giving him his attention. Too bad, Jungkook had none to begin with. 

At last, with a sigh Jungkook turned to meet his gaze, letting him savour every inch of his face just like he did a few minutes ago in the club. He could visibly see his breath hitch at the inhumane eyes of Jungkook. It was something Jungkook was never fond of, it made him memorable and nothing came good by being memorable. 

While being memorable for sometimes was good but most of the time it was a curse considering the line of work he was in, however for the current situation Jungkook is grateful for his eyes, he wanted himself imprinted in Taehyung’s brain for an eternity, to the point that even while kissing someone it should be Jungkook he was thinking about. His wish even took him by surprise but he didn't bother showing it just casually smoking in front of his face. 

“If you are expecting a thank you… Keep waiting” Taehyung; the name he has come to know thanks to Carlos speaks, flickering his own eyes from Jungkook’s to the cigar in his hand. 

“Never expected one” 

“Good” Taehyung turned back to stare in front of him, not sure what to say next or heck, why was he still standing here. He could simply leave but it's like his own body is refusing to accept his commands. 

After possibly a few seconds, Taehyung found a burning cigar being offered his way. He glanced at the male next to him in questioning 

“Want a shot?” Taehyung shrugged wordlessly, reaching out to take the offer. Jungkook ignored the electricity that ran in his body when their fingers brushed neither did he entertain the darkness his pupils gained when they took in the way Taehyung wrapped his plump lips around the same things his own lips were around not too long ago. 

“Never smoke huh?” Jungkook chuckled slightly as Taehyung fell into a fit of cough the moment he introduced his lungs to the heavy amount of nicotine. 

“Never smoke a cigar, You mean.” Taehyung pointed out casually, turning his head back to the dirty wall on the other side of the alley. 

“Then smoke a cigarette I suppose?” 

Taehyung let the question hang between them, not bothering neither interested to reply. Internally, grateful for the thick stick in between his fingers since they helped him calm his nerves. Taehyung returned the cigar back to his owner When it seemed like he had his control back on his body. Ready to leave and never look back or meet the stranger again. 

Taehyung pulled himself off the wall, dusting off the little dust that clinged to his pants, smoothing off the sandy colour imprinted on his pitch black tight pants. 

“Move, I need to go back” Taehyung says nonchalantly, Jungkook moved away raising hand and tipping his head downward in the dramatic ‘After you’ gesture once he opened the door for him. 

Tae rolled his eyes but entered to go back in the club. Once Taehyung entered the other side he let out words in A professional manner like talking to someone about business, his voice laced in a strained tone like he didn't want to but he couldn't help it. 

“I appreciate your help” 

Jungkook didn't let himself enjoy the warmth of it since it was clear Taehyung was pausing for the dramatic effects. 

“However, Do not interfere in my matters every again, I promise you I would do more harm then good to you” Translation; Mind your own damn business and don't fuck with me. 

“Can I know Your name as a reward for my help?” Jungkook spoke casually, completely dismissing what Taehyung said and acting like he didn't already know his name. 

The grin Taehyung gave him was feral, the kind of which screamed danger and crazy. For any other sane person, it would prick at their skin and make them reconsider their life choices but for Jungkook? He felt nothing but more intrigued by him. 

“If you kept your senses wide open, Jeon. you might have already known my name. Good night” And then he was gone, Just like that. Easily blended between the mass of sweaty bodies like he never existed to begin with. 

As If Everything that just happened was nothing but a fragment of his imagination. A lucid dream he'll possibly forget by next morning. While Jungkook hoped he never forgets the said dream, Taehyung hoped the second he hits his bed he'll forget everything that happened with this unknown sexy Jeon guy. 

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Jeon! Jeon! Jeon! 

The man has fucking fucked with Taehyung’s head and it's quite funny because Jungkook didn't even do much. He hasn't seen him for like 5 days. Exactly 4 days 12 hours 42 minutes but who's counting? Certainly not Taehyung. 

He didn't try to look for him, truthfully it would bruise his ego if he did so. Taehyung didn't ran after someone, certainly not for a dark haired male with eyes of a fucking unicorn. 

But that doesn't mean he hasn't thought of him, he has, more than he would like to admit. Even to himself. Taehyung has been acting as if someone pissed on his last bowl of cereal this whole time. Snapping for the smallest things, he has a sour mood. Why? He doesn't know. 

Even Maria and Yoongi have noticed his change of demeanour. And hence, they are hovering over him like some kind of anime parents figure. 

“Ok, What is wrong with you?!” Maria lets out strictly, pulling up the covers from Taehyung, Yoongi leaning against the door frame, staring at Taehyung with a look that says he's not here to play. 

“Nothing” Tae grumbles while pulling the duvets. 

“It Doesn't seem like nothing to me, What’s up?” Yoongi asks, Walking to sit at the edge of the bed. 

“Don’t lie to hyung, Bun” Taehyung sighs, sitting up. He ruffles his hair as Maria gives a victory grin. Sassily flipping her braided hair. 

“I’m just annoyed” 

“About what?” Maria questions, sitting next to Yoongi, leaning against the older as they stare at Taehyung

“I have no idea! I just am” 

“Are you on your periods?” She snickered, getting a hit from Yoongi on her head. She turns to whine while Yoongi, in return, gives a blank face, blinking at the woman. 

“You know, that’s very sexist of you to say” 

“That’s debatable” She shrugs with an obvious grin before moving her gaze back to Taehyung. 

“So, Are you?”

“Maria!” 

“Geez fine sorry. What is wrong Tae, Tell us” 

“I told you, I'm just annoyed for no reason. I’ll be fine after the race, promise” Yoongi and Maria still looked sceptical, not sure of what to reply and it made sense Taehyung didn't act like this. Even after the worst situations, He’ll still look fine like a wine but right now he looks like a depressed college teen who had to stay up for 4 days in order to get their assignments done. 

Yoongi hasn't seen him like that, not after the starting 2 year when he took him in. He has seen Taehyung build himself up from over the last one decade. Build into the man he is today. 

Taehyung watches as they share a glance and at last nod with a sigh. Standing up from their position. 

“Ok, if you say so” 

“But if you want to ask us something, you know we will listen. You can come to us for any advice” Tae passes a grateful smile, nodding at them. 

He falls back on bed once they leave, it's no big deal he'll be all fine after the race which takes place the day after tomorrow.

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I highly doubt if you'll be anything but fine Taehyung 👀🐧🤍

The next chapter might contain an awesome racing scene *bites lips* I loved writing that hehe. Always makes me feel an adrenaline rush 🤭🤭

See you on next chapter, I love you mwah! bye bye 🤍