#taekookau when taehyung gets asked who he would date out of all of...

#taekookau when taehyung gets asked who he would date out of all of the bts members, his answer is not jungkook.

and jungkook makes it his personal goal to change that.

he insists it’s because he’s competitive—but could there be underlying feelings he’s hiding?

- canon divergence
- fake dating kinda ?
- friendly jinkook competition and taehyung is just stuck in the middle
- angst with a happy ending
- also homophobia doesn’t exist in this world because i said so

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5. sometime between this tweet and the last one they went back to korea

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“tada!” jungkook announces, proudly showing taehyung the food he made. “braised chicken, your favourite. what do you think? am i an awesome boyfriend or what?”

“sure,” taehyung says, chuckling. “thank you for the food.” he chooses a piece of chicken, picking it up with chopsticks and taking a big bite. “it’s good.”

“really?” jungkook’s eyes light up.

jin, whose been listening in on their conversation the whole time, chimes in by saying, “you’re not gonna win taehyung over with your cooking skills, dude.”

he takes a bite from taehyung’s chicken. jin nods, chewing slowly.

“it’s pretty good. but still not as good as the braised chicken i make.”

jungkook tries a piece himself and groans. “fuck. you’re right.”

“your cooking is hard to top,” taehyung admits. “you should make us some spicy chicken feet. i’ve been craving it recently.”

“don’t worry,” jin says, winking. “since you chose me to be your boyfriend, i’ll make you whatever you want.”

taehyung laughs, blowing him an air kiss. “i like the sound of that.”

“wait!” jungkook interrupts, holding out his hands.

“no, guys. there are more important things in a relationship than food. maybe i’m not the best chef, but i’d still be the better boyfriend.”

“we’re waiting for you to prove it,” jin says.

“i will!” jungkook says. “wait, i have an idea.”

he addresses taehyung: “honey, wait here. i’ll be right back.” he leaves the kitchen, rushing back to his bedroom.

“he’s so strange,” jin says.

“i know,” taehyung agrees.

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9. timeskip—a couple days later

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12. another couple of days later—jk calls tae

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16. next few tweets happen over the course of ~two months (in their free time when they’re not busy with idol stuff)

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19. couple days later—tae texts jimin

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25. this happens over the course of a couple weeks

26. jk texts jimin and jimin texts tae

27. concert

28. “did i do something wrong, tae?” jungkook asks as soon as taehyung locks the door behind them. “why are you mad at me? tell me, please. i want to know.”

clothes are strewn around the floor but neither pay any mind to the mess.

taehyung shakes his head. “i’m not mad.”

“but something’s definitely wrong,” jungkook insists. “you’ve been avoiding me.”

“i havent.”

“you have. don’t deny it.” when taehyung doesn’t respond, jungkook continues, “please, i want to make this right. we’ve been distant lately and i hate it.”

he gently takes taehyung’s hand. “i miss hanging out with you. i miss /you/.”

taehyung wrestles his hand out of jungkook’s grasp. he’s not in the mood for jungkook to be lovey dovey, especially when he knows that it’s all an act.

“please,” jungkook begs.

“you really want to know?” taehyung asks. he feels his pent up anger bubble inside of him. jungkook nods, his eyes wide in anticipation.

annoyance courses through taehyung. how can jungkook look like that—

—so innocent, so pretty, when he’s been doing nothing but toy with taehyung’s feelings?

“it’s just-“ taehyung sighs in frustration. he can’t believe he’s about to say this. after bottling up all his feelings, he’s finally reached his limit.

“it’s just—you’re an asshole, jeon jungkook. a huge asshole.”

“i-“ jungkook starts, but taehyung cuts him off, not letting him speak.

“it’s all a fun little competition for you, isn’t it? leading me on like this?—

—pretending like we’re something /real/ when all of this is just to prove a point?”

taehyung’s eyes water. he tries his hardest to not let the tears fall—that would ruin his makeup.

“i hate it,” he continues, “knowing that the way you treat me—calling me baby, taking me on dates—is just an act. and i hate that i lean into it. i hate how i crave your affection. and i hate that im telling you all this because—

—this means that nothing will be the same between us ever again.”

taehyung inhales sharply. the tears threaten to make an appearance again—and it’s getting harder to keep it in—but he swallows hard, forcing the pain down.

“i admit it, okay? if i were to date any member of bts, it would be /you/.” he shakes his head. “i hope winning the bet with jin was worth it.”

jungkook gazes at him softly, his eyes red. “you thought that all of this was for the bet?”

he blinks and a single tear slides down his cheek. he makes no effort to wipe it. “tae, i-“

they’re interrupted by the sound of knocking. “taehyung, jungkook?” taehyung recognizes the familiar sound of jimin’s voice.

“we’re in here,” taehyung replies.

“we’re on stage in fifteen minutes—you guys have to come out now,” jimin says.

what a terrible end to their conversation. taehyung glances at jungkook resentfully. he wonders what the younger wanted to say before he got cut off.

jimin can tell that they were arguing. he’s known them for over a decade. he can tell that they were both on the verge of tears.

but he doesn’t mention it—he pretends like nothing is wrong because that’s what’s best for their current situation.

they have thousands of fans waiting for them right now, and the show must go on.

taehyung is fully aware of this. he knows that, tonight, while they’re on stage, he has to show that him and jungkook are as close as they always are, and that they have to interact like normal.

so he buries his feelings, his heartache, his love and hatred for his teammate, and he gets lost in the performance.

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as soon as the rest of the members arrive back at their home, jungkook heads straight for taehyung’s room.

the others glance at him worriedly. they knew something was up the second taehyung told them he was heading back early, but said nothing.

wanting to give jungkook and taehyung privacy, they all say goodnight and head back to their own rooms.

meanwhile, jungkook knocks on taehyung’s door. “tae, it’s jungkook. can we talk?” taehyung doesn’t respond, so he tries again.

“please, i want to apologize. could you open the door?”

again, no sound comes from the room. jungkook presses his ear against the door, trying to listen for any movement. completely silent.

slowly, he twists the doorknob. it’s not locked.

when he enters taehyung’s room, he’s surprised to find it empty, looking exactly like how he had left it before the concert.

it’s almost two in the morning. where did he go?

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it’s a quick five minute drive from their dorm, but jungkook can’t help but worry every second along the way. he knows that taehyung didn’t take a car—he must’ve walked.

it’s a half hour to the bridge by foot, but in the cold january weather, jungkook is sure that taehyung must be freezing.

due to the lack of traffic, he arrives quicker than he thought he would. he sees taehyung’s figure leaning against the railing, looking out into han river.

jungkook turns on his hazard lights and parks on the side of the road. there’s no cars anyway, and he’d rather not waste his time trying to find a parking spot when he has a bigger problem to face.

taehyung doesn’t turn to look at jungkook when he walks up to him.

he knows that it’s jungkook already—he would recognize the sound of his footsteps anywhere.

“hyung,” jungkook says gently. taehyung still doesn’t look at him, continuing to gaze into the dark waters of the river. jungkook can tell that he was crying from the redness of his eyes.

jungkook takes out the scarf he shoved in his pocket and wraps it around taehyung. taehyung allows it, staying still. the warmth slowly returns to his face and ears.

he didn’t realize how cold he was until jungkook came, his mere presence warming up the older like a cozy fire.

“i stopped caring about the bet a long time ago,” jungkook says after a minute. “in the beginning, yes, it was a friendly competition between me and jin—but i forgot about it after awhile. i dont know when, but i started enjoying playing the role of your boyfriend.”

taehyung’s exhales are released in white clouds, like puffs of smoke. “then why didn’t you ask me out for real?”

“i wanted to. i wanted to so badly. i was scared—we’ve known each other for over a decade, hyung. and we’re not just friends but also work colleagues,” jungkook says.

“i was scared that you’d reject me and i would have to live knowing that you would never love me like how i love you. i was scared of what would happen to us and the rest of the members if that was the case. it was easier to fall back on that stupid bet—

—which never even mattered in the first place.”

for the first time tonight, taehyung turns to face jungkook. their eyes meet.

jungkook swallows hard. “i’m really, really sorry,” he says. “and i love you. to be honest, it’s a little strange falling for your best friend.“

“to be honest, i feel like i know you better than i know myself.” he lets the tears drip down his cheeks freely.

“i love everything about you. and i could spend every second of my lifetime loving you and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

jungkook inhales, his breath shaky as the tears begin to come faster. “i want to be yours, tae—for real this time. i promise i’ll treat you well.”

he can’t help but cry more. taehyung envelops the younger in a hug.

jungkook rest his head on taehyung’s shoulder as he cries into the fabric of his jacket.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t be crying,” jungkook sniffles.

“it’s okay.” taehyung pats jungkook’s back soothingly.

“im really sorry,” jungkook mumbles.

“i know,” taehyung says. “i forgive you. and i love you too.”

they stand there with their arms around each other for a couple minutes as jungkook regains his composure.

“ah, i’m a mess,” jungkook says once they’ve parted.

his eyes are puffy and his cheeks and nose are red from the cold, but taehyung thinks he looks as pretty as always.

“you kind of are,” taehyung teases, lightly pinching jungkook’s cheeks. “my boyfriend is so cute.”

jungkook’s smile widens after he hears taehyung call him his boyfriend. it’s like music to his ears. he’s not sure how to respond to that, suddenly overcome with a shyness that he’s never felt around taehyung before.

“you know what good boyfriends should be able to well?” taehyung says.

“what?”

“they should be good at kissing.”

jungkook grins. “i’m a /great/ kisser,” he says cockily, forgetting about how he was just crying a couple minutes ago. “i’ll prove it if you don’t believe me.”

if there’s one thing about jungkook that he can’t deny, it’s that a challenge will always get him going. he’s competitive like that.

“feel free to do so.”

without hesitating, jungkook captures taehyung’s lips in a kiss.

his hand goes up to cup taehyung’s jaw. taehyung tilts his head to deepen the kiss.

jungkook has seen taehyung’s lips talk, smile, laugh, frown, and pout more times than he can count, and yet he could have never imagined how soft those same lips would feel on his own.

he’s not sure when he started loving taehyung as more than a friend. the transition seemed so natural—it’s almost as if jungkook was always meant to fall for him.

throughout his career, he’s dated and kissed many idols. but none of them have ever made him feel like /this/.

like he was floating on clouds, and the ground was miles beneath him, and nothing else mattered except the person whose lips are on his right now.

his best friend, his teammate, his crush, his whole world.

much to jungkook’s dismay, taehyung breaks the kiss. he pouts.

“i think you’ve proven your point,” taehyung says, laughing. “i’m cold. let’s go home.”

“okay,” jungkook agrees. he’s completely forgotten how cold it is outside. “let’s go.”

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40. the next morning

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45. timeskip—years later

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“out of all the bts members, who would you date?” jungkook says.

it’s been years since the interview where taehyung was asked that question—he had completely forgotten about it.

“umm,” taehyung hums, pretending to think about it for a moment. to play it up, he scrunches his eyebrows, as if deep in thought.

“tell me, tell me!”

taehyung grins playfully. “i would date jin-hyung,” he teases.

“say that again. i dare you.” jungkook says, tackling taehyung onto their bed and smothering him with kisses. “i dare you.”

“that tickles,” taehyung whines, laughing as jungkook continues to kiss his face, nose, lips, and neck.

“tell me the truth, then, and i’ll stop!”

“okay, okay, okay! it’s you, i would date you out of all the members.” taehyung wraps his arms around jungkook, pulling him close.

he puts his head on taehyung’s chest, inhaling the deep, comforting scent of his boyfriend. taehyung runs his fingers through jungkook’s soft hair.

“good,” jungkook mumbles into the fabric of taehyung’s shirt. “cause you’re stuck with me. i don’t plan on letting you go—ever.”

“i know, love.”

the end :)

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