part 3

A Heart That Remembers

The room was silent, yet the air crackled with unspoken tension. Taehyung was still trapped in Jungkook’s grip, their faces inches apart. He wanted to push Jungkook away, wanted to deny the strange pull he felt—but he couldn’t.

His body betrayed him.

His heart raced, his skin tingled where Jungkook’s fingers touched.

“I—” Taehyung swallowed hard, breaking eye contact. “I need to rest.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, but he let go. “Fine.”

As Taehyung turned away, Jungkook whispered, “But you won’t escape me, Taehyung. You never could.”

His words sent shivers down Taehyung’s spine.

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Taehyung lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He was confused, frustrated.

Why did Jungkook’s touch feel so familiar?

Why did his body react like it had been here before, held by the same arms, whispered to by the same lips?

He ran a hand through his hair, groaning. “This is driving me crazy.”

A sudden knock on the door made him jump.

“Hyung?” It was Jimin’s voice.

Taehyung quickly sat up. “Come in.”

Jimin entered, shutting the door behind him. He had a small, knowing smile on his lips. “You look like someone who just got kissed senseless.”

Taehyung threw a pillow at him. “Shut up.”

Jimin laughed before sitting beside him. “So… how do you feel?”

Taehyung sighed. “Conflicted. I don’t remember him the way he wants me to. But my body…” He hesitated. “It feels like it does.”

Jimin nodded. “That’s because love isn’t just about memories, Tae. It’s about feeling.”

Taehyung looked down at his hands. “I don’t know if I can trust what I feel.”

Jimin patted his back. “Then test it.”

Taehyung frowned. “What do you mean?”

Jimin smirked. “Make Jungkook jealous.”

Taehyung blinked. “What?!”

Jimin shrugged. “It’s simple. If he’s truly still in love with you, his jealousy will show his possessiveness. And if you feel something when he gets jealous… well, maybe that’s your answer.”

Taehyung bit his lip. “That’s risky.”

Jimin grinned. “Risky, but effective.”

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The next morning, Taehyung stepped into the dining room where the rest of the BTS members were having breakfast.

Jungkook was already seated at the head of the table, dressed in his usual sharp black suit. His cold, CEO persona was back in place.

Taehyung hesitated for a second before walking over to Jimin and sitting right next to him, closer than usual.

Jimin, catching on, casually placed an arm around Taehyung’s chair. “Did you sleep well, babe?” he teased.

Taehyung blushed but nodded, playing along. “Yeah, surprisingly.”

The sound of a fork clattering against a plate made them look up.

Jungkook’s jaw was tight, his fingers gripping the knife so hard his knuckles turned white. His dark eyes were locked onto Jimin’s arm around Taehyung.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “Jungkook, you okay?”

Jungkook ignored him, standing up abruptly. He walked toward Taehyung and grabbed his wrist, yanking him up from the chair.

“Hey—” Taehyung protested, but Jungkook didn’t care.

“I need to talk to you. Now.”

Before anyone could react, Jungkook dragged Taehyung out of the dining hall and into his private study, slamming the door shut behind them.

“What the hell was that?” Jungkook’s voice was dangerously low.

Taehyung crossed his arms. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play games with me, Taehyung,” Jungkook growled, stepping closer, his eyes burning with anger. “You were flirting with Jimin.”

Taehyung smirked, trying to ignore how his pulse quickened at Jungkook’s intense gaze. “So what if I was?”

Jungkook’s hands clenched into fists. “You’re mine.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

Jungkook exhaled sharply, stepping even closer until Taehyung’s back hit the wall. “Then let me remind you.”

Before Taehyung could react, Jungkook’s lips crashed onto his.

It wasn’t gentle. It was possessive, demanding—filled with frustration, longing, and something Taehyung couldn’t name.

Taehyung gasped against his lips, his body betraying him once again as he melted into Jungkook’s embrace.

Jungkook’s hands gripped his waist tightly, pulling him even closer, as if trying to fuse them together. His lips moved against Taehyung’s with desperate hunger, as if proving a point.

And maybe he was.

When Jungkook finally pulled away, Taehyung was breathless, his heart pounding.

Jungkook smirked, his thumb brushing over Taehyung’s swollen lips. “Still think you don’t remember me?”

Taehyung couldn’t speak. He was too overwhelmed.

Jungkook leaned in again, whispering against his ear, “I told you, Taehyung. You can try to forget, but your body won’t.”

Taehyung swallowed hard, his mind spinning.

Maybe Jungkook was right.

Maybe some things could never truly be forgotten

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