venor (10) | kth + jjk
The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.
○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook
○ Rating: Explicit/18+
○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut
○ Word Count: 4,022
○ Warnings: Minor violence, lots of kissing and hickey-giving
○ Notes: Today's chapter is a bit shorter because I decided to split the chapter in two. The good news is that after this chapter, there's no more angst for our babies 🥹
○ Post Date: March 17, 2024
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Jungkook remembers with clarity the first time he attended a kickboxing class. As part of a new athletic curriculum at the university’s gym, Jungkook signed up for kickboxing classes to strengthen his body, not for sparring or self-defense. When Jungkook learned that prey hybrids, especially rabbit hybrids, were seen as timid and weak in society, he was determined to be different. The desire wasn’t to prove everyone wrong; Jungkook has never looked to other people for acceptance. Jungkook wanted to show his narrow-minded parents and the world that forcing people into boxes isn’t so easy.
People don’t belong in boxes. Not Jungkook, or Taehyung, or even Byungchul. Unfortunately, not everyone wants to believe that truth.
“Shit, bun, are you okay?” Taehyung reaches for Jungkook, but Jungkook doesn’t move.
It takes Jungkook a few seconds to reorient himself after Jackson knocks him over. The fall was more disarming than it was painful. Either from shock or being braver than he thinks he is, Jungkook doesn’t tremble in fear as he gazes up at the horrible scene playing out before him.
Jackson recovers much faster. Blood trickles from a split in his bottom lip and his blazing orange tail is bristled from the sudden assault, putting his instincts into overdrive. From what Jungkook has learned about Jackson, he’s more level-headed than Taehyung’s other friends, making it all the more shocking when he lunges for Byungchul.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jackson hollers and lets out a loud yelp when Taehyung grabs him by the waist to stop him from attacking Byungchul.
“Jackson–”
“Let me go! Fucking let me go, hyung!”
In Jungkook’s peripheral vision, he sees Suyun push through the crowd that has formed a wide circle around the friends. No one bothers helping Taehyung calm Jackson and Byungchul down, the latter shouting curses and turning even redder in the face.
Jungkook wonders if fights like this are normal and if that’s why the other predators merely look on with curiosity rather than concern. Meanwhile, his heart is pounding so quickly that it hurts like it’s growing in size with each beat and taking up so much room in his chest that his lungs can’t expand.
“Jackson,” Suyun calls out with outstretched arms, attempting to beckon him away from Taehyung and Byungchul.
When Jackson doesn’t even look at Suyun, she steps closer. She’s on wobbly legs, and her eyes are brimmed red from drinking or crying or both. She isn’t a threat, but Taehyung growls at her like she is.
Jungkook draws in an audible gasp when Taehyung bares his teeth at Suyun with his pupils dark and dilated and his ears lying flat in his curls. He looks wild, even feral. Jungkook is reminded of the danger he felt crawling up his spine when he first met Taehyung. Tall and broad, Taehyung wears intimidation with ease.
Immediately cowering, Suyun retracts her steps until she bumps into Hoseok, who has snuck up behind her. He places a calm hand on her shoulder and whispers something to her that Jungkook can’t hear. With Taehyung’s display of dominance, the crowd starts to buzz to life, passing whispers and shouts between each other until the entire room erupts in noise that drowns out Jungkook’s ability to think straight.
Everyone is distracted.
Everyone is distracted, and they don’t notice the fear that radiates from Byungchul, turning his scent so bitter that Jungkook practically tastes it on the back of his tongue. Despite being sensitive to smells, Jungkook has always had difficulty picking out the pheromones of other hybrid species. With Byungchul, though, his reaction to Taehyung is so strong that even Jungkook senses it, making his entire body shudder with how horrible it is as it washes over him. He thinks Byungchul will back down, hoping with his entire soul that whatever pissed Byungchul off will fall away, so Byungchul can calm down enough for Hoseok to help him.
Instead, Byungchul’s fear fuels him. Jungkook practically sees it ripple through him, puffing out his chest and giving him the renewed energy to wind up his arm with a fist toward Taehyung, who is still struggling to calm Jackson down.
Taehyung, Jungkook’s sweet Taehyung, who is nothing like the pained, panicked animal Jungkook sees him as right now.
Rabbit hybrids are known for moving quickly. In high school, Jungkook was on the track and field team, humbly becoming one of the star students despite his quiet personality. It was all for fun then, nothing serious, but now Jungkook uses his natural skill to his advantage when he springs up from the floor and punches someone for the first time in his twenty-one years.
It hurts worse than the punching bag Jungkook was accustomed to using during his kickboxing classes, his knuckles meeting the bony edge of Byungchul’s jaw. He thinks he hears a crack, isn’t sure if it is his hand or Byungchul’s face, and watches Byungchul’s large frame stumble back and crumble to the floor.
“Jungkook!”
Multiple people shout his name, but Jungkook stares blankly at Byungchul groaning on the floor, his bottom lip split down the middle like Jackson’s.
“I… I didn’t mean to,” Jungkook says with an airy, faraway voice. His hands won’t stop shaking, even when Taehyung grabs them to inspect his reddened knuckles. “I didn’t. I didn’t mean to. I just, I, he was going to…”
Jungkook punched someone. He made Byungchul bleed.
Despite that, Byungchul ignores Jungkook when he stares up at Taehyung and Jackson from his position on the floor, with his hand cradling one side of his face.
“If you keep letting them around, what happens to us?” he spits, and his saliva is speckled with blood that lands on his white t-shirt. “There won’t be anywhere for us! ”
Byungchul’s bitter fear mingles with the acidic bile rising in Jungkook’s throat. He closes his eyes as Taehyung runs his fingers through his sweaty hair and whispers that everything will be okay.
Will it? Can it?
“Come on, we need to get him outside. I think he’s having a panic attack.”
Jungkook thinks he hears Taehyung, maybe Hoseok. He can’t breathe without being hit with Byungchul’s bitter pheromones, can’t listen to anything but Byungchul’s heavy breathing and the frantic buzz of the crowd, can’t open his eyes without seeing a few of Byungchul’s friends helping him off the floor and wiping at his face.
“He’s afraid,” Jungkook whispers as he feels someone hook their arm around the back of his thighs and use the other to cradle his back when they lift him up bridal style.
“Who?” Taehyung asks through gritted teeth as he carries Jungkook through the house.
“Byungchul.”
Taehyung snorts.
“Good. He fucking should be.”
Jungkook is serious, though. His soul aches even as Taehyung’s scent calms him, forcing his heart to slow and his breathing to regulate. He wonders if Taehyung does this intentionally, emitting relaxing pheromones, or if he’s just like this.
Before, Jungkook was afraid of Byungchul. Byungchul seemed intimidating, intentionally hateful, and downright discriminatory.
But now? As one of Taehyung’s friends helps him lower Jungkook into the passenger seat of Taehyung’s car, Jungkook realizes he isn’t afraid of Byungchul anymore. He isn’t even angry at Byungchul; he pities him.
Byungchul is just like Jungkook’s parents. The fear of the unknown is a valid fear. Not everyone handles fear like that well.
Jungkook doesn’t know how to say all of this to Taehyung. He wants to, but when he finally opens his eyes and watches Taehyung slide into the driver’s seat, Jungkook can tell that he still has that wild look. Though the rest of his body is calm, Taehyung’s eyes tell the story of what’s happening inside him. Jungkook has learned to read Taehyung through his eyes when he can’t understand anything else.
Taehyung must sense Jungkook looking at him. At the next stoplight, he reaches over to squeeze Jungkook’s thigh.
“I’m sorry.” Taehyung’s voice is tight and rough like it’s being forced out from deep within his chest.
There’s no reason for him to apologize; none of this is his fault. Jungkook doesn’t try arguing with him, though. Instead, he hums softly and misses Taehyung’s touch when he pulls away.
It feels strange to let Taehyung take care of him like this. He even brings Jungkook to his dorm without asking because he knows Jungkook won’t want to be alone, and he’s not in the proper state to be around Yoongi right now.
They’re quiet as they slip into Taehyung’s dorm, careful not to bring attention to themselves since Jungkook isn’t supposed to be there, and he’s already radiating nervous energy that could set someone off.
Hoseok is still at the party, dealing with Byungchul, so the apartment is dark and quiet when Taehyung holds the door open for Jungkook to step inside. The moment Taehyung closes the door behind them, he ushers Jungkook down the hall toward his bedroom.
“Clothes,” Taehyung commands, his voice still tight and his molars digging into each other to make his jaw muscles flex.
“What clothes?”
“Change,” Taehyung grunts with a nod toward his bedroom door.
Jungkook chews his bottom lip as he stares at Taehyung. His makeup is nearly smudged off, and his bunny ears and tail are gone, probably trampled somewhere on Jackson’s floor. Despite the messy appearance and crazy look, Taehyung is gorgeous, as always.
It saddens Jungkook to see Taehyung reduced to this grunting, scowling, animalistic self. Tonight was their first date, and it has ended in the worst way possible.
With a sigh, Jungkook gives Taehyung a small smile and turns toward Taehyung’s dresser, where he’ll find soft sweatpants and a t-shirt to change into. He should probably shower as well, but he’s unsure he has the energy to do so. All he wants to do is cuddle in bed with Taehyung, and he hopes that’s Taehyung’s intention for bringing Jungkook home. He’s so shaken up by everything that happened with Byungchul at the party that he isn’t even nervous about getting into such an intimate position with Taehyung.
Jungkook’s fingers just barely brush the drawer handle when Taehyung grabs his hips and pulls him backward. It hurts somewhat when he shoves Jungkook up against the wall, Jungkook’s shoulder blades making hard contact with the wall. However, the pain is temporary and quickly forgotten once Taehyung cages Jungkook in, his large body covering Jungkook’s more petite frame.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung calls out to him, his name hissed through clamped teeth.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, heart palpitating from the uncertainty surrounding why Taehyung is behaving this way.
“I didn’t protect you,” Taehyung growls into the crook of Jungkook’s neck. His hot breath sends tingling goosebumps down Jungkook’s arms.
“Yes, you did.”
“You got hurt, and now you’re sad.” He isn’t wrong, but Jungkook is too breathless to speak up.
Taehyung noses against the crook of Jungkook’s neck again, this time more aggressively. He whines when the collar of Jungkook’s shirt stops him from accessing more skin. Slipping his hands up the back of Jungkook’s shirt, Taehyung slowly pushes the striped fabric up as if he’s waiting for Jungkook to stop him.
With his heart beating erratically in his chest, palms hot and sweaty, and eyes squeezed shut, Jungkook gradually raises his arms so Taehyung can lift his shirt over his head.
There’s no time for Jungkook to be self-conscious about the way his body looks; Taehyung immediately latches himself onto him, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses across his shoulders and down his pecs. Jungkook throws his head back and barely feels it hit the wall behind him as Taehyung covers him with kisses and leaves goosebumps in their wake.
“You need to smell like me,” Taehyung growls against the sensitive skin of Jungkook’s sternum. The deepness of his voice makes Jungkook shiver, reminding him of how Taehyung sounded when he chased Jungkook through the apartment.
“O-okay,” Jungkook sighs.
He doesn’t know where to put his arms as Taehyung's soft lips and smooth palms travel lower on Jungkook’s body, caressing his sides and gliding across his ribs. Jungkook can hardly regulate his breathing. Looking down, he can see his stomach flutter with how desperately he tries to keep himself from squirming with each wet, hot kiss.
When Taehyung drops to his knees and begins tugging down Jungkook’s shorts, Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s hair and gently guides his head away from the hickey he’s sucking on Jungkook’s hip.
“Tae, what are you–”
“Thighs.”
There’s a flicker of light behind Taehyung’s dark eyes, but his pupils are still blown out, and he stares at Jungkook with a carnal look that makes Jungkook slick. It’s embarrassing how obvious his arousal is, now more than ever, because Taehyung is right there, and his loud inhale tells Jungkook that he has already noticed.
As invisible spots on a hybrid’s body where their scent is the strongest, scent glands are mostly a mystery to Jungkook. As far as he can remember, he was never taught much about them. He knows that the scents they emit are how hybrids can identify each other, especially when picking each other out in a crowd is necessary. He also knows that scenting is important for comforting babies and creating bonds, but, based on Jungkook's experience with Taehyung, scenting seems more important to predator hybrids than it is to prey hybrids — either that or Jungkook’s parents were weird and never cared for these types of things.
It could very well be that Jungkook’s parents were weird.
Tugging down Jungkook’s shorts and leaving him in only his underwear, Taehyung lets out a quiet hum as he leans forward to nuzzle the inside of Jungkook’s left leg. He presses a kiss against the side of Jungkook’s knee, then kisses upward until he reaches the soft skin of his inner thigh.
With each nuzzle and kiss from Taehyung, Jungkook feels himself fall deeper into the haze of comfort and lust Taehyung is creating for him. His gasped exhales come out shuddery and sound increasingly like moans the closer Taehyung’s mouth gets to Jungkook’s half-hard cock.
“Tae, Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers, tugging lightly at Taehyung’s hair again. “I think I smell like you now. It’s okay. I promise I’m okay.”
Is it true? Is Jungkook okay?
He looks down at Taehyung, who leans back on his knees and blinks a few times. He watches how Taehyung’s pupils return to a normal size and the amber glow of his eyes burns a bit brighter. He can tell that Taehyung is trying really hard for his sake.
Taehyung breathes heavily, chest heaving, not quite a pant but close to it, as he tries to calm himself down.
“I’m sorry, bun. I’m so sorry.”
Jungkook smiles softly and brings his fingertips to skate along Taehyung’s jaw. His lips are swollen and bright red from scenting so much of Jungkook’s body, and all Jungkook wants to do is kiss them even redder.
“You don’t have to apologize,” Jungkook insists. He coaxes Taehyung to stand up by lightly pressing his fingers beneath his chin.
Taehyung rises to his feet immediately, drunk off Jungkook’s scent and pliant under his fingertips. He wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist and pulls him close to capture Jungkook’s lonely lips with his own, as though he knows that’s the comfort Jungkook is missing.
Despite how turned on Jungkook is and the heat of Taehyung’s hard cock that Jungkook can feel press against him when he shifts in Taehyung’s embrace, the kiss is gentle and slow. Aside from a desire to reassure and ground Jungkook, there's nothing behind it.
And maybe Taehyung, too. He deserves just as much comfort.
“Can we sleep now?” Jungkook whispers against Taehyung’s lips. He has his eyes closed, relishing the feeling of Taehyung’s hand slipping into his hair to massage his scalp and occasionally explore the fuzzy fur of his bunny ears.
“Of course.”
They part reluctantly so Taehyung can grab fresh clothes for Jungkook to change into in the bathroom.
It feels like deja vu as Jungkook rolls up Taehyung’s too-big sweatpants so they fit better around his waist, except this time he has to wash his face of tiger makeup and already smells like he’s been drenched in Taehyung. His fingers skirt a dark, reddish-purple spot on his hip as he rolls the waistband. It hurts to press, but Jungkook does it anyway, finding the pain a reminder that this is all real. He had Taehyung on his knees, kissing him as if his life depended on it, just to make Jungkook feel calm, taken care of, and…
Well, and loved, Jungkook dares to think — but he doesn’t take it any further than that.
In the mirror, Jungkook watches himself pat his face dry and finds two additional reddish-purple spots, one on the side of his neck and one half-hidden by the collar of his t-shirt. These don’t hurt as much when he presses his fingers into them, but they’re bright and real. Jungkook has never received (nor given) a hickey before. Seeing them decorate his skin like handpainted flowers makes Jungkook feel giddy. He already knows he won’t cover them even though he has the makeup to do so.
Once he’s done with the bathroom, Jungkook trades places with Taehyung who has already changed into a pair of soft pajama pants but still needs to wash the residual makeup from his face. It should be simple, just two bodies crossing the same threshold, but Taehyung can’t keep his hands to himself.
“You can put your clothes on the dresser, and I’ll get you a bag in the morning,” Taehyung murmurs as he slides his hand behind Jungkook’s head to slip his fingers in his hair and tilt his face toward his.
The kiss is still soft, as if Taehyung is afraid of scaring Jungkook away. Jungkook is convinced there’s no way Taehyung could scare him away, but he appreciates the gentleness anyway.
It isn’t until Jungkook slips under the bed covers and waits for Taehyung to return from the bathroom that the nerves start to kick in. Jungkook feels like he sobered up rather quickly, and understandably so, but now he doesn’t have liquid courage to keep him from trembling when Taehyung eventually appears in the doorway to turn off the lights.
Taehyung closes his bedroom door, so Hoseok won’t disturb them when he eventually comes home, and Jungkook’s fate is sealed.
“Which side do you want?” Taehyung asks quietly when he kneels on the edge of the bed. Moonlight illuminates parts of his shadowy figure as he crawls toward Jungkook, tail playfully flicking against Jungkook’s body.
“Whichever side you don’t want.”
“Bun,” Taehyung scolds, but he slips under the covers next to Jungkook so Jungkook doesn’t have to move over.
When Jungkook reaches out to adjust the covers, his fingers brush against Taehyung’s bare chest.
“I normally sleep without a shirt, but I can wear one if you—”
“No.” Jungkook responds too quickly and too freely.
Taehyung chuckles in return, wrapping his arm around Jungkook’s waist and falling back onto his pillow to pull Jungkook against his chest.
“This okay?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook whispers into the dark.
Probably noticing how nervous and rigid Jungkook is, Taehyung grabs his thigh and hikes it up so Jungkook’s leg rests over Taehyung’s waist. Jungkook naturally shifts so he can cross his arm over Taehyung’s torso.
“Comfortable?” Taehyung asks and purrs with satisfaction when Jungkook nods his head.
Nerves give Jungkook loose lips, but he keeps his thoughts to himself this time when he remembers how he fantasized about lying his head on Taehyung’s chest to feel him purr. Jungkook can feel the sound rumble through Taehyung’s chest. It’s just as comforting as he imagined, and Jungkook knows that it won’t take long for him to fall asleep like this, with Taehyung purring and massaging his scalp and the two of them wrapped up in the smell of a sweet summer rain while autumn's fallen leaves skitter in the cold outside.
“I still can’t believe you punched Byungchul,” Taehyung whispers after a few minutes of silence.
“He was going to punch you.”
“I know.” Jungkook can’t see Taehyung’s face, but he can hear the smile in his tone. “My tiny bodyguard. You packed a solid punch, too. Better than I could’ve done.”
“Shut up! I told you I know how to kickbox.”
Taehyung’s laughter makes Jungkook’s head bounce against his chest, but he can’t even be bothered about it. It’s nice to feel Taehyung’s warmth, and once his laughter dies down, Jungkook can hear the steady beat of his heart.
“I’ll never doubt you again, bun.”
Jungkook closes his eyes as Taehyung brushes his bangs away from his face to give him a forehead kiss. Maybe their date became a shitshow, but Jungkook would do it all again if it meant he’d end up like this, cradled against Taehyung’s chest, more at home than he’s ever been.
In the morning, Jungkook wakes up in the same position he’d been when he fell asleep. He’s sweaty from Taehyung’s body heat, making the skin of his cheek uncomfortably unstick from Taehyung’s chest when he lifts his head.
Turning, he inspects Taehyung, who is still asleep despite the horrendously high-pitched blaring of his phone alarm.
“Tae,” Jungkook grumbles, shaking Taehyung’s shoulders. "Tae, you have to go to work.”
Taehyung lifts his hand to Jungkook’s face with his eyes still closed. Jungkook assumes that he feels around for a moment to orient himself. Once he’s figured out the map of Jungkook’s face, he presses his index finger against Jungkook’s lips and shushes him.
“Fuck capitalism, bun. It’s the source of all evil.”
“Oh my gosh, Taehyung, you’re so dramatic.”
Jungkook thinks the boxy grin his pestering triggers is almost worth being thrown onto his back so Taehyung can roll on top of him, crushing Jungkook with his heavy body.
“Mmm, I’m even more comfortable like this. I might need to go back to sleep,” Taehyung announces loudly. His body has Jungkook’s arms pinned to the bed, and no amount of wiggling and kicking can set Jungkook free.
Suddenly, banging on the bedroom door finally makes Taehyung sit up in bed. His curly hair sticks out like crazy, so high up that his ears aren’t visible.
“Taehyung-ah! Wake up and turn that alarm off! I didn’t get home until four in the morning because of you!” Hoseok shouts with another bang against the door when Taehyung laughs, muttering under his breath about getting a new roommate.
“He loves me,” Taehyung insists with a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead.
Jungkook thinks there’s at least one other person in the apartment who also loves Taehyung, but that’s something to consider when he’s in his own bedroom and has at least two cups of coffee in him.
“You can hang out here if you want. I’m sorry I have to dip,” Taehyung apologizes as he rifles through his closet. “But Hobi hyung can make you breakfast. He never does for me, but he will for you. Here, you can keep this.”
“Thank you,” Jungkook says softly as Taehyung carefully packs his clothes in a small duffle bag.
“And you can keep the clothes you’re wearing,” Taehyung gives Jungkook a once-over with his bottom lip bitten between his teeth. “I like you in them.”
Flushing bright pink, Jungkook sinks further into the blankets while he watches Taehyung fumble through his dorm to get ready for work. He doesn’t have anywhere to be, and there’s a dangerous temptation running through him to see what would happen if he never left Taehyung’s bed.
“What are you going to do after work?” Jungkook asks without expectations, even though he knows what he wants the answer to be.
“Thought maybe we could go on a second date. Y’know, without all the punching and blood. Maybe something a little more PG.”
Jungkook hides half his face behind Taehyung’s pillow when he asks, “Only PG?”
He should have expected Taehyung to pounce on him for that one. It doesn’t matter much; Jungkook has found that he enjoys being smothered in kisses if they’re coming from Taehyung.
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I was already on my way out of Taekook fandom but
having recently uncovered by chance @esthariv’s posts and theories, I find myself coming back to all this again. And writing about this is better than just scrolling so here I come (again).
I was thinking it would be helpful (for me) to discern the supposedly “romantic or even sexual nature” of some of the older Jikook clips I stumbled upon when I first entered this ship fandom. Btw I blame Jungkook’s Weverse lives from last year for landing into Jikook. Total promotion effort, in hindsight, yes?
Anyway, after watching the actual context of several Jikook’s scenes, especially those deemed as “romantic” and “steamy”, I generally found those scenes are more like Jungkook teasing Jimin in a friendly way, but not romantic. However –I won’t lie--, doubts remained on other situations . Here's one instance of a highly suspicious scene -- Jimin sneakily caressing Jungkook’s crotch in this interview by Liam MacEwan from early June, 2017.
While doing some research, I found that before the interview took place, there was a rather typical jealousy scene involving Taehyung -–even if this scene lasted about a few secs. you can see how Jungkook’s smile slowly faded way. At 1;26 Tae touched Liam’s hair and complimented him, several times – and as fans know Jungkook used to get jealous at the drop of a hat.
But to be perfectly honest, in the proper Liam McEwan interview, the Jikook scene was a bit harder to judge, in relation to the previous hair moment. Besides, the interview is edited, full of cuts and change of shots, and the camera zooms in and out several times.
The Jimin “steamy” part begins at 3:50. He folds his arms at his back and you see the change in his expression – it becomes I don’t know how to put this, super serious, like frozen. Here at 4,01 Jk’s tongue thing (which as we know it’s a hint of being stressed or anxious).
I’d say that Jimin did what he did on the spur of the moment, because it dawned on him, that he could do this without getting noticed. He only had to lower his hands a bit more –and just look at their expressions, full of tension. Jungkook face became smug.
Then Jimin swallows, and the camera shows the rest of members, and lingers a moment on Taehyung.
I think Taes watching them here, but impossible to know for sure.
But --but I’m sure he’s been checking on them for the whole interview. Here comes the difficult thing. I re-watched the previous minutes; it seems to me Tae tried visual contact, but Jungkook ignored him several times.
-At 1,20 Tae seems thoughtful, maybe feeling regrets. Jungkook is meanwhile, hovering behind Jimin, not touching
-- At 2.02 Tae is looking at Jungkook, very intently, Jungkook makes a blocking gesture with his hand over his face, averts eyes. I think Tae understand this rejection as he pressed his lips, disappointed. They made visual contact at 2,15 (Namjoon is addressing Jungkook) and again Jungkook avert his eyes. At 2,20 Jungkook looks at Tae again, as the interviewer addresses Tae. Then Jungkook makes an interesting gesture and twists his mouth while nodding. Tae smiles --whatever
--After more cuts, at 3 min Taekook look serious again, Jungkook is tight-lipped and Tae is shown with his arms crossed and he sighs –he tries to protect himself, clearly not happy, they don’t look at each other and you can sense Jungkook’s tension. I think Tae being the only one clapping at sth hints at him being a bit anxious too and not really knowing what to do and then he lowers his eyes –another sign that he feels like he’s being scolded or having guilty feelings.
-- Then after this there came the steamy scene, Jungkook’s expression turning super smug, and he even looked at the camera as it challenging it.
The above description was a bit rushed and may serve more as to convey a general feeling on the scene. It could be wrong etc.
Now, for interpretations.
You could say this means Jikook have something more going on, or it’s just a random thing, totally inconsequential action which Jimin just did because maybe he wanted excitement --it was an exciting thing to do in front of cameras. As for Taekook supporters, they shouldn’t just turn a blind eye on things like this. There should be ever an open option to discuss things like this.
A good starting point would be to consider it in a broader context. This American interview happened around the same time as Festa 2017 (I don't know now which was filmed first), where, at the very least, Jimin was fully aware of what was happening between the Taekook, as he even tried to make Tae stop the flirting.
The Festa party with Taekook was a huge thing for me personally, and an eye opening for many other non-shippers, non-believers too. You can watch an expert of body language (non-BTS fan) analysing it in full detail with very good English subtitles here. Or you can check an analysis by a fan with deep knowledge on body language and even a fan reaction to this fan analysis. I suggest looking at the comment section too --highly entertaining!
So this tells me --what is this thing telling me? That Taekook bond was way stronger and something that was beyond Jimin's reach. It was and It's, still something very powerful.
Whatever happened at the Liam McEwan interview Jimin likely did something similar to what he tried to do in the Festa thing, likely he was trying to soothe things down with Jungkook or just providing him with some inmediate or temporary distraction or some added attention as Jungkook was feeling restless. Maybe. Something along these lines.
What Taekookers feel about this scene? I know you don't want to talk but you should.
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