For four years, Kim Taehyung devotedly loved Park Jimin. But he has to end the relationship unwillingly because of Jimin's marriage. Since he had become used to loving Jimin, he started to feel incomplete without him.
Then he marries Jeon Jungkook...
"But why?" Yoongi's voice resonated with curiosity, a furrow etched on his brow.
The night was draped in a tapestry of shadows as Taehyung found himself at Yoongi's residence, seeking solace and perhaps some understanding. The air was heavy with tension as their voices collided in a heated debate. The topic of discussion was Taehyung's decision to agree to the marriage, a choice that had left Yoongi baffled and sceptical.
"I said I wanted to be happy, didn't I?" Taehyung's response was simple, trying to convince Yoongi.
The living room, adorned with dim lighting, bore witness to their conflicting emotions. Taehyung's wearied form sank into the sofa, his tie discarded, and his gaze distant. The tension was palpable, swirling around them like a storm waiting to break.
"You're making no sense," Yoongi retorted, his voice tinged with frustration. It was a common sentiment for him when trying to decipher the labyrinth of emotions that Taehyung often found himself in.
Taehyung let out a heavy sigh, his eyes closing momentarily as if seeking refuge in the darkness behind his eyelids. Amidst the whirlwind of thoughts, a serene image began to form: Jungkook's face. His eyes, a deep and mysterious blend of emotions, appeared before Taehyung's mind's eye, causing a small smile to grace his lips. It was a smile born from a mixture of confusion, realisation, and a longing he was only beginning to understand.
"Because I want it." Taehyung's words slipped from his lips in a hushed murmur, yet they carried an undeniable weight.
Across from him, Yoongi raised an eyebrow in sceptical disbelief, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his drink.
"What?" Yoongi's question hung in the air, a mixture of curiosity and exasperation.
Taehyung shifted on the sofa, his gaze fixed on some distant point as he recalled those mesmerising doe eyes that had ignited a storm within him. "Those eyes, Hyung," he began, his voice soft yet charged with emotion. "I don't know what it is, but there's something about those beautiful doe eyes. Something that resonates with me on a deeper level—something pleasant, overwhelming, something deep and dark."
As Taehyung's words flowed, he relived those moments—the way Jungkook's eyes held a captivating allure, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. A deep breath escaped his lips, and he found himself overcome by a sense of tranquilly that he hadn't expected.
Yoongi's scepticism remained evident, his gaze unwavering as he observed his brother's shifting emotions.
"When he looked at me after seeing that painting," Taehyung continued, his voice a mere whisper, "his eyes held a universe of emotions, and I couldn't help but feel weak in front of them. My heart flutters, Hyung. I know it might not make logical sense—it's only been two months since I met him—but there's something profound there."
