Faceless Existence; The love of the beast (Taekook)

Taehyung

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Suspicion hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over our once unbreakable bond. Jungkook had grown increasingly aware that something was amiss, and I could see the worry etched into his features every time he glanced my way. The weight of the hidden truth pressed down on me, a burden I was forced to carry, and it was tearing us apart. These two days were the worse days of my life.

"Taehyung," he began one evening as we sat together in the dimly lit chamber, "there's something you're not telling me, isn't there?"

I looked away, unable to meet his searching gaze. "Your Royal Highness, please, it's nothing."

His eyes bore into mine, a mixture of frustration and hurt in their depths. "Don't lie to me, Taehyung. I can feel it, something's wrong."

I sighed, my fingers tracing the patterns on the worn rug beneath us. "Your Royal Highness, I just... I can't burden you with this."

His voice was tinged with desperation. "I thought we shared everything, Taehyung. Why are you keeping secrets from me now?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to find the words. "It's to protect you, Your Royal Highness. I promise you, it's for your own good."

He gripped my shoulders, his touch both harsh and demanding. "I don't need your protection, Taehyung. I need the truth."

I looked up at him, my heart breaking at the anguish in his eyes. "Your Royal Highness, please, try to understand. I can't say anything. It's too dangerous."

He shook me, his frustration boiling over. "Dangerous for who, Taehyung? For you or for me?"

"Both of us," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Please, Your Royal Highness, drop this. You don't want to know."

His grip on my shoulders tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might force the truth out of me. But then he let go, his expression a mix of anger and resignation. "Fine, Taehyung. Keep your secrets. But know that you're tearing us apart with every unspoken word."

As he turned away, the rift between us widened, and I could feel our bond fraying at the edges. It was a painful choice, to keep the truth hidden, but I knew it was the only way to protect Jungkook, even if it meant losing a part of him in the process.

Our interactions became strained. I addressed him as "Your Royal Highness" instead of using his name, a formality that felt like a wedge between us. Each time I uttered those words, I could see the hurt in his eyes, a painful reminder that I was keeping him at arm's length.

In the evening, our tension reached its breaking point. Jungkook had been trying to reach out to me, to bridge the gap that had grown between us, but I couldn't bring myself to let him in. Frustration and anger welled up inside me, and in a moment of weakness, I lashed out.

"Why can't you just leave it alone, Your Royal Highness?" I snapped, the words dripping with bitterness.

He flinched, hurt evident in his gaze. "Taehyung, please, we used to share everything. What's changed?"

I turned away, unable to bear the weight of his gaze any longer. "Everything's changed, Your Royal Highness. You're the cursed prince, and I'm just a commoner. We were never meant to be."

The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, and I knew I had gone too far. Jungkook's expression shifted from hurt to a profound sadness, and I could see the tears glistening in his eyes.

"You're wrong, Taehyung," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "We were always meant to be, no matter the circumstances. And I'm Jungkook, just like I've always been to you."