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In the shadow of life's trials, orphaned Jungkook, falsely accused of murder, faces abandonment from friends and dwindling self-resp...
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Jungkook awoke to the gradual unveiling of darkness, the curtains orchestrating a slow dance with the first rays of dawn. As consciousness returned, his gaze shifted downward, discovering an unexpected source of comfort—Taehyung, serene in peaceful slumber. The rhythm of a soothing heartbeat resonated beneath him, a lullaby that belonged not to his own chest but to Taehyung's.
Furrowing his eyebrows in the initial haze of confusion, Jungkook's senses adjusted to the realisation that the weight on him was not a burden but a haven. Placing his chin delicately upon Taehyung's chest, Jungkook found no discomfort; instead, an inexplicable tranquilly enveloped him, tethering him to the serenity of the moment.
Gazing up, Jungkook observed Taehyung's peaceful repose, his slumber untouched by the shadows that defined his role as a formidable mafia leader.
Taehyung's hand, a warm and comforting presence, lay wrapped around Jungkook's bare waist, the fabric of his shirt having ascended in the night. A subtle bite on Jungkook's lip held an unspoken acknowledgment of this intimacy, a tender connection with the man who embodied protection and warmth, elements Jungkook had yearned for throughout his life.
As he concentrated on Taehyung's features, not merely admiring his striking handsomeness but seeking solace, Jungkook marvelled at the contradiction between the perception of a cruel mafia leader and the reality of a guardian offering peace.
It was the second time Jungkook was able to look at the mafia leader for more than a second. Reflecting on the first time he had truly seen Taehyung, Jungkook recalled the aftermath of his last court hearing—the moment they settled into the car, when Taehyung had embraced slumber beside him. Back then, the gaze had been captivated by a superficial beauty; now, it recognises a profound connection—the embodiment of everything Jungkook had yearned for throughout his existence.
As Jungkook attempted to rise, he felt a strong yet comforting grip on his waist, hindering his ascent. A quick glance towards Taehyung, still immersed in the depths of slumber, elicited a relieved exhale from Jungkook.
Taking care not to disturb Taehyung's peaceful repose, Jungkook gently removed the firm grip from his waist and ascended from the bed. With careful steps, he traversed the room and entered the washroom, mindful of the ticking time that remained before his university commitments.
Under the cascade of the shower, Jungkook allowed the warm water to caress his bare body, creating ethereal patterns of fog on the glass enclosure. As he swiped the shampoo through his hair, the lingering echoes of Taehyung's deep and tranquil voice reverberated in his ears. "You're safe—since you came to this mansion, didn't you? No one touched you, not here, not in the university, as I promised," Taehyung's words from the night before resonated, casting a protective aura over Jungkook.
With body wash in hand, Jungkook roamed his hands over his bare skin, the tactile sensations interwoven with the thoughts of Taehyung. A realisation dawned upon him—Taehyung was the unseen guardian, orchestrating the absence of those who sought to torment him.
