I swear on you, my beloved.

❦Episode 3❦

As Jungkook mentioned the late hour, a pang of reluctance surged within me. I knew I should return to my room, especially considering the potential consequences of being caught with Jungkook, someone my father would undoubtedly disapprove of due to his sexual orientation. But as I looked into Jungkook's eyes, seeing the sadness and loneliness reflected within them, I found myself unable to leave him alone in his distress.

Despite the fear gnawing at the edges of my mind, I couldn't bear the thought of abandoning Jungkook in his time of need. The ache in my chest intensified as I realized that my own father's narrow-mindedness could be a barrier to providing the support and comfort that Jungkook so desperately needed.

In that moment, I made a decision fueled by empathy and compassion. Ignoring the voice of fear whispering in the back of my mind, I turned to Jungkook with determination.

"I don't want to leave you alone," I confessed, my voice tinged with uncertainty but unwavering in its sincerity. "I'll stay with you."

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise, gratitude shining in their depths as he reached out to squeeze my hand in appreciation. His silent gesture spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between us in the wake of our shared experiences.

"Thank you, Taehyung," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "Thank you for staying."

And as we settled in together, the weight of my decision lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and solidarity. In that moment, I knew that despite the challenges and obstacles that lay ahead, I had made the right choice – to stand by Jungkook's side, to offer him the support and understanding he deserved, and to defy the limitations imposed by my father's prejudice.

As I sat beside Jungkook, the flickering light of the room casting shadows across his face, I couldn't help but wonder at the strange pull that had drawn me to him. Despite the rumors and gossip that surrounded him, despite the warnings and prejudices ingrained in me by society, I found myself inexplicably drawn to his side.

I had heard the whispers, the derogatory remarks that painted Jungkook as rude, perverted, and somehow lesser because of his sexual orientation. But as I sat with him now, I saw none of those things. Instead, I saw a person who was hurting, who was struggling with his own demons, just like me.

In Jungkook's presence, I felt a sense of comfort and understanding that I hadn't known before. There was a kinship between us, born of shared experiences and shared struggles, that transcended the barriers of prejudice and judgment.

And so, despite the uncertainty and fear that lingered at the edges of my mind, I made a conscious choice to set aside the rumors and the gossip, to see Jungkook for who he truly was – a human being, deserving of compassion and kindness, just like anyone else.

As we sat together in the silence of the night, our shared loneliness binding us together in a silent pact of solidarity, I knew that I had made the right decision. For in that moment, I understood that sometimes, the greatest act of courage is not in defying the expectations of others, but in embracing the humanity that binds us all together, regardless of our differences.

As time passed and Jungkook and I spent more time together, our conversations deepened, and a bond of friendship blossomed between us. We shared stories, laughter, and even tears as we opened up to each other about our personal struggles and dreams for the future.

But amidst the warmth of our growing friendship, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of guilt that lingered within me. I found myself admiring Jungkook's resilience and strength in the face of heartbreak, marveling at the depth of his love for his former partner.

And yet, as I reflected on my own life and desires, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy towards Jungkook's capacity to love so deeply. In my moments of vulnerability, I found myself wishing for a love like his, a love that transcended boundaries and defied expectations.

But as the thought crossed my mind, a wave of confusion washed over me. Jungkook was gay, and I was not. Our paths were different, our experiences unique to our own identities. Why then, did I find myself longing for something that I could never truly have?

The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the truth that had been lurking in the shadows of my subconscious. It wasn't Jungkook's gender or sexual orientation that drew me to him, but rather the depth of his love and the authenticity of his emotions.

In Jungkook, I saw a reflection of the kind of love I yearned for – a love that was pure, unconditional, and unapologetically honest. And in that moment of clarity, I understood that my admiration for Jungkook went beyond mere friendship – it was a recognition of the beauty of love in all its forms, regardless of the labels society placed upon it.

As I came to terms with this realization, a sense of peace settled within me. I may never have a love like Jungkook's, but in our friendship, I found a kindred spirit, a companion on this journey called life who understood and accepted me for who I truly was. And for that, I was grateful beyond words.

As I tiptoed back to my apartment, the weight of the evening's revelations still heavy on my mind, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. Despite the sense of camaraderie I had shared with Jungkook, a lingering fear lingered within me, a fear of the repercussions of being seen with him by someone who might not understand our friendship.

But as I reached the door to my apartment and slipped inside, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. The air felt charged with tension, as if something had shifted in my absence. And then, as I turned to close the door behind me, I froze.

Standing before me, his expression a mask of disbelief and disdain, was my father.

For a moment, neither of us spoke, the weight of his disapproval hanging heavy in the air between us. And then, with a voice that cut through the silence like a knife, my father spoke.

"What were you doing with him?" he demanded, his words laced with accusation as he nodded towards the door.

I opened my mouth to speak, to explain that Jungkook was just a friend, that there was nothing improper about our relationship. But the words caught in my throat, suffocated by the fear of my father's reaction.

And as the silence stretched on, I realized with a sinking feeling that my secret was out – someone had seen us together, and now, there would be consequences to face.

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