I swear on you, my beloved.

❦Episode 4❦

As Jungkook sat alone in his apartment, his thoughts spiraled into a whirlwind of confusion and despair. The betrayal of his former lover weighed heavily on his heart, each memory tainted by the pain of deception and loss. In the depths of his despair, he found himself contemplating drastic measures, the darkness threatening to consume him entirely.

But then, like a beacon of light in the darkness, Taehyung appeared. A stranger at first, but now a friend - a source of unexpected solace and understanding in Jungkook's darkest hour. Taehyung's kindness and compassion had given Jungkook a glimmer of hope, a lifeline to cling to amidst the storm of his emotions.

Yet, even as Jungkook found himself grateful for Taehyung's presence in his life, a nagging question lingered in the back of his mind. Why had fate brought them together in such a tumultuous manner? What purpose did Taehyung serve in the grand scheme of things?

Was there a deeper meaning to their connection, a hidden message waiting to be uncovered amidst the chaos of their intertwined lives? Or was it simply a twist of fate, a chance encounter between two souls adrift in the vast expanse of the universe?

As Jungkook grappled with these questions, he couldn't help but wonder at the mysterious workings of the universe. For in the midst of his pain and suffering, Taehyung had emerged as a ray of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is still light to be found.

And as Jungkook contemplated the enigma of their friendship, he couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, there was a greater purpose to their bond - a purpose that would reveal itself in time, like a puzzle slowly piecing itself together to reveal the bigger picture. Until then, Jungkook could only hold onto the hope that Taehyung had given him, and trust that their journey together was guided by something greater than themselves.

Taehyung's Pov~

As my father's accusations rained down upon me like a torrential storm, I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. His words were like daggers, each one piercing through me with a ferocity that left me reeling.

I tried to explain, to tell him that Jungkook was just a friend, that there was nothing inappropriate about our relationship. But my words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by my father's rage and indignation.

Before I could react, his hand lashed out, striking me across the face with a force that left my ears ringing and my vision swimming. The pain was sharp and immediate, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart at the realization that my own father could treat me with such cruelty.

As the blows continued to rain down upon me, I felt a sense of helplessness wash over me, a feeling of despair as I realized that no amount of explanation or reasoning would sway my father's opinion. He was blinded by his own prejudice, unable to see beyond the narrow confines of his own beliefs.

And yet, amidst the chaos and violence, a glimmer of hope emerged. My mother and brother rushed to my defense, their voices raised in protest as they tried to shield me from my father's wrath.

But even as they tried to intervene, I knew that the damage had already been done. The trust that had once existed between my father and me lay shattered at our feet, a casualty of his intolerance and ignorance.

And as I lay there, bruised and broken, I couldn't help but wonder what had become of the world - a world where love and compassion were overshadowed by fear and hatred, where the bonds of family were torn asunder by the poison of prejudice.

But amidst the darkness, a flicker of defiance burned within me. I refused to let my father's hatred define me, to let his ignorance extinguish the light of compassion that burned within my heart.

And as I looked into my mother's tear-filled eyes, I knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, I would find the strength to rise above them, to stand tall in the face of adversity, and to fight for a world where love knows no boundaries and acceptance reigns supreme.

As the onslaught of my father's rage continued unabated, each blow landing with the force of a sledgehammer, I felt a sense of numbness wash over me. The pain was no longer physical - it had morphed into something deeper, something primal and raw that threatened to consume me whole.

Through the haze of agony, I heard my mother's sobs, my brother's cries, their voices blending together in a symphony of despair and helplessness. They pleaded with my father to stop, to see reason, but his fury knew no bounds, fueled by a toxic cocktail of prejudice and ignorance.

And then, amidst the chaos, came his words - words that cut through me like a knife, each one a dagger to my already wounded soul. "Get out of my house," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You're no son of mine. You're nothing but a disgrace, a shame to our family."

Tears welled in my eyes as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of his words. The pain of rejection, of being cast out by the very people who were supposed to love and protect me, threatened to overwhelm me completely.

But even as my world crumbled around me, I found a flicker of defiance burning within me. I refused to let my father's hatred define me, to let his ignorance dictate my worth. I may have been rejected by my own family, but I refused to be ashamed of who I was.

With a heavy heart, I gathered what little strength I had left and rose to my feet, my body battered and bruised but my spirit unbroken. As I turned to leave, the murmurs of the gathered crowd washed over me, their judgmental whispers like daggers in my back.

But amidst the sea of faces, I caught a glimpse of something else - a glimmer of empathy and understanding in the eyes of a few. And in that moment, I realized that even in the darkest of times, there were still those who stood with me, who saw me for who I truly was - not as a disgrace or a shame, but as a human being deserving of love and acceptance.

With one final glance back at my family, my heart heavy with sorrow but my resolve unwavering, I stepped out into the unknown, determined to forge my own path, to find my own family - one that would accept me for who I was, unconditionally and without judgment.

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