❝𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃❞
Sexual addiction and deep kindness--two extremes that can ravage a life like the strongest drugs, tearing apart the mind and soul with merciless precision
Kim Taehyung, an ordinary man in his late twenties, found himself trappe...
The evening dissolved into the shadows of night. Birds went back to their nest and the whole city began to turn back to their homes or places for enjoyment. Among such chaotic peace, Kim Taehyung found himself slowly regaining consciousness, his body still throbbing with the remnants of a brutal heatstroke. The room enveloped him in a soft embrace, the bed beneath him offering a respite from the turmoil within. With a heavy heart and weary eyes, he surveyed his surroundings, struggling to make sense of the haze clouding his thoughts.
Through the fog of his discomfort, Taehyung's gaze met that of Jeon Jungkook whose expression betrayed a mixture of irritation and disdain. Taehyung felt a pang of sorrow wash over him, as he sensed the hostility emanating from Jungkook's piercing stare. It was a gaze that spoke volumes, laden with unspoken words of reproach and frustration. Misang was nowhere to be seen inside the room
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"J-Jungkook"
As Taehyung lay there, vulnerable and weakened, he couldn't help but feel the weight of Jungkook's disapproval bearing down on him. The silent accusation in Jungkook's eyes pierced through his already fragile state, leaving him feeling utterly despondent. At that moment, amidst the discomfort and the pain, Taehyung base himself consumed by a profound sense of sadness, a melancholy that seeped into his very being, overshadowing everything
After not getting any response from the teen, Taehyung attempted to rise from the bed but he was abruptly reminded of the searing pain radiating from his burnt neck, now cooled by the soothing touch of an ice pack. Gratitude flooded through him towards the teenager, Jungkook, whose silent act of kindness momentarily overshadowed the bitterness that lingered in the air. Yet, even as Taehyung mustered the strength to sit up, every movement sent waves of agony rippling through his exhausted body.
He was wearing Jungkook's pyjamas. Oh, he remembered being in that bathtub filled with cold water. His Jungkook must have helped him in drying his naked body and putting on some clothes. That thought alone made him flushed in embarrassment
Jungkook remained unmoved, a silent patrol by the window, arms folded in an unmistakable stance of ridicule. His words cut through the heavy silence like a knife, each syllable dripping with resentment. "You brought this upon yourself" he declared, the bitterness of his tone echoing Taehyung's own self-reproach "Your craziness means nothing to me other than making you more pathetic in front of my eyes Taehyung!"
The adult's heart clenched at the harsh truth of Jungkook's words, a painful acceptance of his own folly. "I'm s-sorry" With a voice tinged with regret, he whispered a small apology, his gaze downcast in a gesture of submission making the teen scoff "Were you planning on dying or what? Did you think this would make me forgive you? Your madness can't bring back my lost 1 year damm it!" Jungkook tired in anger, veiny arms clenching to showcase the raging fury simmering like a volcano
In that moment of vulnerability and guilt somehow a shameless Taehyung found himself drawn to Jungkook's presence, his eyes hungrily tracing the contours of the teenager's form, longing for the solace of his embrace. Despite the pain and the remorse weighing heavily upon him, Taehyung couldn't shake the yearning that pulsed through his veins, an undeniable craving for the relief and reassurance that only Jungkook could provide.
