"You give me the kind of feelings people write novels about," Taehyung whispers, sealing the promise with a soft kiss on Jungkook's lips.
In a world where love feels more like a curse than a blessing, Taehyung finds himself healing something he neve...
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꒰ 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎 ꒱
—𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓸 ๋࣭⭑
—AUTHOR'S POV—
::Still a flashback
Jungkook:16 years Taehyung:18 years
Jungkook’s Story:
Jeon Jungkook was the kind of boy whose innocence could light up a room, but it also made him fragile—like a delicate piece of glass, easily shattered. His soft, wide eyes always held a quiet curiosity, but there was a layer of sadness beneath them that only a few people noticed. People would describe him as sensitive, sweet, and kind, but if they looked closer, they’d see the cracks that ran deeper than his smile.
Despite his warmth, Jungkook never really had any friends. He wasn’t antisocial or unfriendly, but a certain person in his life made sure that nobody ever got close to him. It was like an unspoken rule that kept him isolated, even though Jungkook longed for companionship. Loneliness was all he’d ever known.
Jungkook lived alone in a small, cozy apartment—a gift he’d received on his seventh birthday. It had been strange, being given an apartment at such a young age, but at the time, he hadn’t thought much of it. He had never imagined he would actually end up living there, away from his family, cut off from the world. But here he was, all alone.
Until he came into Jungkook’s colorless life.
Jang Min Kyu. ( A bitch basically )
Min Kyu was like a gust of fresh air that blew into Jungkook’s dull, monotonous existence. He didn’t paint Jungkook’s world in bright colors, but he did something else—he made Jungkook feel happy. In a way that nobody else ever had ( yet )
When Min Kyu first approached Jungkook, trying to befriend him, Jungkook resisted. He had built walls around himself, afraid of being judged, afraid of being hurt. And it wasn’t just a fear—it was something that had been planted deep inside him, long ago.
“They’ll leave you once they find out your disgusting secret.”
That sentence. It was like a curse that haunted him every single day. No matter what he did, no matter how much he smiled or how hard he tried to forget, those words echoed in his mind, poisoning every thought. They made him push people away, made him believe that nobody could ever truly accept him.
