Orphan boy Jungkook's life turns upside down when he crosses paths with wanted criminal V. To escape the police, V hides in Jungkook's house and is shocked to find Jungkook's bedroom full of his own pictures and posters.
What dark connection does Ju...
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ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴀᴍᴀ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ⚘( ၴႅၴ𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋
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𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 ,
ֶָ֢𓍯𓂃
The silence that settled between them was heavy, laden with unspoken fears and insecurities. Jungkook's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he gazed up at Taehyung, his heart constricting painfully.
"Will you leave me after this?" he whispered,
Taehyung's breath caught in his throat, his heart twisting at the vulnerability in Jungkook's eyes. He knew, deep down, that he would have to leave come morning – it was the nature of his existence, a life forever shrouded in shadows and transience.
Yet, the thought of abandoning this precious soul in his arms filled him with a gut-wrenching ache he had never known before.
Fat tears spilled down Jungkook's flushed cheeks, and he made no attempt to stem their flow, laying his heart bare and unguarded.
"D...don't you feel something for me, hyungie?" he choked out, his voice cracking with sadness.
Taehyung's lips parted, but no words came forth. He cursed his inability to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within him, the unfamiliar yearning that had taken root in his heart for this beautiful boy who had stumbled into his life and turned his world upside down.
Jungkook gulped audibly, the silence ringing in his ears like a deafening roar.
"N...not even a bit?" he pleaded, his hand gesturing feebly, indicating the smallest sliver of affection.
Guilt like Taehyung had never known lanced through him, each muffled sob from Jungkook's trembling lips piercing his soul. He, who had taken countless lives without a shred of remorse, found himself utterly undone by the tears of this sweet, precious being.
"Don't cry, koo," Taehyung murmured, his voice thick with emotion he could scarcely comprehend.
"Then tell me, hyung, what should I do?" Jungkook sobbed,
his words punctuated by the hiccuping gasps that wracked his lithe frame. He buried his face in Taehyung's chest, his fists weakly pounding against his shoulder in a heartbreaking display of anguish.
Taehyung's arms tightened around Jungkook, cradling him close as if he could shield him from the cruel world that had driven them to this point.
"Let's sleep, it's already late. You must be tired," he said, his tone deliberately devoid of emotion, a feeble attempt to mask the turmoil within.
