Volume 1
[𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥]
❝𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐧, 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞❞
Top Taehyung
Bottom Jungkook
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"Taehyung, Promise your mother, that you will not marry Jeon Jungkook at any cost.
I accept the deàth rather...
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All around him, Taehyung saw nothing but darkness and felt nothing but pain.
It was a pain that seeped into his bones that threatened to crush him under its unbearable burden.
In that moment of despair, Taehyung searched desperately for a flicker of light, a hope that could lead him out of the darkness that had become his reality.
But then, through the thick blackness, he heard a faint voice. The gentle melody broke through the haze, cutting a fragile path toward him.
"Mr. Kim... Mr. Kim..."
The voice grew louder and more persistent, its warmth reaching past the depths he'd fallen into, latching onto him. Taehyung's mind stirred, drawn to that distant light.
The voice tugged him out of his despair.
"Mr Kim"
Taehyung's chest heaving with ragged breaths as if he had been running, fleeing from something too terrifying to face. His heart pounded in his chest, his body was coated in a thin layer of sweat, his limbs trembling as if they hadn't fully returned to him.
Slowly, Taehyung opened his eyes, blinking as his mind surfaced from the abyss.
Jungkook's face hovered in his vision, her eyes wide with concern. The sight of her—so close, so real—was like a lifeline pulling him from the depths. Her fingers were curled around his arm.
Taehyung sat up abruptly, a silent panic gripping him as the fragments of nightmare remained back in his consciousness. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles white. To hold something real that could pull him back from the suffocating darkness he'd just escaped.
Jungkook's gaze softened as she watched him. She could see the tension in his body, the way his chest rose and fell in frantic gasps. His eyes darted around the room, unfocused, his mind clearly lost in a place that she couldn't reach.
Without saying a word, Jungkook reached over to the bedside table, her fingers curled gently around the glass jug, and she poured water. Holding the glass, Jungkook moved closer, her knee sinking into the mattress beside him. She placed a warm hand on his shoulder.
"Mr Kim," she whispered, her voice as soft as a feather brushing against his ear. "It's okay. I'm here."
He blinked, his wide eyes settling on her. Jungkook offered him the glass, guiding it to his lips. As he took it, she kept her other hand resting on his shoulder, her thumb tracing a small circle.
"Drink slowly," she murmured.
Taehyung took a slow drink from the glass, the cool water easing the dryness in his throat. He felt Jungkook beside him, her touch light stabilizing him in a way nothing else could. The water refreshed him, but it was her presence that truly soothed the restlessness that in his chest.
