VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

A Love Lost In Shadows

Ever since Jungkook started spending more time with his friends, he transformed into someone unrecognizable. His boyfriend, Taehyung, watched helplessly as the person he loved slipped away.

Jungkook stumbled home each night, reeking of alcohol, and Taehyung's heart clenched with worry. The next morning, Jungkook would act as if nothing had happened, masking his pain behind a practiced smile. But the bruises on Taehyung's skin told a different story.

The first time Jungkook raised his hand against Taehyung, it was a shock. A betrayal of trust that left Taehyung trembling. The second time, Taehyung flinched, tears streaming down his face. And the third time... Taehyung was scared. Scared of the person Jungkook had become, scared of the love that had curdled into something dark and twisted.

Their once tender moments were replaced by tension and fear. Taehyung tiptoed around Jungkook, avoiding triggers that might set off another explosion. He wondered how they'd reached this point. How love had soured into pain.

Taehyung's love for Jungkook was both a lifeline and a shackle. He couldn't bear to leave. The thought of severing their bond was like tearing his own heart in two. So he stayed, even as the bruises on his skin multiplied and the nights grew darker.

Jungkook's demons consumed him, and Taehyung became their collateral damage. He clung to memories of their laughter, their stolen kisses, and whispered promises. But now, those memories were shards of glass, cutting into his soul.

When Jungkook stumbled home, reeking of alcohol, Taehyung held him close. He wiped away the tears Jungkook refused to shed, whispering, "I'm here. Always."

But love wasn't enough to heal the fractures. Taehyung watched as Jungkook's eyes glazed over, lost in a world that excluded him. He wondered if he was a fool. A martyr for a love that had turned toxic.

One night, as Jungkook slept, Taehyung traced the bruises on his own arms. He thought of escape, of freedom beyond their shared pain. But then Jungkook stirred, curling into Taehyung's warmth, and Taehyung's resolve wavered.

"Stay," Jungkook murmured, fingers entwined with Taehyung's. "Please."

And Taehyung did. He stayed, even when the sun rose and the shadows retreated. He stayed, because love was a labyrinth, and he was lost within its twists and turns.

But as the days blurred into weeks, Taehyung wondered if he'd become a ghost. A phantom haunting the edges of Jungkook's life. He yearned for more than stolen moments, more than whispered confessions in the dark.

One morning as they woke up, Jungkook tried to go in for kiss but Taehyung moves back in fear making Jungkook confused. He looked at Taehyung's arms and saw the bruises and he was angered. "Who did this to you? How did they... Kim Taehyung you better tell me who did this to my baby," Jungkook looked for more bruises and found out it was all over Taehyung's body.

"Baby, please tell me who did this to you," Taehyung looked up at Jungkook's eyes and Jungkook knew what they were saying. "w-was it... me?" Taehyung looked down.

Jungkook's heart clenched as he traced the bruises on Taehyung's arms. The realization hit him like a tidal wave. Hs own hands had caused this pain. He had hurt the person he loved most, and the guilt threatened to swallow him whole.

Taehyung's eyes held a mixture of fear and vulnerability. "I didn't mean to," Jungkook stammered. "I never wanted to hurt you."

Taehyung's voice was barely a whisper. "It's okay Kookie, we'll heal together." Taehyung tried convincing Jungkook but it was unheard by Jungkook.

The once vibrant connection between Jungkook and Taehyung had withered into silence. Jungkook's retreat to their bedroom became a fortress, walls thick with regret. He avoided Taehyung's gaze, as if eye contact would reveal too much. The fractures in their love, the shards of pain.

And Taehyung? He listened to the muffled sobs that escaped Jungkook's lips at night. Each tear was a plea, a desperate hope that they could find their way back from this abyss.

But love, once broken, left scars. Taehyung wondered if they were both prisoners of their own making. Jungkook in his solitude, and Taehyung in the quiet ache of unspoken words.

In the dimness of their shared space, the balcony, they sat in silence as they watched the lights of the city glow.

"Did i... d-did i r-rape you?" Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat. Jungkook's voice trembled, the weight of his words echoing in the space. Taehyung's heart ached as he watched the man he loved crumble.

"No," Taehyung whispered, reaching out to cup Jungkook's face. "It wasn't like that."

Jungkook's eyes were wide with fear, haunted by memories he couldn't fully grasp. "But the bruises," he choked out. "I hurt you."

Taehyung took a deep breath. "You were lost," he said softly. "We both were. Love shouldn't hurt, Jungkook. But sometimes, it does."

Jungkook's guilt was a relentless companion, a shadow that clung to him even in the quietest moments. The bruises on Taehyung's skin were a stark reminder. A canvas painted with his own mistakes.

He replayed that night. The anger, the haze of alcohol, the way his hands had become weapons. Taehyung's flinch haunted him, etched into his memory like a scar. How had love twisted into pain? How had he become the monster he feared?

In their shared silence, Jungkook grappled with questions he couldn't answer. He retreated to their bedroom, seeking solace in isolation. But the walls whispered accusations, and the mirror reflected a fractured soul.

Taehyung heard him cry at night, and Jungkook wondered if redemption was possible.

Taehyung recognized that Jungkook's drinking was a coping mechanism. Instead of judging him, Taehyung patiently listened to Jungkook's struggles and fears. He understood that addiction wasn't a simple battle and that Jungkook needed compassion.

Taehyung encouraged open conversations about Jungkook's drinking. They talked about triggers, emotions, and the underlying reasons behind it. By sharing their feelings honestly, they built trust and a deeper connection.

Taehyung gently suggested that Jungkook seek professional assistance. Together, they researched therapists and support groups. Taehyung attended counseling sessions with Jungkook, showing unwavering support.

Taehyung introduced healthier alternatives to drinking. They explored hobbies, exercised together, and found joy in shared activities. Taehyung reminded Jungkook that there were healthier ways to cope with stress.

Taehyung committed to being Jungkook's sober buddy. He attended events with Jungkook, ensuring he didn't feel isolated. Taehyung's presence made it easier for Jungkook to resist the urge to drink.

Taehyung celebrated every small victory. Whether it was a week without alcohol or attending a party without drinking, Taehyung praised Jungkook's progress. Positive reinforcement motivated Jungkook to keep going.

Taehyung reminded Jungkook of their future together. The dreams they shared, the life they wanted. Jungkook realized that his drinking jeopardized that future. Taehyung's love became a powerful incentive for change.

The night enveloped them, stars scattered across the sky like forgotten wishes. Jungkook's fingers traced constellations on Taehyung's skin, mapping out their shared universe. The weight of their past. Bruises, tears, and whispered confessions hung in the air, yet it was the promise of their future that held them together.

Taehyung's breath hitched as he met Jungkook's gaze. His eyes, galaxies of emotion, mirrored the constellations above. In this quiet intimacy, they were more than lovers; they were cosmic travelers, bound by fate and gravity.

Jungkook leaned in, lips brushing against Taehyung's forehead. "We'll find our way," he murmured. "Through the darkness, toward the light."

Jungkook's voice was soft, filled with gratitude. "Thank you for staying," he whispered, his fingers still entwined with Taehyung's. "Even when I was at my worst."

Taehyung leaned in, their foreheads touching. "I'll always be here," he replied. "Through storms and starlight."

And in that moment, as their breaths mingled, they knew that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.