jane doe

Chapter 6:

Jungkook's fingers hovered over the screen, heart pounding as he finally opened the purple app that had been staring back at him for days. It was a quiet taunt, a subtle pressure he couldn't ignore any longer. He exhaled slowly, steeling himself as he tapped on the icon. The familiar interface greeted him, but what caught his breath was the notification that flashed across the screen: 9K followers. His eyes widened, disbelief mingling with a surge of panic. How had this happened? When had so many people decided to follow him? The number felt heavy, suffocating almost, as though each follower was a silent spectator, waiting for something from him.

Jungkook's breath hitched as he stared at his phone, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on him like a vice. He had barely managed to hold it together after the confrontation with Taehyung, the sharp, hateful words still echoing in his mind. Taehyung had torn into him without mercy, shredding his dignity alongside his notes, leaving Jungkook feeling small, powerless, and utterly exposed. He had gone to bed with those bitter memories fresh in his mind, his body still tense from the anger he had barely kept in check. And now, just hours later, his phone displayed something that sent a cold shock through his system-unread messages from three people, with the one at the top from Taehyung.

It didn't make sense. Why would Taehyung, the very person who had tormented him, reach out to him now? Was this some kind of sick joke? A new way to mess with his head? Jungkook's stomach churned as he imagined what the message might say. He could almost hear Taehyung's mocking voice, ready to deliver another verbal blow. The phone felt heavy in his hand, the small screen now a portal to a confrontation he wasn't sure he could face. Part of him wanted to delete the message, to pretend he had never seen it, but another part of him, the part that still ached from the humiliation, needed to know what Taehyung wanted. His heart pounded as he hesitated, the cursor blinking back at him, taunting him to open the message that could either bring answers or more pain.

Jungkook's pulse quickened as he re-read Taehyung's message, his mind struggling to process what this could mean. No one knew who he really was on this app-he had made sure of that when he created the account. It was his safe space, a place where he could express himself without the weight of his real-life identity. The anonymity had been a shield, a way to escape the judgments and expectations of those around him. But Taehyung wasn't anonymous. His account was public, his identity known to everyone. He was the popular boy with a following, the one everyone looked up to, even though Jungkook knew the darker side of him.

The fact that Taehyung had reached out to him here, in a space where no one knew Jungkook's true identity, felt like an intrusion. It shattered the illusion of safety he had built around himself. Jungkook had always believed that his anonymous account would keep him hidden, free from the eyes of those who tormented him. But now, with Taehyung's message sitting in his inbox, it felt like the walls of his sanctuary were crumbling.

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How had Taehyung even found him? Did he somehow know it was Jungkook behind the account, or was this just a coincidence, a random message sent without knowledge of who he was speaking to? The possibility that Taehyung might know his secaehyung couldn't help but feel a growing curiosity as he scrolled through Jane's Twitter feed. There was something about the way Jane carried themselves online confident, competitive, and just a little bit mysterious that had captured Taehyung's attention. Jane was a mix of contrasts: someone who spent hours in the gym pushing their limits, yet also found solace in the delicate strokes of a pencil on paper. Taehyung admired that balance, and the fact that Jane never revealed too much only made them more intriguing.ret sent a chill down Jungkook's spine. If Taehyung knew, then everything he had said and done under the guise of anonymity was at risk of being exposed.