"How long will you keep loving someone who can never love you back?"
For ten long years, Jeon Jungkook's life revolved around one man-Kim Taehyung. Every breath he took, every beat of his heart, was filled with an unwavering love that only grew stro...
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"In the silence of the night, even the strongest heart can tremble."
ִ ֶ 𓂃‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
It was late at night, and the apartment was shrouded in darkness, the only light seeping through the glass walls from the pale moon outside. The living room was eerily silent, save for the soft breathing of a man who had fallen asleep on the sofa.
Suddenly, the quiet was broken by the sound of a door opening. Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, and he stirred slightly, just in time to see Taehyung step inside the dimly lit room. Taehyung's appearance was striking-his hair perfectly styled, a coat draped over his tailored suit.
As Taehyung flicked on the light, he visibly tensed, shocked to find someone sitting there. His expression quickly relaxed with recognition, but frustration soon followed.
"What are you doing sitting in the dark like that? You scared the shit out of me," he snapped, his voice tinged with irritation.
Jungkook met Taehyung's gaze for a brief moment before lowering his eyes. "I fell asleep... and just woke up," he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He placed the book that had been resting on his lap onto the table and added, "Aren't you busy?"
Taehyung sighed, pulling off his coat with a weary expression.
"However busy I am, I should still come home."
A faint "Thank you" escaped Jungkook's lips, almost as if he wasn't sure he should be grateful. His eyes remained downcast as he murmured, "You didn't call me... it's been several days."
Taehyung didn't respond immediately. The silence between them grew heavy, filled with unspoken words and lingering resentment. Finally, as he loosened his tie, Taehyung said, "You've become skinnier. Can't you take care of yourself?"
Jungkook's heart ached at the comment, but he kept his gaze fixed downward, his silence speaking volumes.
After a moment, he stood up and quietly left the room. As he watched Jungkook's retreating figure, a strange, unsettling feeling crept into Taehyung's thoughts. Something about the way Jungkook carried himself, the way he withdrew, felt off-different from the usual.
"Strange"
Jungkook's POV
It was one of those nights again. I lay on my side of the bed, my eyes closed, trying to find some comfort in the silence. The room was dim, with only the faintest glow from the bedside lamp. I could hear the faint sounds of water as Taehyung finished up in the bathroom, and before long, he emerged, drying his hair with a towel.
I didn't move. I just stayed there, hoping he wouldn't notice the weight of everything I was carrying. He always did but not anymore I guess.
After drying his hair, Taehyung came over to the bed and slid in beside me, his arms wrapping around my waist like they always did, as if nothing had changed between us.
