"I hate you now, Jungkook! After you, I won't seek love again. Because I know if I do, I'll be searching for pieces of you in everyone I meet," he said, barely holding back the tears threatening to fall.
"I'll try to make you fall in love with me ag...
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Happy birthday to the cute face man who likes to be called cool ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
Jungkook's birthday dawned bright, and the Jeon household was bustling with activity. Everyone had gathered to celebrate the youngest's special day. The elders were downstairs, chatting and laughing, while the younger ones helped with the decorations, organizing everything. But Jungkook, the star of the day, was upstairs, preparing in his room.
As he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his outfit, Seoyoung and Jin burst into his room, eyes wide in mock surprise, and they shouted in unison, "Waahh!"Jin, always the jokester, quickly followed up with, "When did you become so handsome? Is puberty starting to hit you now? How dare it hit you! Hahahahaha." He paused dramatically before continuing with a cheeky grin, "Okay, you both aren't going to laugh at my joke? Or else I think it's your Appa's handsomeness that transferred to you, come here my son." Jin exaggerated a fatherly gesture, calling Jungkook to him with open arms.
Seoyoung, rolling her eyes at Jin's antics, hit him lightly and muttered, "Shut your mouth and let's go."
As they left the room, Seoyoung hesitated at the door, her expression softening into concern. "Is Taehyung not coming today?" she asked Jin quietly. "He seems like he's back to his old self in just one day."
Those words hit Jungkook like a weight. His heart sank. The absence of Taehyung was already looming large in his thoughts, and hearing Seoyoung voice it out loud only made it worse.
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The celebrations passed in a blur. Candles were blown, cake was eaten, and the elders had all left, leaving the younger ones behind to clean up. But Jungkook couldn't focus on any of it. His eyes kept flickering to the door, hoping Taehyung would show up. Hoping for a phone call, a message, something. But nothing came.
Taehyung had neither attended nor wished him a happy birthday. The absence gnawed at Jungkook's mind, each tick of the clock adding to the weight of disappointment. He couldn't take it anymore. "I'll go to him," Jungkook muttered to himself, determination flooding his chest.
He packed a small piece of cake and made his way to the Kim residence. The night was quiet, but his heart was anything but. It pounded in his chest, a mix of anxiety and anger fueling his every step.
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As he approached the Kim house, he could hear raised voices-another argument between Taehyung's parents.
Jungkook's breath caught in his throat. He stepped closer, just in time to witness a heartbreaking sight. Kim Dowoo, Taehyung's father, had unintentionally hurt his son during the altercation, and now Taehyung's hand was bleeding from the sharp edge of the glass table.
Jungkook froze, his mind racing. He felt the ground give way beneath him as he watched the blood trickle down Taehyung's hand.
Without a second thought, he dropped the cake box, rushing to Taehyung. "Hyung! Are you okay? You're bleeding!" His voice wavered, panic lacing every word. The commotion caught the attention of the Kims, but Jungkook wasn't having it.
