Taehyung swallowed down his tears, "I am sorry, baby, but I'm ready to hurt anyone to make you mine and happy."
Jungkook was wiping his tears continuously while sitting inside the car. "Please don't hurt my loved ones to love me , Taehyung Hyung."
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|16.09.2024 |
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ
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Jungkook lay sprawled across his bed like a starfish, his limbs flung out in every direction. The dim light from his bedside lamp casts a soft glow on the walls of his room.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind racing as he tried to process everything that had happened that day.
After coming home, he had opened his social media and was immediately overwhelmed by a flood of notifications. Thousands of direct messages filled his inbox in a single night, each one a reminder of the chaos that had erupted around him.
With a heavy heart, he clicked on some trending hashtags, his stomach twisting as he saw people illegally posting deleted photos—images that had been taken down by official accounts. Screenshots of hurtful comments scrolled past, each one a painful reminder of the scrutiny he and Taehyung were under.
Taehyung should’ve told him about the rumors, but as Yoongi had said, Taehyung didn’t want Jungkook to worry or stress about these things, especially since he was already dealing with exams.
Yet, Jungkook couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. He wasn’t worried about their viral fame or what people were saying about them; he was worried about Taehyung. He felt a gnawing anxiety about whether Taehyung was truly okay amidst all the chaos.
The thought of Taehyung’s well-being consumed him, and he longed to be by his side, to reassure him that everything would be alright.
Lost in these thoughts, he failed to notice the incessant ringing of his phone beside him. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and he drifted into a restless sleep, his mind still tangled in worries.
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Meanwhile, in his own bedroom, Yoongi paced back and forth, his expression tense as he spoke to Taehyung over the phone. The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor.
“So, this is what happened,” Yoongi said, his voice was low but urgent.
Taehyung’s voice trembled with concern on the other end. “You got there late. How do you know so much… in detail?”
“My baby told me. He was with Jungkook,” Yoongi replied, frustration creeping into his tone.
Taehyung hummed, “And where’s that bastard (Jake)?” he asked angrily.
“Probably in the hospital,” Yoongi chuckled, trying to lighten the mood despite the seriousness of the situation.
“Only if I could kill him with my own bare hands,” Taehyung said, his voice laced with irritation.
