The early morning light painted the Los Angeles skyline in hues of gold as Jimin boarded his flight back to work. Yesterday, he had returned from a whirlwind trip, his primary focus being Jungkook's enrollment in a private school. The decision to list Taehyung as Jungkook's primary guardian was a practical one. Jimin's frequent absences left a void, and Taehyung, with his unwavering presence, was the obvious choice.
Taehyung and Jimin's bond, forged in the crucible of shared hardship, ran deeper than mere friendship. Six years ago, Jimin, escaping his mother's stifling control in Cuba, had found himself adrift and alone in the unforgiving streets of Los Angeles.
The city's harsh symphony of honking horns and distant sirens was a constant backdrop to his desperation. Three days into his desperate struggle, he had encountered Taehyung in a dark alley, a place where despair and danger lurked. Jimin, weakened by hunger, had started to approach him, a desperate plea for food forming on his lips. But then, he saw it: a speeding car, oblivious to Taehyung, who was lost in the world of his music and phone.
Without a moment's hesitation, Jimin had thrown himself into the path of the speeding car, shoving Taehyung out of the way. The impact sent a jolt through his body, yet all he felt was an overwhelming relief that Taehyung was safe. From that day onward, the Kim brothers had taken Jimin in, making him a part of their family. But with Taehyung, the bond they forged transcended blood ties, a friendship built on shared pain, unspoken understanding, and a silent pact of loyalty.
Years later, bathed in the warmth of the Kim brothers' love, Jimin had pursued his dream of becoming a model, soaring to the top of the industry. He adored Taehyung, whose gratitude, though unspoken, was evident in his every action.
He could see it in the way Taehyung's eyes softened when he looked at him, in the way he always put Jimin's needs before his own, and in the way he always had his back. Jimin understood the unspoken weight Taehyung carried, having lost his parents unexpectedly, recognizing the guarded nature that had developed in response. He understood the depth of Taehyung's pain, the silent grief that shadowed him.
What Jimin would never know, however, was the truth behind that fateful day. Taehyung's distraction wasn't an accident. It was a deliberate act, a desperate attempt to escape the unbearable burden of his grief. He had wanted to be hit by the car, to find solace in oblivion. It was a secret buried deep, a truth only known by Taehyung.
The past three days had been a whirlwind of adjustments for Jungkook. He was slowly growing more comfortable with Taehyung, though he still addressed him as "sir." Since Jungkook's arrival, Taehyung had been working from home, determined to keep him from feeling alone. He had even given Jungkook a black card, an allowance, as he put it.
Jungkook initially refused, insisting on using his own money and the allowance Jimin had provided. But Taehyung, with gentle persistence, convinced him, reminding him that Jungkook was now his responsibility too. Having multiple cards was simply a matter of practicality.
The excitement of Jungkook's first day at school thrummed through him like a restless current, a chaotic mix of nervous anticipation and burgeoning hope that kept him tossing and turning all night. Finally, the pre-dawn light seeped through the curtains, heralding a new day. He gave up on sleep, his mind buzzing with a million butterflies.
After a long, hot shower that did little to calm his nerves, Jungkook dressed in the outfit he had carefully selected the night before: a black t-shirt tucked neatly into his jeans and a dark gray jacket draped over his shoulders.
He made his way downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes filling the air as he entered the dining room.
Taehyung was already there, seated at the table and engrossed in his phone, probably checking emails. He glanced up as Jungkook entered, his expression softening.
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