A Love beyond the boundaries

Chapter 8

Poor Taehyung, for all his quiet introspection and the storm of feelings that swirled in his chest, couldn't begin to understand or label what he was experiencing.

Was it love?

Was it simply attraction?

Or was it something as fleeting as a crush?

These questions haunted him constantly, clouding his mind with doubt and confusion.

Despite the fact that his heart seemed to race whenever Jungkook was near, despite the way his thoughts always drifted back to the way Jungkook smiled, laughed, or even simply existed, Taehyung was unable to define the strange and overwhelming sensation that had gripped him.

He replayed every moment in his head—every stolen glance, every subtle interaction, every silent admiration from afar—but none of it provided him with clarity.

It seemed impossible to pin down. He knew he admired Jungkook, not just for his looks or his charm, but for the way he could light up a room, the effortless way he brought joy and warmth wherever he went.

But was admiration enough to explain the butterflies that took flight in his stomach whenever Jungkook was around?

Was it just a surface-level attraction, sparked by Jungkook’s undeniable magnetism?

Or was it deeper than that—something more profound, more lasting?

Taehyung’s uncertainty gnawed at him. He had heard of love at first sight, but it had always seemed like a distant, almost fantastical concept to him.

Could it really be happening to him now?

Or was it something simpler, just a crush that would eventually fade with time?

The lines between these feelings blurred in his mind, leaving him trapped in an endless loop of wondering and doubting.

No matter how hard he tried to sort through his emotions, he found himself no closer to understanding.

Was it love, this sudden, intense pull toward Jungkook? Or was it just the allure of something new and exciting? Perhaps it was nothing more than a fleeting crush, destined to fade as quickly as it had appeared.

Taehyung didn’t know, and the not knowing only deepened the confusion he felt.

All he could do was sit with these feelings, unable to decipher them, waiting for the moment when everything might finally make sense.

Amidst all of Taehyung’s swirling thoughts and inner confusion, one question above all else dominated his mind: how did Jungkook feel?

No matter how much time Taehyung spent reflecting on his own emotions—whether it was love, infatuation, or simply a fleeting crush—none of it seemed to matter without knowing what Jungkook thought.

In many ways, his own feelings felt secondary, dwarfed by the mystery of what might be going on in Jungkook’s heart.

He yearned for clarity, for something that would ease the uncertainty that gnawed at him day after day, leaving him restless and unsure.

Taehyung’s mind would often wander back to all those small, seemingly insignificant moments—the quick glances he’d steal from across the classroom, the brief exchanges they’d have in passing, and those fleeting seconds when their eyes met as if by accident.

Each time, Taehyung wondered if there was something more behind those moments, or if they were nothing more than random occurrences that Jungkook would never even think twice about.