𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍┃𝐓𝐊 ✔

Part : 21 Condition

Taehyung jolted awake, his heart pounding as the remnants of his nightmare lingered. He could still feel the phantom grip of Jungkook’s hands around his neck, choking him. Gasping for breath, he sat up, running a hand over his throat, trying to remind himself it wasn’t real. Just a dream.

But then, his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, and he noticed something that sent a shiver down his spine. Sitting by the window, barely visible in the pale glow of moonlight, was Jungkook. Shirtless, as usual. He held a bottle of alcohol, drinking straight from it, his gaze fixed on his phone.

Taehyung’s heartbeat quickened for a different reason now—fear mixed with confusion. Jungkook hadn’t been home when he went to bed. He didn’t even hear him come in. Had he been sitting there all this time, silently watching, drinking?

For a brief moment, Taehyung considered speaking, but the tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating. The way Jungkook sat there, so calm yet distant, unnerved him. He looked lost in thought, his face illuminated by the phone’s cold light, while the alcohol bottle dangled loosely in his hand, half-empty.

Taehyung forced himself to lie back down, pulling the blanket up to his chin as if it could shield him from the uncomfortable tension that settled between them. His mind raced, replaying the nightmare and the scene before him. Despite his attempts to feign indifference, his body remained stiff, his senses heightened to every small movement Jungkook made.

Suddenly, Taehyung’s heart pounded so hard he feared Jungkook might hear it. He sat up abruptly, his instincts screaming at him to run, but something held him back---the cold, terrifying realization that Jungkook’s dark, unreadable gaze was now fixed on him.

Jungkook turned slowly, his expression almost shadowed in the dim light, but Taehyung could see it---the darkness in his eyes, the tension in his posture. Jungkook looked like he could snap at any moment, and the thought made Taehyung’s blood run cold. The ruined gloves flashed in his mind, and with it came a suffocating dread.

What if he really does kill me? The thought gripped him, tightening around his throat like an invisible noose. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his breath, but the fear was too overwhelming. Jungkook cared about those gloves---cared about them enough to snap, to choke him in a fit of rage. And now, sitting there, drinking and brooding, Taehyung feared the worst.

His mind raced. Should I run? But what if it angers him more? Jungkook wasn’t the type to let things go easily, and Taehyung knew too well how dangerous provoking him could be. The memory of the earlier attack, the way Jungkook’s hands had tightened around his neck, came rushing back, making his chest tighten with anxiety.

But running could make it worse. What if Jungkook saw it as a challenge? A reason to hurt him more? Taehyung's stomach twisted in knots as his thoughts spun wildly. He had the footage, but what good would it do if he didn’t survive the night?