Teach me how to love (KookV TaeKook)

16 (Mature)

At the dinner party, Jungkook sat quietly at the long table, the sound of clinking glasses and polite laughter filling the elegant room. His parents had just returned from one of their many business trips abroad, and tonight's event was yet another formal gathering, filled with the elite and influential figures his family often entertained.

Jungkook glanced around the room, feeling detached from the lively conversations. His father, a man known for his stern demeanor, was at the head of the table, speaking with business partners, but he barely glanced at Jungkook. Though his father had always been strict, he allowed Jungkook to make his own decisions—yet, there had never been any real connection between them.

Across the room, Jungkook's mother was engaged in conversation with the wives of high-ranking officials, her elegant dress shining under the soft lights. She was always busy, always attending social functions, and rarely had time for anything personal. Growing up, Jungkook had often found himself alone in their large, empty house, surrounded by luxury but lacking warmth.

As the evening wore on, Jungkook felt increasingly isolated, despite being surrounded by people. He had never learned what it was like to feel true affection from his parents. His life had been one of discipline and expectations, but never love.

Just as he was about to excuse himself and retreat to the quiet of his own thoughts, his mother approached him, her smile graceful but distant. "Jungkook," she said, gently resting a hand on his shoulder, "how are you? You've been so quiet this evening."

Jungkook looked up at her, the woman who had given him everything materially but nothing emotionally. He forced a small smile, feeling the familiar hollowness in his chest. "I'm fine, Mom. Just... tired, I guess."

His mother nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer before returning to her conversation with the others. She didn't probe further, didn't ask how he really felt. This was the extent of their relationship—surface-level interactions, polite exchanges, but no real bond.

As he watched her walk away, Jungkook's mind wandered to Taehyung. In the whirlwind of emotions he felt for Taehyung, there was something deep he couldn't quite grasp. Was it love? Obsession? How could he even tell when he had never truly been loved by anyone?

Jungkook realized, in that moment, how lost he felt when it came to relationships. He didn't know how to love someone properly, because he had never experienced it himself. All he knew was control, possession, and the fear of being abandoned—just like he had been emotionally abandoned by his own parents.

Sitting there, surrounded by people yet feeling utterly alone, Jungkook began to question everything. How could he possibly love Taehyung the way he deserved, when he didn't even know how to love himself?

When Jungkook arrived at his parents' grand, luxurious home, he immediately headed upstairs to his room, feeling the weight of the evening pressing down on him. The house was just as he remembered it—lavish, cold, and silent, with expensive decor that made it feel more like a museum than a home.

He tossed his keys onto the dresser and collapsed onto his bed, letting out a heavy sigh. His mind was still swirling from the dinner, from the realization of how emotionally detached he had become over the years. He reached for his phone, hoping for a distraction, and saw a message notification from Taehyung.

Despite their recent argument, Taehyung had still messaged him.

"Hey, how are you? Did everything go well with your parents? Let me know when you're home safe."

Jungkook stared at the screen for a moment, his thumb hovering over the reply button. Even after their heated fight, Taehyung still cared enough to check on him. The thought made something inside Jungkook stir—guilt, perhaps, mixed with a deep affection he didn't fully understand.