Revival - From Monochrome To Euphoria

~ 5 ~

Jin, who had been walking by, paused when he saw the scene unfolding before him. The sight of Taehyung sitting quietly beside Jungkook, with little Soobin nestled between them, tugged at his heart. The peacefulness of the moment, the way the moonlight cast a gentle glow over the three of them, filled him with a deep sense of hope.

He knew about Jungkook's hardships the tragedy that had befallen him and Jin couldn't help but feel a protective instinct toward the younger man. Jungkook had endured so much, yet here he was, caring for his child with quiet strength. As Jin stood there, watching from afar, he glanced up at the moon, his heart swelling with emotion.

Silently, he made a wish to the universe. "On this special day, on my anniversary, I pray these two beautiful souls find their way to each other," he thought, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the moon. "They deserve happiness, love, and peace. And if anyone can bring that to each other, it's them."

Though Jin was Taehyung's brother-in-law, he had always loved him like his own child. He had watched Taehyung grow, seen his struggles, his quiet suffering after the divorce, and the loneliness he tried to mask. Seeing Taehyung with Jungkook now, he couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, they could heal each other.

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Jungkook stood on the balcony, wrapped in the gentle chill of the night, sipping his hot chocolate with a calm smile. His hair was tied in a loose half-up style, strands cascading around his face, framing his delicate features. Dressed in soft night pajamas that hugged his slender but resilient frame, he looked out at the moon with a quiet serenity. Behind him, Soobin had finally fallen asleep after hours of cooing and playful laughter, leaving the house in a peaceful hush.

Across the street, a car sat in the shadows. Inside, a man watched, eyes glued to Jungkook through the lens of his camera. Dressed head-to-toe in black-a T-shirt, dark pants, a baseball cap, mask, and even tinted goggles-he was fully disguised, blending into the night. He snapped pictures of Jungkook from different angles, capturing every graceful movement. The way Jungkook's hair shifted in the breeze, the soft glow of his skin under the moonlight, the gentle curve of his figure-all of it made the stalker's pulse race with desire, his eyes tracing every inch of Jungkook as if trying to make him his own.

When Jungkook finished his hot chocolate and turned to go inside, the man watched, tense and hungry. As Jungkook closed the balcony door and drew the curtains, cutting off any glimpse of the inside, the man clenched his fist in frustration. The sight of Jungkook disappearing from view stirred a heated, almost painful desire, leaving him seething with need.

Unable to shake the obsession, he started his car and drove to a nearby club. Once there, he ordered a woman for the night, using the encounter to vent his frustration. Yet, despite his attempts to drown out his thoughts, Jungkook's image-so fragile, so beautiful under the moon-haunted him, an untouchable vision that he couldn't forget.

The next morning, the stalker woke with a dark scowl etched across his face. He barely glanced at the woman lying beside him, tossing some bills onto the bed before roughly shoving her to the floor. She gasped, scrambling to gather herself as he ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it in frustration. His mind was clouded, burning with anger-because it wasn't her he wanted. He wanted Jungkook, and the desire had become a relentless, maddening obsession.

Leaving the apartment without another word, he drove home, where his parents were waiting in the living room. They watched him approach, his shirt unbuttoned and his face flushed red with frustration. His mother hesitated before approaching, her worry clear in her gaze as she reached out to him.