Teach me how to love (KookV TaeKook)

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Jungkook's peaceful sleep quickly turned into a nightmare. His face twitched, his breathing became erratic, and his hands clenched into fists as he struggled against the dark images filling his mind. In the dream, he found himself running—desperately, frantically—down a dark, narrow hallway. His heart pounded in his chest, and panic clawed at his throat.

He could hear Taehyung's voice, faint and distant, calling for him in pain. No matter how fast Jungkook ran, he couldn't get to him. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, and every step felt slower, heavier.

Suddenly, he burst through a door into a dimly lit room. His eyes widened in horror. There was Taehyung, broken and bruised, surrounded by Minho and his friends. The smug grins on their faces twisted Jungkook's stomach with rage. They had hurt him, violated him.

"Taehyung!" Jungkook screamed, rushing forward, but it was too late. The sight of Taehyung, his body shaking, his eyes filled with pain and humiliation, shattered something deep inside Jungkook. He had failed to protect him, failed to save the person he loved most.

Jungkook tried to reach for Taehyung, but his body wouldn't move. He was paralyzed, forced to watch in agony as Minho and his friends laughed, their cruel voices echoing in his ears.

Then, Taehyung's eyes met his, filled with hurt and betrayal. "Why weren't you there?" Taehyung whispered, his voice weak and broken.

Jungkook screamed again, but no sound came out. He was helpless, watching the scene unfold like a nightmare he couldn't escape. His vision blurred as the horror of the dream consumed him, the guilt and anger suffocating him.

Suddenly, Jungkook jolted awake, drenched in sweat, his heart racing so hard it felt like it might burst from his chest. His breathing was ragged, his mind disoriented. It took a few moments for him to realize that he was still in bed, safe with Taehyung next to him.

But the vividness of the nightmare clung to him like a dark shadow. He glanced over at Taehyung, who was still asleep, his chest rising and falling peacefully. Jungkook's body trembled with the lingering fear and rage from the dream.

He gently reached out, brushing his fingers across Taehyung's cheek, as if to reassure himself that he was really there, unharmed. But deep down, the fear remained—the fear of losing him, of not being able to protect him from the world.

Jungkook sat there in the dark, his mind still reeling from the nightmare, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him.

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Jungkook sat in the car, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he stared out at the campus bustling with students. The morning light streamed through the windshield, illuminating the worry etched across his face. He had been lost in his thoughts, preoccupied with the growing pressure from his family and the uncertainty surrounding Minho.

Taehyung, sensing Jungkook's silence, turned towards him with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. He reached out, wrapping his arms around Jungkook's neck, gently pulling him closer. The moment felt intimate, a brief escape from the chaos of their lives.

"Hey," Taehyung said softly, his voice a soothing balm to Jungkook's racing heart. "You okay?"

Jungkook glanced at him, his heart fluttering at the sight of Taehyung's radiant smile. But the tension in his chest still lingered. "I just... I wish things were easier," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Without saying a word, Taehyung leaned in, his lips brushing against Jungkook's in a tender kiss. It was soft and gentle, a reassuring gesture that spoke volumes more than words ever could. The world outside faded away as Jungkook melted into the kiss, his worries momentarily forgotten.