Taehyung, an orphan and mischievous young boy, fell in love at first sight with Jeon Jeongguk, promising that one day he would marry him.
Years later, Taehyung enrolls at Seoul National University, where his life intertwines with Jeongguk, a literat...
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As Taehyung had read countless fiction in his life, he was familiar with the concept of Stockholm syndrome—where a person falls in love with their captor. But Taehyung knew his situation was far from that. He didn’t feel love for the man who had essentially caged him in his home for five weeks, manipulating him, tugging at his emotions, and taking advantage of his vulnerability. Instead, Taehyung felt something far more unsettling: pity.
The man—Jungkook—was gone, mentally. Taehyung had always suspected that Jungkook was missing a few screws, but now? He was fully convinced. Jungkook was completely, utterly insane. And the worst part? Taehyung didn’t even hate him for it. He pitied him.
There was a certain tragedy in Jungkook’s madness, a kind of sadness that made Taehyung wonder what had driven him to this point. He had thought about it over and over, trying to piece together what had caused Jungkook’s mental decline. Was it work overload? Boredoom? Or something else that Taehyung couldn’t begin to understand?
And if someone were to look at Jungkook, they'd see a whole different story. To an outsider—or even to Taehyung—it might seem like he had lost his grip on reality. But to Jungkook, it all made sense. He had spent every free moment researching pregnancy, devouring research papers, books, and magazines. He’d never studied this hard for an exam in his entire life.
He was obsessing over every detail—diet, sleep, emotional well-being—ensuring the environment was perfect for the baby. It wasn’t madness; it was responsibility, at least in his eyes. Sure, it might seem extreme, but Jungkook’s actions were fueled by a deep need to create the best possible future for this child. To him, nothing else mattered as much.
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Taehyung lay half-sprawled on his bed, arms crossed over his chest, his lips jutting out in an unmistakable pout. The cause of his grumpiness? Jungkook.
To hell with him. These days, Jungkook would sit with his laptop, glasses perched on his nose, focusing on whatever he was working on. And, worse, looking all 'husband material' while doing it. Taehyung coughed, flustered by his own thoughts.
'Get it together, Taehyung,' he scolded himself. 'Don’t go insane now. You’re becoming as shameless as he is.'
Jungkook had been deep into his nightly research on pregnancy, specifically midnight cravings, when a thought struck him. Could it be that Taehyung was having cravings but was too shy to voice them? His eyes widened as he imagined Taehyung silently suffering, and without another second to waste, he bolted from his room.
Taehyung, still lounging lazily on the edge of his bed, raised a brow as the door to his room flew open with a loud crash, the handle smacking against the wall. He barely had time to register what was happening before Jungkook stormed in, his face flushed, eyes wide with urgency. The very man Taehyung had just been silently cursing, his thoughts venomous, stood before him like a whirlwind.
