A love beyond words

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Jungkook and Jimin pulled into their cozy countryside home, surrounded by lush green trees and vibrant flowers.

"Wake up, Jungkook. We're home," Jimin said gently, nudging his friend.

Jungkook stretched, yawned and stepped out, inhaling the fresh air. "Home, sweet home. I missed this place."

He gazed lovingly at their charming bungalow, its white walls and wooden accents inviting.

"You're speaking as if you've returned after years," Jimin teased.

Jungkook shook his head, unlocking the door. "You don't understand, Hyung. This place offers peace, comfort and freedom from paparazzi."

Inside, soft lighting and plush furnishings enveloped them. Jimin settled onto the couch. "What's for dinner?"

Jungkook groaned. "Ramyeon and sandwiches are fine. I'm exhausted from performances."

Jimin nodded sympathetically. "Okay, ramen and sandwiches are great," Jimin says, hearing this makes Jungkook feel a bit more relaxed. "That's all I wanted, home-cooked food," Jungkook replies with a smile.

Jimin gets up and walks towards the kitchen, "Come on, I'll do a little work. You just relax, the concert has taken a toll on us."

Jungkook sits on the couch checking his phone, but his mind is on the smell of home and the moments spent with Jimin. "Hyung, do you remember when we first made dinner here? Everything got so messy!" Jungkook recalls with laughter.

Jimin responds with a chuckle, "Yeah, and you ended up throwing flour all over me! Today everything will be perfect." Both friends smile at this little memory, feeling the warmth and comfort of home. Jimin prepared Dinner while chatting about jungkook's Tour.

As they sat down to eat, jungkook savored the flavors " This ramyeon tastes amazing" jimin chuckled " My cooking skills are improving all thanks to Master Jeon Jungkook".

Their warm evening continued with laughter, stories ams content sighs.

ON THE OTHER HAND:

Taehyung returned to his family's elegant residence, nestled in Seoul's upscale neighborhood. The familiar grandeur brought mixed emotions.

As he entered, darkness greeted him; lights were off, and silence filled the air. No welcoming smiles or warm embraces. His family's absence stirred a pang.

Upstairs, Taehyung freshened up, shedding exhaustion. Came Downstairs, the refrigerator revealed his mother's thoughtful preparation - dinner, lovingly stored.

Savoring each bite, gratitude washed over him. Though absent, their love remained.

This routine was Taehyung's life. His family adored him, yet business consumed him. Formerly, parents and grandparents eagerly awaited his return; now, distance grew.

Not hatred, but detachment. Time slipped away amidst boardrooms, deals and ambitions.

Taehyung yearned to provide the best life but struggled to balance love and livelihood. Regret crept in.

In his dimly lit room, reflections deepened. "How did I drift so far?" The weight of solitude settled.

As he settled into bed, darkness enveloped him, mirroring his emotions. Thoughts swirled.

"What have I sacrificed for success?" he pondered. "Family, relationships, happiness?"

His mind raced with guilt and regret. "Mother's loving dinner, yet no warm smile. Father's guidance, now replaced with silence."

Taehyung's heart ached. "Grandparents' wisdom, lost amidst boardroom deals." Loneliness crept in.

"Is wealth worth this emptiness?" Self-doubt gnawed.

In the stillness, memories flooded: laughter-filled dinners, parental pride and childhood warmth.

Tears pricked. "When did I trade love for power?"

Taehyung's turmoil deepened. Sleep taken over him and he slept with heavy heart.