My Obsession ; Broken wings

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Hi Everyone, it's me again.

This is my second book. I hope you enjoy the first one "Teach me how to love".

So, without any further, let the story begin!

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One fateful evening, their worlds collided.

Jungkook was speeding down a deserted street on his motorcycle, anger boiling inside him after yet another argument with his father. His mind was clouded, his thoughts dark, and in his rage, he lost control of the bike. He was thrown off, skidding across the asphalt before crashing into a lamppost. Blood smeared his knuckles and his head, the pain shot through his body, but the sting in his heart was worse. He cursed under his breath, trying to get up when he saw someone running toward him.

Kim Taehyung, who had been on his way back from a late library session, stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the figure lying on the street. Without thinking twice, he rushed to help. Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he recognized the timid boy from his campus, the one everyone picked on. He was about to shove him away, tell him to mind his own business, but something stopped him. Taehyung's hands were shaking, but he was determined, carefully helping Jungkook sit up.

"You're hurt," Taehyung said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook winced but didn't say anything. He watched as Taehyung fumbled for his phone, calling for an ambulance. His kindness was unexpected, and for the first time in a long while, Jungkook didn't know how to respond. He wasn't used to people helping him—not like this.

At the hospital, Taehyung stayed with Jungkook until the doctors assured him that the injuries weren't severe. When Jungkook woke up, he found Taehyung sitting by his bed, half-asleep. A strange warmth spread through Jungkook's chest, something he hadn't felt in years. He didn't understand why this stranger, this boy who barely knew him, was still here. But at that moment, something inside Jungkook shifted. He wanted to push him away, like he did with everyone, but instead, he asked, "Why are you still here?"

Taehyung blinked, surprised by the sudden question. "I... I just thought you shouldn't be alone."

Jungkook stared at him for a moment, his usual coldness faltering. No one had ever cared whether he was alone or not. Not even his father. But here was this boy—who looked just as broken as he felt—offering him something he hadn't even realized he needed: companionship. In a moment, Jungkook fell a sleep again.

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Jungkook stirred awake, the sterile smell of the hospital room filling his senses. The dull ache in his body was a reminder of the crash, but he was more annoyed by the silence. Without a second thought, he threw the covers off and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, ready to leave.

"Wait, you shouldn't move yet," Taehyung's soft voice broke through the quiet. He stood by the bed, eyes wide with concern, his hands instinctively reaching out to stop Jungkook.

Jungkook's jaw tightened, his patience already worn thin. "Don't tell me what to do," he snapped, his voice sharp and cold. His dark eyes flicked toward Taehyung, who froze in place. "I don't need your help. Just leave me alone."

Taehyung flinched at the harshness of Jungkook's tone, the fear creeping into his chest. He had only wanted to help, but now, standing in front of the fierce glare Jungkook gave him, he felt small, unwanted. He bit his lip, anxiety flooding his mind as he struggled to find words.

"I-I'm sorry," Taehyung stammered, his voice barely a whisper. His hands trembled slightly as he backed away. "I'll... I'll go."

Jungkook's expression didn't soften as he watched Taehyung bow his head in defeat, his quiet form retreating toward the door. A pang of guilt briefly flickered in his chest, but it was buried beneath layers of his usual defensiveness.