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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Taehyung could feel the heat of Jungkook's body pressing against his, the rapid thudding of his own heartbeat syncing with the quiet rhythm of the moment. The vulnerability in Jungkook eyes seemed to burn through the silence, sharp and raw, that made Taehyung's chest ache, a tenderness that wound its way deep into his heart.
"You confessed your love for me, Taehyung," Jungkook's voice trembled, his words sinking deeper with each breath. His tears, warm against Taehyung's skin, felt like a mix of relief and gratitude, as though the burden he'd carried for so long was finally being set down, piece by piece. "You had announced our relationship to your family..." His voice faltered at the thought, trembling as though it cut deeper than he was willing to admit.
Taehyung's throat tightened, but a soft, almost rueful smile tugged at his lips. He wanted to laugh joyfully, but the sight of Jungkook's pain—so raw and so real—stopped him.
"Ah, my big baby..." Taehyung whispered, his voice thick with affection, as he lifted himself onto his toes, gently placing his chin atop Jungkook's head. The gesture was simple, but it felt monumental. His arms tightened around Jungkook, holding him closer, as if this embrace could somehow heal the wounds they both carried. The feeling was surreal—this moment, this fragile connection—like the culmination of all the unspoken words and lost time.
Jungkook, strong and broad, melted into him, seeking comfort in a way he never had before. Taehyung's heart swelled, filled with both sorrow and a quiet kind of joy, knowing that, for once, he was here for Jungkook.
Jungkook, gave in to the embrace. His tall frame felt so small against Taehyung, his breath shaky. It wasn't just warmth he sought; it was something deeper—something Taehyung had always known he could offer. Taehyung was more than just his lover; he was the anchor, holding together the pieces of Jungkook's soul that had been scattered across time.
"No more tears, okay?" Taehyung murmured, his voice a quiet hum against the soft strands of Jungkook's hair. His hands moved in gentle, soothing circles across his back, a silent promise to ease the pain, to hold him through the storm. "We've been through so much, and now... now we're here. Together." The words weren't just a comfort—they were a declaration, firm and unwavering.
This wasn't just about the past, the mistakes they'd made or the losses they'd endured. This was about the future, the life they were about to build. A life that would be stronger than anything that had come before.
Jungkook's hands clenched tighter around Taehyung, as if holding onto him for dear life, afraid that the moment might slip away if he let go. But Taehyung held him, unyielding.
"Are you crying for this?" Taehyung asked softly, his hand gently patting Jungkook's head, his fingers brushing through his hair. Jungkook, trembling, buried his face deeper into Taehyung , his breath ragged and shaky.
