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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Everything felt absurd to Yoongi. His eyes were red from the alcohol and the weight of the secret he had just uncovered about his husband.
Slumping into the car, Yoongi tossed his jacket aside, starting the engine and rubbing his neck in frustration. His mind was a storm of emotions, none of them calming.
By some miracle, despite his state, he managed to pull the car into his driveway and reached home. Yoongi stumbled out, the alcohol in his system clouding his every step, but he still somehow made it to the door.
As he walked through the hallway, his heart was heavy. Dread settled in his chest, mingling with anger and a deep sense of betrayal. It was too much to bear, but it was all consuming.
The door of his bedroom swung open with a loud thud, and there, waiting for him, was Jimin. His figure crumbled, sitting in a ball on the bed.
Yoongi's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected Jimin to be here. The sight of him only deepened the confusion swirling in his mind.
Jimin walked toward him, concern etched on his face, but Yoongi could only feel anger rising within him. He let out a heavy sigh, disbelief settling in his chest. Was Jimin even real?
Jimin frowned, noticing Yoongi's staggering state, the unmistakable stench of alcohol seeping from his clothes.
"Yoongi, why did you drink so much?" Jimin asked, his voice tinged with frustration. He could see the depth of Yoongi's drunkenness, but still, his worry seemed to outweigh his anger.
Yoongi saw red. Jimin was real. He was right there, standing before him. In an instant, Yoongi's hand shot out, grabbing Jimin's neck. The speed of the movement startled Jimin, who struggled to pry Yoongi's hand away, but Yoongi was relentless.
"Who are you, Jimin?" Yoongi growled, his voice low and dangerous, unfazed by Jimin's desperate attempts to free himself.
With a sudden shove, Yoongi pushed Jimin backward, sending him sprawling onto the bed. Jimin gasped for air, his chest rising and falling in frantic breaths, but Yoongi wasn't done.
Yoongi tore at Jimin's shirt, his movements rough, shoving Jimin face-down onto the bed. Every part of him seemed consumed by a storm he couldn't control.
Jimin's heart raced, his mind screaming, but Yoongi's actions left him breathless and unsure.
"Yoongi, stop it," Jimin pleaded, his voice breaking with each word, tears slipping down his cheeks. Yoongi's chuckle was heavy, almost derisive. Jimin tried to move back, but Yoongi's hands were firm, forcing him down, pressing his face into the pillow.
His fingers traced the cursed moon tattoo on Jimin's back with a touch that was too harsh, each movement sending a tremor of dread through Jimin's body.
