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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“What’s really going through your mind, Jungkook?” Yoongi’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp and probing.
Taehyung and Jeongguk had just stepped out of the library when the heated conversation between Yoongi and Jungkook reached their ears. The words bounced off the walls, too loud, too urgent, too raw.
“What’s so difficult to understand?” Jungkook scoffed, his voice laced with frustration, as though he’d been repeating himself for too long.
Jeongguk looked at Taehyung, his brow furrowed. "What’s happening?"
Taehyung didn’t respond, but moved closer to Jungkook, his steps slow, deliberate. He could feel the heat radiating from Jungkook’s tense posture, the way his muscles coiled like a spring about to snap. Without thinking, he reached out, taking Jungkook's hand. His thumb traced circles along the back of it, offering a quiet comfort.
Yoongi’s voice interrupted, sharp and cynical. “He’s asking you to come to the Jeon house tonight.”
Jungkook’s grip tightened around Taehyung’s hand as he spoke again. “Mom’s coming home from rehab tonight. We’re all going to be there. Jeongguk, you should come too.”
Yoongi scoffed, disbelief creeping into his tone. “And all the effort of the past three months, hiding him—protecting him—just to have him walk back into danger?”
“So what if we can’t find the killer, would Jeongguk will stay hidden forever?” Jungkook grumbled, frustration seeping into his words.
“Let him come to the Jeon house too, with the mask. At least he won’t be recognized,” Jungkook muttered, almost as though talking to himself.
“What’s in your mind, Jungkook? Why are you telling me to do this now?” Jeongguk’s voice was low, careful, but there was a noticeable edge to it.
Taehyung bit his lip, his heart hammering in his chest. He knew exactly what Jungkook was planning—Jungkook was going to confront his father.
“Mom’s been in rehab for three months,” Jungkook’s voice was quieter now, the rawness of it cutting through the thick tension in the room. “The pain... the lie of your death—it’s already been too much for her. I don’t want her to bear it any longer.” His voice faltered, but his grip on Taehyung’s hand remained steady, almost desperate.
"Fine... I’ll come," Jeongguk mumbled, his voice low and reluctant, but firm enough that the decision had been made.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," Yoongi scoffed, disbelief lacing his tone. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Jeongguk, as though trying to see if he was truly serious or if it was some kind of joke.
"Hyung, he’s right," Jeongguk replied, his voice calm but edged with a kind of quiet certainty. "We can’t hide forever."
"And we’re not announcing this publicly. Just to the family," he added quickly, as if trying to hold on to some semblance of control over the situation.
