A lie

part 32

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Days had passed, and each one felt like an eternity for Taehyung. He had spent most of his time working on the farm, trying to push away the feelings that had begun to blossom in his heart. Jungkook was still a mystery to him in many ways, but one thing was clear—whenever he saw Jungkook talking to Daniel or receiving a message from him, Taehyung’s heart would ache. He wasn’t sure when it had started, but he realized that his feelings for Jungkook were more than just admiration. They were deeper. And it hurt.

Taehyung often found himself questioning his place in Jungkook’s life. He had watched Jungkook from the corner of his eye, seeing how comfortable he was with Daniel, how easily they communicated despite the distance between them. It made Taehyung wonder if he had been reading the signs wrong. Jungkook’s smiles, his laughter, even the soft glances—they all felt like something more, but how could he be so sure when the person Jungkook cared about most was Daniel?

It wasn’t just jealousy, though. It was the unspoken sadness that weighed on Taehyung’s heart whenever he saw Jungkook and Daniel together. He didn’t want to get involved in something that wasn’t his place, but every part of him longed for something more—something that he wasn’t sure he could have.

Taehyung made a decision. He would stop developing feelings for Jungkook. It was too painful, and besides, he couldn’t allow himself to fall deeper into something that would only hurt more in the end. He would focus on the farm, on his life, and maybe... just maybe, he would forget about the tenderness he had started feeling for Jungkook.

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It was a warm afternoon when Taehyung came back from working in the fields, his muscles sore from a day of labor. His hands were dirty, his clothes a little damp from the sweat, but there was something in the air that made him pause as he stepped into the house. He heard his mother, Taehee, laughing softly from inside. She was always so lively, but today, there was a glimmer of something different in her tone.

Taehyung stepped inside to find his mother standing in the middle of the room, a wide grin on her face. “Taehyung, you came! I have a surprise for you,” she said, running towards taehyung and held his arm, her voice filled with excitement.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “What kind of surprise, mom?” He had no idea what she could be referring to, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be anything too important.

“Wait and see,” she replied mischievously, glancing over her shoulder toward the hallway.

As Taehyung followed his mother’s gaze, his heart stopped in his chest. There, standing in the doorway, was Jungkook, but not the Jungkook he was used to seeing. Jungkook was wearing a woman’s dress—something simple, yet graceful, the fabric flowing down to his knees, the color soft and pastel. His face was flushed with embarrassment, his eyes avoiding Taehyung’s. But what struck Taehyung the most wasn’t just the sight of Jungkook in the dress—it was the way his presence seemed to glow, how different and beautiful he looked. It was almost as if the world had paused for a moment, leaving only Taehyung and Jungkook in the room.