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Morning light enters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. The air was cool, the quiet hum of the world waking up outside barely reaching Jungkook’s ears. He lay still in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, feeling heavy in his chest.
He didn’t want to get up.
But he had to.
With a deep breath, he pushed the blanket off and sat up. His feet touched the floor, cold against his skin, sending a small shiver up his legs. He stayed like that for a moment, staring at the floor, before his gaze slowly lifted to the mirror across the room.
His stomach tightened.
He knew what he would see, but that never made it easier.
Still, he stood up and walked towards it, every step feeling heavier than it should.
And there he was—his reflection staring back at him. Messy dark hair, tired brown eyes, and… the scars.
His fingers twitched at his sides before he hesitantly reached up, running his fingertips over the uneven skin along his cheek. The scars stretched from his cheekbone to his jaw, a reminder of the past he tried so hard to escape. The past he could never truly leave behind.
His chest tightened as old memories surfaced—his father’s anger, his mother’s silence, the scalding pain of boiling water spilling onto his skin.
He swallowed hard, his fingers curling into a fist.
"Taehyung deserves better."
The thought whispered in his mind, like it did every morning. No matter how many times Taehyung told him otherwise, no matter how many times he pressed soft kisses against the scars, Jungkook couldn’t silence the voice that told him he wasn’t enough.
/ "He could have someone beautiful. Someone without a past as ugly as mine."/
The guilt sat heavy in his chest.
But the idea of leaving Taehyung… of walking away from the one person who made him feel safe… hurt even more.
With a quiet sigh, he reached for his hoodie and pulled it on. He tugged the hood over his head, covering as much of his face as he could. If he hid the scars, maybe today wouldn’t feel so heavy.
Maybe today, he could pretend he didn’t see what he always saw in the mirror.
The door creaked open.
Jungkook barely had time to wipe the look off his face before Taehyung stepped in, his presence instantly filling the room with warmth.
