When a so called bad boy fall in love with a kind hearted boy..and his love lead him to his own self that was once buried deep in his mind.. But will he be able to treasure his love Or again lose everything?
For all my hopeless romantic readers thi...
The night after the failed meeting felt heavier than any other for Taehyung.
He had smiled, nodded, pretended like nothing hurt — but once the lights in his room dimmed, the words of rejection echoed endlessly.
“He’s too plain… he doesn’t fit… he’s not someone anyone would want…” Each syllable felt like shards of glass pressing deeper into his chest.
Taehyung was not angry at his sister. She had meant well, in her own way. But the humiliation, the sting of being unwanted, gnawed at him. For years, he had lived as the dutiful son, the silent child, the one who didn’t trouble anyone. Now, for the first time, he wondered if being invisible had made him forgettable too.
The next morning, Taehyung moved through the house like a shadow. His father’s stern eyes didn’t notice. His sister was already lost in her own world. Only Jimin asked softly if he was okay, but Taehyung brushed it off with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
It was Jungkook who noticed — not through words, but through silence. When Taehyung passed him outside the library steps, head bent low, clutching his books tighter than usual, Jungkook felt something twist inside. There was no brightness in Taehyung’s expression, no clumsy smile, no spark. It unsettled him more than he cared to admit.
Later that day, as Jungkook walked past the park, he found Taehyung sitting alone on the stone bench. Books forgotten, gaze distant. He didn’t say anything at first — just sat down quietly beside him. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was heavy, filled with unspoken things.
Finally, Jungkook broke it. “Don’t let their words stick to you.”
Taehyung blinked, startled. He hadn’t realized anyone else had been there. His throat tightened, and he wanted to deny it, pretending he didn’t know what Jungkook meant. But the warmth in Jungkook's tone — rare, almost gentle — loosened something inside him.
“They didn’t mean it that way…” Taehyung murmured weakly. “They did,” Jungkook said, voice firm, but not cruel. “And they were wrong.”
Taehyung turned to look at him, eyes wide. For the first time, he saw Jungkook not as the intimidating, distant figure others often whispered about, but as someone solid, unwavering. Someone who cared, even if he never said it outright.
Jungkook looked away then, pulling out his camera and raising it almost carelessly. “You know why I like photography?” he asked, clicking a shot of the empty park path. Taehyung shook his head.
“Because the world lies,” Jungkook said. “People lie. They’ll tell you what you’re worth, who you should be, what you lack. But the lens doesn’t lie. It captures things as they are… and sometimes, as they’re meant to be seen.”
He lowered the camera, meeting Taehyung’s gaze. “If they can’t see you, that’s their blindness. Not yours.”
For a long moment, Taehyung couldn’t speak. His throat was tight, his chest heavy, but in a different way this time — not from hurt, but from the strange, unfamiliar comfort of being seen.
That night, Taehyung wrote in his journal for the first time in months. Just one line: “Today, someone reminded me I am not invisible.”
And somewhere, without realizing it, Jungkook had already started painting Taehyung’s smile in his mind — the one he was determined to protect at any cost.
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