The Unplanned confession
The next day came quietly.
Too quietly.
Morning light slipped through the curtains of Taehyung’s apartment, pale and soft, touching everything gently — as if the world itself was trying not to hurt him. Taehyung sat at the edge of his bed, shirt half-buttoned, jaw tight as he adjusted the sling beneath his clothes.
Pain pulsed dully in his shoulder.
Not unbearable.
But present.
A reminder.
“You’re not going to college today.”
Kai’s voice came from the doorway, firm, leaving no space for argument.
Taehyung didn’t look up. He finished buttoning his shirt with one hand.
“My body needs routine,” he said calmly. “I’ll be fine.”
Kai scoffed. “Your body needs rest. You were shot yesterday, Taehyung.”
“I’m aware.”
Kai stepped closer. “Then don’t go.”
Taehyung finally looked at him. His expression was controlled, composed — the same mask he always wore.
“I can’t.”
Kai studied him for a long second. “You can’t,” he repeated slowly, “or you don’t want to?”
Something dark flickered across Taehyung’s eyes.
“Don’t speak nonsense, Kai.”
Kai stared at him for a long second.
Then he scoffed softly.
“Just admit it,” Kai said. “You want to see Jungkook.”
“I don’t.”
Kai raised a brow. “And I’m a monkey.”
Taehyung turned away, reaching for his bag. “I’m doing my job.”
Kai watched his back, the stiff set of his shoulders, the way his movements were too careful-protecting the wound he refused to acknowledge out loud.
“Sure,” Kai muttered. Then, quieter, almost gentle, “I’m making omelette. Want some?”
Taehyung paused.
Just for a second.
“…No,” he said finally. “I’m not hungry.”
Kai didn’t argue. He knew better. Instead, he walked toward the kitchen, shaking his head as he went.
“You’re going to pass out one day from all this self-control,” he called over his shoulder. “And when you do, I’m telling everyone it was because you’re stupidly in love.”
Taehyung didn’t respond.
But his fingers tightened around the strap of his bag.
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College felt unchanged.
Too unchanged.
The familiar corridors echoed with footsteps and chatter, sunlight spilling through windows exactly the same way it always had. Taehyung walked through it all with measured steps, posture perfect, expression unreadable.
Inside the classroom, Jungkook sat with his hyungs.
He looked… fine.
Laughing lightly. Listening. Alive.
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