Don't leave me | taehyung×reader×jungkook

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**Episode 37**

Jungkook appeared before me, smiling widely. "Are you back?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He shook his head. "Aniya," he answered.

"You thought that I'd leave you?" he asked.

I nodded, still trying to process the surreal scene before me.

"I didn't leave you, Hana-ya. You see that man in front of you, Kim Taehyung? One thing is the same," he said.

"And what is it?" I asked, confused.

"The love, the care, and the respect," he answered.

"I really love you, Jungkook-ah," I confessed, my tears flowing freely.

Jungkook smiled softly. "I know you love me, but now you need to love him. I was part of your past, he is your present and future. You've loved enough; now it's his turn to earn your love and care, Hana-ya."

"J-Jungkook," I stuttered, overcome with emotion.

"Saranghaeyo," he said, his voice fading.

"Hana-yaaa? Hana-ya?" someone called my name. I opened my eyes to find Taehyung beside me, concern etched on his face.

"Yaaa! How can you sleep right here? Yoo Jung is leaving," he said.

I stood up abruptly, realizing it had all been a dream. Jungkook's words echoed in my mind as I looked at Taehyung.

**One Month Later**

"Where are we going?" I asked Taehyung.

"I won't tell you," he replied with a playful grin.

"Waeyo?" I asked, but he remained silent.

We soon found ourselves standing in front of a grave.

Jeon Jungkook.

I looked at Taehyung, who remained silent.

"I know you're here for the first time," Taehyung said softly.

I nodded. "Ne, I've always avoided coming here."

"You can still love him, Hana," Taehyung said, his voice gentle.

I took Taehyung's hand. "No."

He looked puzzled. "Wae?"

I knelt beside the grave. "Can I love you, Kim Taehyung, like you love me?"

He sat down beside me, taking my hand. "I told you before, you can do anything to me, even hurt me. And love—that was my dream. Saranghaeyo, Hana-ya."

I looked at Jungkook's grave and smiled. "I won't cry for you. You were an important part of my past and childhood, Jungkook-ah. Gomabda," I whispered.

Taehyung intertwined our fingers, and we left together.

**Seven Years Later**

"Yaaa! Hyun Na-yaa, come here, come here!" I called out to my 6-year-old daughter, who was running around our mansion.

Taehyung had just returned from a trip to America. Hyun Na ran to him, hugging him tightly.

"Appa," she said, pretending to be upset.

"Aww, what happened to my princess?" Taehyung asked, bending down to her level.

"You've got a wife too, Kim Taehyung, not just a daughter," I joked, smiling as I hugged him.

"Yaaa, Daddy, don't listen to Eomma. She's making me drink milk, and I don't like it," Hyun Na said.

We both laughed.