𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 | 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐅𝐅 | ✔

In which he sees beautiful eyes

It was late at night now; the police had left. Jungkook sent Joshua to the company in his place, instructing him to take care of things. Jimin insisted on staying by his friend’s side.

Both were dozing off in the hospital waiting chairs when a nurse approached.

"Hello, sir... Are you awake?" she asked softly.

Jungkook blinked himself awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Yes... I am,” he replied groggily, gently shifting Jimin’s head off his shoulder and letting him lean back.

“Mr. Kim is awake now, but he’s in trauma and not letting anyone touch him. We think you might be able to calm him down,” the nurse explained.

Jungkook frowned but nodded. The walk to Taehyung’s room felt strangely long and heavy, a weird feeling settling in his chest that he couldn’t quite place.

As they entered, he froze.

Taehyung was huddled in a corner, thrashing and crying like a wounded puppy. Doctors and nurses stood helplessly around him, trying to calm him.

Then Taehyung looked up.

And Jungkook gasped.

A pair of the most beautiful icy blue eyes stared back at him, filled with pain, trust, and something softer—love. Jungkook felt a strange, fleeting insecurity. Not because he lacked confidence—he was often called a narcissist—but because the fragile beauty in front of him seemed too perfect, too celestial.

Why had Taehyung hidden those eyes?

He wanted to ask, but this wasn’t the time.

The doctor encouraged Jungkook forward. He crouched down and whispered, "Tae..."

Taehyung looked up immediately, tears spilling. “K-Kookie... T-they... A—”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here. No one will hurt you, alright?” Jungkook reassured him.

Taehyung launched into his arms, sobbing. Jungkook held him tight, gently rocking him until the tremors subsided. He tucked Taehyung into bed, ready to leave when a soft plea stopped him.

“K-Kookie... s-stay.”

“I’m not leaving, baby.” Jungkook climbed into the bed beside him. Taehyung nuzzled into his chest.

Jungkook was grateful—though not sure to whom—when the doctor told him Taehyung might only feel safe around Jungkook. At least he was allowed to stay. Saying he wasn’t on cloud nine would’ve been an understatement.

Three weeks passed. Taehyung was discharged after three days and was told to be careful with his healing fracture.

Jungkook brought him to his mansion. Taehyung protested, but relented when Jungkook threatened to stop speaking to him.

Taehyung avoided public spaces, took leave from work, and rarely interacted with anyone but Jungkook. Even Joshua, despite his kind attempts, made Taehyung uneasy.

He barely left Jungkook’s room. Meals were left outside his door. Only when Jungkook returned each evening would he come out—for therapy.

Therapy was hell for him. The endless questions, odd exercises, emotional prodding—it exhausted him. But he went. Because Jungkook would pout, those doe eyes begging him, and Taehyung could never say no.

In these quiet, broken days, Jungkook noticed things. Taehyung had a sweet tooth and couldn’t resist desserts, even when upset. He couldn’t sleep without cuddling—something Jungkook secretly loved.

But there were puzzles too.

Why did Taehyung hide his icy blue eyes? Why did he hate roses so deeply? Why couldn’t he trust anyone? Who was the boy who helped him escape?

Taehyung was like a beautiful prisoner locked in a cage of his own mind. He needed someone to free him, and somehow Jungkook’s presence—the softness of his voice, the calmness of his heart—offered that safety. One wrong step could shatter it all, and Jungkook wasn’t willing to take that risk.

There was no lust or passion yet, but the intimacy of holding, of listening to silent heartbeats, of just being together, spoke volumes. It was ironic how quickly Jungkook began to understand Taehyung’s every mood, his smallest habits. Jungkook didn’t call it obsession. He called it love—pure, patient, and asking for nothing in return.

Such devotion could only come from soulmates.

One evening, Jungkook returned from work, utterly exhausted. He collapsed onto the mattress with a groan, eyes closed, hoping to nap.

But something felt wrong.

The bed was empty.

Taehyung was gone.

Jungkook sat up abruptly, his heart pounding. He checked the room, the bathroom, even the closet. Nothing.

Panic surged.

He ran to the garden—Taehyung’s usual retreat by the fish pond. Empty.

He asked the maids and servants. They last saw him on his way to therapy the previous night.

That terrified him.

Had Hwang taken him again?

"No!" he screamed, clutching his head in horror, pulling at his hair as the worst thoughts clouded his mind.

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