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He never planned to love him.
Taehyung lived in control - cold, untouchable, buried in power and silence after losing everything that once made him human. Love, to him, was a weakness... a risk he could never afford again.
Then Jungkook entered his life.
Not as someone he chose.
But as someone he needed.
A deal. A name. A presence that stayed quietly in the background of his dangerous world. Jungkook was never supposed to matter... never supposed to be more than a tool he used when required.
But Jungkook didn't leave.
Didn't break.
Didn't beg.
He stayed.
Through cold nights, through distance, through a love that was never spoken... Jungkook slowly began to feel something Taehyung refused to give. And in that silence, something fragile began to grow - something Taehyung never learned how to recognize.
Until the moment Jungkook started slipping away.
And suddenly, the man who never believed in love...
found himself losing the only person who ever truly stayed.
Now, it's not about control anymore.
It's about regret.
And jealousy.
Because watching Jungkook move on...
is the one thing Taehyung was never prepared to face.