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Jungkook is thirty-two and exquisitely undone.
Trapped inside a seven-year marriage that has learned how to function without love, he exists as something useful, gentle, and invisible. Once brilliant with hunger and ambition, he has been pressed into silence by obligation. Desire feels like a sin. Want feels like betrayal. He has learned how to survive without being seen.
But survival is not living.
Kim Taehyung is twenty-four and untouchable to the world.
Wealth wraps him in privilege, intelligence sharpens his every move, and his empire grows beneath hands steady enough to build and destroy. He is a devoted father, a magnetic presence, a man people trust instinctively. Yet when the lights go out, loneliness curls around his ribs like a second spine. He does not ache for success. He aches for permanence.
Someone who stays.
When Jungkook and Taehyung collide, it isn't gentle.
It's recognition.
A look held too long. A silence that tightens instead of breaks. Two men starved of tenderness finding it in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with devastating precision. What begins as fragile comfort mutates into something heavier. Need sharpens into obsession. Boundaries erode. Choices begin to rot.
Because love, when it arrives like this, does not ask permission.
Their connection unfolds through quiet betrayals and aching restraint, through moments that should end but don't. Through guilt that tastes like desire and devotion that feels dangerously close to ruin.
And buried beneath every stolen breath is a truth neither man wants to face:
Sometimes love does not heal.
Sometimes it demands a sacrifice.
And sometimes, it arrives not to save you,
but to undo you beautifully.