Whispers Between The Walls

"I don't need saving," Taehyung says, his voice steady, though his gaze flickers with something unresolved.

Jungkook watches him, face unreadable. He steps closer, almost lazily, until he's close enough to see every guarded line in Taehyung's expression. "Then let me break you."

There's a heavy silence, but Jungkook doesn't stop. His fingers graze Taehyung's jaw, and his voice is cold, almost detached. "You really think pretending is strength? You're empty, Taehyung. And no one's ever going to fill that for you."

Taehyung swallows, but before he can respond, Jungkook pulls him in, crushing his lips in a kiss that's fierce, almost brutal. There's nothing soft in it, only a dark, consuming hunger, as if he's pulling every buried feeling to the surface. Taehyung's hands clench at Jungkook's shirt, caught between wanting to push him away and needing to pull him closer.

When they finally pull apart, Jungkook's gaze is intense, his voice a quiet, merciless whisper. "Does that feel like saving to you?"

Taehyung doesn't respond. They both know he doesn't have to.

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