The Fruit of Sin | Taekook

The Fruit of Sin | Taekook

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Taehyung: "You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't exist in the spaces I claim for myself." Jungkook: "But I am. I'm already here. Can't you feel it?" Taehyung: "I feel it. Every reckless heartbeat, every pull I can't undo... but you mustn't mistake it for permission." Jungkook: "Then what is it? Tell me what this is between us, Taehyung." Taehyung: "It's fire. It's ruin. It's everything I can't afford and everything I crave." Jungkook : "You are here, in every corner of me... and yet, you're nowhere. You hurt me, and I still burn for you. Why can't I stop?" Taehyung : "I wanted order. I wanted control. And yet... you've shattered both. Every time I think I've pushed you away, I find you in my chest, in my thoughts, in every shadow I can't escape. I can't have you. I shouldn't want you. And still... I do."
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In a quiet house bound by silence and circumstance, Jungkook and Taehyung live as strangers under the same roof-tied together by a forced marriage neither of them chose, and a distance neither knows how to cross. Jungkook, gentle and guarded, carries the weight of a childhood starved of love-never touched, never chosen, never heard. Taehyung, once full of dreams, now only knows how to survive the day without falling apart. But one night changes something. A shared meal. A quiet invitation. A trembling confession under the stars. And slowly, painfully, something begins to shift. This is a story of quiet longing, of small kindnesses, of eyes that say more than mouths ever could. A story of two souls learning how to unlearn their loneliness. A slow burn. A gentle ache. A beginning. ------------- Okay so my first ever book I am writing...hope you guys like it...please do show love to the story

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