An arranged marriage. A cold man. A loud boy. And a house where love was never meant to grow. He never raised his voice. Never shouted. Never begged. But his silence was deafening. They called him emotionless. But behind every quiet stare... was a heart screaming to be held. This isn't a story of perfect love. It's the story of someone who tried to love a person who didn't believe they were allowed to be loved at all. No names. No promises. Just the quiet war between wounds and warmth. Because sometimes, the loudest cries are the ones no one hears. . . . . . . "I'm sorry... for caging you, Jungkook. I didn't mean to. I-I... never mind." . . . "You carry so much sadness, Taehyung. It's in your smile." . . . . "You... you loved me," Taehyung choked, voice cracking. "Even when I didn't know how to receive it." . . . . "I didn't need you to receive it," he said softly. "I just needed you to know you were always worth it."
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