That night, Jungkook didn’t go there.
Instead, he sat on the worn couch in his tiny apartment, staring at the peeling wallpaper. His phone buzzed on the coffee table—his usual clients checking in, arranging schedules—but he ignored it.
Taehyung’s words echoed in his mind. “I don’t want him to feel like he has to do it alone.”
For years, Jungkook had convinced himself that he was alone, that he needed to be. Trusting people, letting them in—it only led to disappointment or pain. But Taehyung… he wasn’t like the others.....