Taehyung was once the bright light in every room-the boy who's laughs had the power to light up another's world, who spread positivity and warmth to everyone around him. He was the friend you could count on, the one who never let anything dull his s...
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POV:
Jungkook stood frozen in the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. His hands clenched into fists, his mind racing, but his body refused to move. He had been watching everything unfold, standing on the sidelines like a coward. His friends had been the ones to torment Taehyung, and he hadn’t done a thing to stop them.
"Why didn’t I stop them?"
The words whispered through his mind over and over, each repetition like a slap to his face. He had stood there, motionless, as Taehyung was humiliated, drenched in that foul water. Every harsh word, every cruel laugh had echoed in Jungkook’s ears, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t.
I couldn’t stop them.
Jungkook’s gaze flickered to Taehyung, who stood in the center of the room, soaking wet, humiliated, a broken expression on his face. The light in his eyes had dimmed, and that, more than anything, made Jungkook’s chest tighten with a painful, suffocating sensation.
But no. It was worse than just the helplessness he felt. The real weight was the part of him that had enjoyed watching it.
He hated that he was thinking this way, but a part of him had been satisfied. There was a twisted part of him, angry and resentful, that found some sort of grim satisfaction in seeing Taehyung knocked down, seeing him hurt. It was the part of him that was tired of being the one who always protected him, the one who had always been there.
Why did he even need my protection? Jungkook thought, angry at himself for even feeling this way. Why did I keep protecting him?
But the truth was, Jungkook hated that part of him. He hated the anger. He hated the betrayal. He hated that he couldn’t just... care anymore.
He left the classroom in a hurry to find taehyung .
And that’s when it hit him.
Taehyung’s voice.
Faint, but there.
A sob. A quiet, broken sound that made Jungkook’s blood run cold. His heart clenched tightly, as though something sharp had pierced through him.
He turned and made his way toward the restroom, pushing through the crowd that seemed to part without him even needing to ask. The sobs grew louder, each one like a dagger to his chest.
Taehyung was crying.
Taehyung...
He reached the door, his hand trembling as he pushed it open just a crack. And there he was, kneeling on the cold tiles of the restroom floor, face buried in his hands. His shoulders shook with every sob, and the sound—god, the sound—was unbearable.
