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...
He looked at Taehyung, his heart breaking all over again. There was no hatred in Taehyung’s eyes—only pain. A pain so deep, so raw, that it eclipsed everything else. And Jungkook knew, in that moment, that no apology could ever mend what he had broken.
“Tae...” he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. “I... I’m sorry...”
Taehyung’s smile softened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Sorry?” he echoed. “Sorry won’t change what you did, Jungkook. Sorry won’t erase the nights I spent crying myself to sleep. Sorry won’t take back the words you threw at me like knives.”
Jungkook’s body trembled, the poison burning through him. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in his heart. He reached out, his fingers brushing Taehyung’s cheek. “I... I never wanted to... hurt you...”
Taehyung’s eyes glistened, a tear slipping down his cheek. For a moment, the mask slipped, and Jungkook saw it—the broken boy beneath. The boy he had loved. The boy he had destroyed.
“I know,” Taehyung whispered, his voice cracking. “But you did.”
Silence stretched between them, heavy with everything unsaid. Jungkook’s knees gave out, and he sank to the floor, his body wracked with sobs. Taehyung watched him, his expression unreadable.
“I hope... this pain... helps you understand,” Taehyung murmured, his voice distant. “I hope it helps you see... what you did to me.”
Jungkook’s vision faded, the room growing darker. His last sight was Taehyung, standing over him, tears streaming down his face. And in that moment, Jungkook knew—this was love, twisted and broken. And it was his fault.
The night was quiet except for the soft rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of the Han River. The bridge lights cast a faint glow over the grassy bank where Jungkook lay, the world around him blurring. The grass beneath him felt oddly ticklish, a cruel contrast to the burning pain coursing through his veins. Every breath felt heavier, more labored, but his focus remained on the figure above him.
Taehyung.
Taehyung stood still, his eyes fixed on Jungkook, a numb, trembling smile playing on his lips. Tears welled in his eyes, glistening like broken stars. He knelt down, the soft rustle of his movements almost drowned out by the pounding in Jungkook’s ears.
“Kookie,” Taehyung whispered, his voice cracking. “I love you... You know that, right?”
Jungkook’s vision flickered, but Taehyung’s face remained clear—etched into his soul. When Taehyung gently lifted his head, cradling it in his lap, Jungkook felt the world tilt. The tears streaming down Taehyung’s face fell like rain, each drop a silent confession.
Jungkook’s senses dulled one by one. The distant sounds of the city faded. The cold wind lost its bite. But one thing remained—his love for Taehyung. It burned brighter than the poison eating away at him. And in that moment, he made a silent vow. If dying would free Taehyung from this burden, then so be it.
With the last of his strength, Jungkook lifted his trembling hand, cupping Taehyung’s tear-streaked cheek. His fingers brushed against the soft skin, a touch filled with all the words he could no longer say. The other hand lay limp on the grass, numb, forgotten.
“I... I love y—you, Taetae,” Jungkook stuttered, his voice a fragile whisper, barely carried by the wind. His eyes searched Taehyung’s, seeking something—maybe forgiveness, maybe understanding. Maybe a promise that this pain would mean something.
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his eyes widening. Jungkook tilted his head, a silent plea passing between them. Taehyung understood. He leaned down, their faces inches apart, and pressed his lips gently to Jungkook’s. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a peck—soft, fleeting. A whisper of what could have been.
Jungkook’s heart ached more than his body. Even now, he held back. Even now, he feared hurting Taehyung. The taste of salt from Taehyung’s tears lingered, mingling with the metallic tang of blood on Jungkook’s lips.
Taehyung pulled back, his eyes searching Jungkook’s face, guilt and something darker swirling within them. He traced Jungkook’s jaw with trembling fingers, his touch almost reverent. “Why, Kookie?” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Why did you do it? Why did you destroy us?”
Jungkook’s eyes fluttered, the world growing dimmer. He wanted to answer, to explain, but words failed him. All he could do was stare into Taehyung’s eyes, silently pleading for understanding, for absolution.
Taehyung’s smile wavered, his tears falling faster. “I wanted to hate you,” he confessed, his voice raw. “I wanted to make you suffer, to feel what I felt. But... it hurts. It hurts so much, Kookie.”
Jungkook’s vision was a blur, but he forced himself to look at Taehyung, to memorize the face he had loved and betrayed. His lips parted, but the words never came. All that remained was the raw, silent scream of his heart.
Taehyung’s hands trembled as he cradled Jungkook’s face. “Sleep, Kookie,” he whispered, tears streaming freely. “Let go. This... this is my love for you. Twisted. Broken. Poisoned.” He laughed, a hollow, broken sound. “Just like us.”
The world faded to black, but the last thing Jungkook saw was Taehyung’s face, tear-streaked and beautiful, a tragic portrait of a love that had been their salvation and their ruin.
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