"you shouldn't be able to see me."
in school, there is one person kim taehyung despises the most: jeon jungkook, taehyung's homophobic bully.
yet, what lies beneath is for more devestating: taehyung is a cursed witch, bound to serve the one who summ...
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the flashbacks hit him like waves, uninvited and relentless, dragging him under every time he tried to claw his way up for air.
over the past days, jungkook's words seemed to echo off the walls of his small room.
the sneer, the mockery, the way the other boy had reduced him to nothing in a matter of moments. it was the kind of humiliation that stuck to your skin.
taehyung sat cross-legged on his bed, the edges of his blanket clutched tightly in his fists, his nails pressing crescents into his palms. he felt like screaming but settled for staring at the chipped paint of his wall, his jaw tight and his chest heavy.
it was jimin who had initially tried to cheer him up. a late-night phone call full of rants, suggesting everything from egging jungkook's door to transferring to another university altogether. but taehyung couldn't laugh. he couldn't even fake it.
his silence only prompted a softer, "tae, i'm serious. don't let him get in your head," before jimin gave up trying and instead launched into a monologue about the unflattering lighting at the university gym.
the truth was, jungkook wasn't just in his head.
he had taken up residence, sprawling out comfortably in every corner of taehyung's mind. the memories of the other boy's cold gaze, his condescending tone, and that dismissive laugh haunted taehyung.
also, uni had been shit for the past days - people were not even gossiping behind his back anymore, everyone did it right to his face.
apparently, someone has spread the rumor that taehyung had slept with a professor and now everyone looked at him differently
it was amidst this internal chaos that taehyung finally noticed the string of texts from yoongi.
the notifications had been piling up over the past day and a half, but he hadn't had the energy to respond. now, staring at the series of messages: simple check-ins, casual questions, and a final "come get coffee with me", he sighed.
maybe he needed the distraction.
he typed out a quick response: "sure. when?"
shortly later, taehyung sat across from yoongi in a cozy corner of a campus café.
the smell of roasted coffee beans and warm pastries filled the air, mingling with the hum of quiet chatter. yoongi looked effortlessly put-together, his dark hair slightly tousled and his sweater falling just right on his frame.
taehyung, on the other hand, felt like he was barely holding himself together.
"you look like you haven't slept in a week, baby" yoongi said, leaning back in his chair with a raised eyebrow.
