Fragments of fragile heart

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Just two more little emotional chapters left, and after that, it’s all about love and love  Get ready for a mix of heartfelt moments and pure romance ahead!

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Some days had passed, and tonight, Jungkook lay on top of Taehyung on the couch, his head pressed against Taehyung's chest as they watched a movie. The room was dimly lit, the only glow coming from the television screen, casting soft shadows around them. Taehyung absentmindedly ran his fingers through Jungkook's hair, his mind elsewhere.

Jungkook, though lost in the warmth of Taehyung's embrace, noticed the way Taehyung's touches were softer, more absentminded than usual. He tilted his head slightly, glancing up.

"You're distracted," Jungkook murmured.

Taehyung blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "Huh?"

Jungkook studied him for a moment. "What's wrong?"

Taehyung hesitated before shaking his head. "Nothing, love. Just thinking."

Jungkook frowned. He didn't believe him. "Thinking about what?"

Before he could press further, Taehyung cupped his face, gently caressing his cheek. "You ask too many questions," he whispered, his voice laced with fondness.

Jungkook's breath hitched when Taehyung pulled him up until they were face to face. His fingers ghosted over Jungkook's jaw, tracing every line and curve with reverence.

"I love you," Taehyung murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "More than words, more than actions, more than anything I've ever known."

Jungkook didn't respond. He only stared, completely captivated.

Taehyung leaned in, his lips barely brushing against Jungkook's-so close, yet not quite touching. Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest, mirroring Taehyung's own erratic heartbeat.

And then, instead of kissing him, Taehyung pulled back just slightly, brushing Jungkook's hair from his eyes before pressing a lingering kiss to his closed eyelids. One. Then the other.

Jungkook's breath hitched, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Taehyung was loving him without taking, giving without expecting.

A deep sigh left Jungkook's lips as Taehyung wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Sleep, my love," Taehyung whispered, his lips brushing against Jungkook's temple.

Just as Jungkook was about to drift off, Taehyung's phone buzzed. His body tensed slightly before he quickly silenced it.

Jungkook, half-asleep, mumbled, "Who was that?"

Taehyung smiled, brushing his fingers through Jungkook's hair. "Nothing important," he murmured, locking his phone and tucking it away.

Jungkook wanted to question him further, but his exhaustion won, and he let himself sink into the warmth of Taehyung's embrace.

Moments later, Taehyung carefully lifted Jungkook into his arms, carrying him bridal-style to their room. He laid Jungkook down gently, pulling the covers over him before slipping in beside him.

Taehyung held him close, feeling the steady rise and fall of Jungkook's breathing against his chest.

Then, when he was sure Jungkook was asleep, Taehyung slowly opened his eyes. He reached for his phone, replying to the message that had interrupted their moment.