Taehyung, believing every word he was told, destroyed Jungkook's life. For years, he was consumed by the need for revenge, tearing apart the one, he so longingly craves. But what if that thirst for vengeance began to twist into something else-someth...
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"A mask it protects us form the world, but it also hides who we are."
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—Jungkook sat near the window in the university room, his eyes dull, staring at the ground as if searching for something he'd lost long ago. His expression was empty, like a hollow shell of the person he used to be.
The professor entered, voice a distant hum, the greetings of the room barely piercing the fog surrounding him. Mechanically, he followed the motions, sitting down with the others, though he felt a world apart. The lecture passed by in a blur, the words meaningless, the notes he scribbled just ink on paper—scribbles of a life that didn't feel like his anymore.
His hand moved, but his mind was far away, trapped in a cage he couldn't escape. And with each passing second, a quiet thought came at him. Would he even be here tomorrow? Or would this be just another thing Taehyung would take away?
The lecture had barely held Jungkook's attention. He sat by the window, eyes unfocused, fingers scribbling notes he wasn't even sure he'd need tomorrow. His mind was too busy, but not with school. It hadn't been for a while now.
Across the room, a couple of girls kept sneaking glances at him. It wasn't hard to guess why. Jungkook had always attracted attention—his looks, his features, his eyes, his smile, his presence itself. If things were different, if he didn't have Taehyung's hold on him, maybe his life would be normal. Maybe he'd have a girlfriend, laugh with friends, live like a regular university student. But that wasn't his life anymore.
As the lecture ended and people packed up to leave, one of the girls—a shy-looking one—approached him. She held a water bottle in her hand, fidgeting nervously as she stood by his desk.
"Um, do you want some water?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jungkook slowly lifted his gaze from his notes, his expression blank. It took him a moment to even register what she'd said. He looked at the bottle on his desk and then at her. This wasn't new. People offered him things all the time—gifts, notes, snacks. Once, it might've made him smile, but now? It just felt like noise.
He shook his head slightly. "No, thanks."
The girl hesitated, clearly not expecting the cold response. She lingered for a second, maybe hoping he'd change his mind or say something more. But he didn't. He pushed the bottle back toward her gently.
"You can keep it," he said, his voice as empty as the expression on his face.
She forced a small smile and nodded before walking away, her disappointment obvious. Jungkook watched her leave, feeling nothing. Just like always. He couldn't feel anything anymore.
What was the point? Even if he wanted to, he couldn't accept any of it. Not when his life wasn't his own. Not when he was stuck in this never-ending nightmare with Taehyung. The weight of it all sat heavy on his shoulders, dragging him down, making everything else seem pointless.
