jungkook · taehyung · bl · kpop · pregnancy · supportive · mature · romance · korean · coming of age
That November night at the party blurred into fragments—flashes of light, the sour tang of cheap wine, a relentless beat from the speakers. Jungkook and Taehyung had always revolved around each other, but that evening became a fracture. A steamy bathroom crowded with tension, Taehyung’s tears after a harsh argument. The kiss was fierce and drunken. Later, a mattress on the floor, buried under a heap of jackets. A whispered ‘I’ve always…’ that trailed off into the dark. Come morning, they left in heavy silence, pretending it never happened. ——— The school office smelled of dust and old paper. Jungkook stared blankly out the window, the teacher’s lecture on the Cold War just background noise. His phone buzzed. A message from Taehyung—no words, just a photo. Two pink li…