Yours To Break (Vminkook)
Yσυɾ Tσ Bɾҽαƙ
The morning sun usually found the 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 in a state of absolute, reverent silence.
Nestled in the most exclusive district of Seoul, the mansion was less of a home and more of a gilded fortress a towering monument of glass, imported marble, and cold, unyielding wealth.
As the topmost crest of the sun began to paint the manicured gardens in gold, the heavy velvet drapes of the master suite were drawn back by a butler whose movements were as silent as a ghost.
Inside the sprawling bedroom, 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣 was already awake.
ᴀᴛ ꜰɪꜰᴛᴇᴇɴ, ᴊɪᴍɪɴ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ, ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ.
He sat at his vanity, lazily running a silver-backed brush through his soft hair.
His eyes a rare, mesmerizing shade of deep, 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿-𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 that seemed completely ethereal bored into his own reflection.
He wore a 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗸 𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗲 that cost more than an average citizen's yearly salary, draped loosely over his slight shoulders.
Park Jimin
Where is 𝗵𝗲, Madam Kang?
Jimin asked. His voice was cold and angry.
He didn't turn around to look at the elderly head housekeeper who stood near the door.
Mrs Kang
The Chairman’s flight landed an hour ago, Young Master.
Madam Kang replied, her hands clasped respectfully.
She had watched Jimin grow since infancy. She knew the cruelty he displayed to the world was a shield, but lately, that shield had grown incredibly sharp.
Mrs Kang
He sent the birthday packages ahead. They are currently being arranged in the main ballroom.
Jimin let out a harsh, mocking laugh, tossing the silver brush onto the marble countertop with a loud clack.
Park Jimin
Packages. Wonderful. Because nothing says '𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲' quite like a pile of cardboard boxes delivered by a courier while my father manages another corporate merger.
Mrs Kang
He is coming straight here, sir. He has never 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 your day.
Jimin stood up, his posture rigid, radiating a sassy, untouchable arrogance.
𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺.
Just last month, his father had to pay a lot of money to hide a big secret because Jimin was caught twice having 𝐬é𝐱 with a boy in an empty classroom. Jimin didn't love that boy.
He hadn't even blinked when confronted. He had simply smiled, watched his father's exhausted, pained expression, and walked away. It was a game. 𝗔 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗞𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗮 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺.
But today was supposed to be different. Today was the one day the game was supposed to pause.
Downstairs, the heavy oak doors of the mansion finally swung open.
Jimin descended the grand spiral staircase, his silk robe billowing behind him like a cape.
A sharp, mocking retort was already resting on his tongue, ready to be hurled at his father for being late.
But the words died in his throat.
ᴄʜᴀɪʀᴍᴀɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋ walked into the foyer, his expensive tailored suit slightly wrinkled from travel.
But he wasn't alone. Clutching the older man's coat sleeve was a creature that looked entirely out of place in the pristine, spotless mansion.
It was a boy. He looked no older than eleven, devastatingly frail, and covered in the dust of a rural ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ.
His oversized clothes were frayed, and his small hands desperately squeezed a battered, faded teddy bear with a missing button eye.
The boy kept his head bowed so low his chin practically touched his chest, his shoulders trembling like a leaf in a winter storm.
Jimin stopped on the bottom step, his blue eyes narrowing into slits of pure disgust.
Park Jimin
What is that? *spat, pointing a manicured finger at the child*
Park Jimin
Did the chauffeur hit a stray on the way here, Father? Why is there filth in our foyer?
Mr. Park
Jimin, watch your tongue.
Chairman Park said, his voice heavy with fatigue but carrying the weight of absolute authority.
He gently placed a hand on the young boy’s trembling shoulder.
Mr. Park
This is 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴. From today onward, he will be living with us. He is family now.
Jimin’s breath hitched. The air in the room turned suffocatingly cold. He could not believe his ears.
Park Jimin
Family? You bring a literal beggar into my home, on my birthday, and call him family?
Mr. Park
He is the son of my truest friend.
Chairman Park said in a serious, tired voice. He placed a hand on the scared boy’s shoulder.
Mr. Park
Years ago, before I had a single won to my name, it was Taehyung’s father who gave me his life savings to move to the city and start my first business. I became successful, and I... I got too busy. I forgot to look back. By the time I went to find him in his village on the mountain, he was gone. They found him in the river. It was a tragedy. Taehyung has no one left, Jimin. I am going to give him the future his father earned for him.
Jimin didn't care about the story. He didn't care about debts, or loyalty, or the tragic death of a mountain herbalist. All he saw was an intrusion.
𝗔𝗻 𝘂𝗴𝗹𝘆, 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸, 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺.
He stepped off the stairs, grabbing a priceless Ming dynasty vase from a nearby pedestal and hurling it onto the marble floor. It smashed into a thousand jagged pieces.
Taehyung flinched violently, letting out a silent, breathless gasp, hiding completely behind the Chairman.
Park Jimin
GET HIM OUT! SEND HIM TO AN ORPHANAGE! HE DISGUSTS ME!
Jimin screamed, his face flushing with anger. He stepped closer to Taehyung, violently reaching out to grab the boy's frayed collar.
Park Jimin
Look at me when I'm speaking to you, you worthless little rat! Speak! Tell my father you are leaving!
Taehyung didn't speak. He couldn't. His wide, terrified eyes finally lifted, looking up at the furious older boy for the 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.
In that fleeting, chaotic second, Taehyung forgot to breathe.
He had lived in a secluded mountain village his entire life, surrounded by forests and wild rivers.
ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ.
•• ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ, ᴊɪᴍɪɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴀɪʀʏ ᴛᴀʟᴇ—ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇꜱᴛ, ᴄʟᴇᴀʀᴇꜱᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ. ••
Taehyung’s heart swelled with a sudden, innocent wish that they could be friends.
But as he looked closer, he saw the absolute, ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍᴏᴜꜱ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜꜱ.
Taehyung quickly raised his small, shaking hands, frantically moving his fingers in swift, desperate patterns the unique language of signs his father had taught him.
Jimin stared at Taehyung's moving hands. His anger turned into shock and disgust.
Park Jimin
What the hell are you doing with your hands? Why aren't you speaking to me?!
Mr. Park
JIMIN, STOP IT! *roared, stepping between them*
Mr. Park
He can't hear you, and he can't speak! Taehyung is deaf and mute!
The revelation hung heavily in the silent foyer.
Jimin stared, a wave of profound revulsion washing over him. A defect. His father had replaced his presence on his birthday with a broken, silent boy from the mountains.
Park Jimin
A mute beggar *spat out, his voice dripping with pure venom*
Park Jimin
You brought a defective piece of trash into my house? Get him out! GET HIM OUT RIGHT NOW BEFORE I THROW HIM OUT MYSELF!
The sound of the slap was very loud in the quiet house. Madam Kang shocked and covered her mouth.
Jimin's head snapped to the side. For the first time in his life, his father had hit him. Slowly, with shaking fingers, Jimin touched his hot, red cheek. He was too shocked to cry.
He slowly looked at his father. Chairman Park looked shocked too, and he immediately felt sorry for hitting his son.
Mr. Park
Jimin... I am sorry...
But Jimin was not looking at his father anymore. He turned his sharp blue eyes toward Taehyung.
Taehyung was crying, tears running down his dirty face. He was shaking badly. He felt so scared and guilty. He did not mean to cause trouble.
Jimin stared at the crying boy. His cheek hurt, but inside his heart, something dark and dangerous grew. All his loneliness and anger now turned into hatred for Taehyung.
Park Jimin
You took my father away from me *thought, staring at the trembling eleven-year-old*
Park Jimin
You made him hit me.
A scary, cruel smile appeared on Jimin’s face. He leaned close to Taehyung and looked into his eyes, promising him a terrible life. His eyes clearly said:
Park Jimin
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨.
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Silent Taehyung broke my heart and Jungkook hasn’t even entered properly yet…
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And trust me babes next chapter is INSANE.
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Jeon Jungkook’s entry is coming and he’s arriving like a whole red flag on a superbike. 🏍️
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Trust me, angels this story only gets darker from here. 😈
His favorite little demon
The neon lights of 𝗦𝗲𝗼𝘂𝗹 blurred into streaks of hot pink and toxic green against the wet asphalt.
It was 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, and the city’s underground 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 circuit was alive.
The air smelled heavily of burning rubber, cheap alcohol, and high-octane fuel.
In the center of the roaring crowd stood a sleek, matte-black sports bike.
Leaning against it was a boy whose very presence commanded the chaotic space.
ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛ, ᴛᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴄᴀʀɢᴏ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴛꜱ.
ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇʟᴍᴇᴛ ʏᴇᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴠɪꜱᴏʀ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀꜱʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴏɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ, ꜰᴀᴄᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ.
He moved with a lazy, lethal grace the kind of effortless confidence belonging to a 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼 who feared absolutely nothing.
Park Bo-gum
Look who finally decided to show up. *mocking voice cut through the noise*
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗕𝗼-𝗴𝘂𝗺 walked forward, smirking arrogantly. He was flanked by his crew and a beautiful girl in a tight dress who was clinging to his arm.
Bo-gum had a massive grudge against the faceless rider. Every single time they raced on these streets, Bo-gum lost. But tonight, his smirk was wider, filled with a secret, dirty confidence.
Park Bo-gum
You're awfully quiet tonight.
Bo-gum sneered, stepping closer to try and intimidate the rider.
Park Bo-gum
What’s the matter? Scared you're going to lose your streak? My girl here came all this way to watch me take your crown. Right, babe?
The girl didn't answer Bo-gum. Her eyes were completely locked onto the tall, muscular frame of the black-clad rider. There was an intense, dangerous aura around him that made her blush.
The rider slowly reached up, clicking open his helmet and pulling it off in one smooth motion.
His dark hair was slightly damp with sweat, framing a sharp, strikingly handsome face.
His piercing eyes swept over Bo-gum with utter boredom, completely ignoring the insult. Then, his gaze flicked to Bo-gum's girlfriend. A slow, incredibly mocking smirk played on Jungkook's lips.
Jeon Jungkook
You brought your girl to watch you lose, 𝗕𝗼-𝗴𝘂𝗺?
Jungkook’s voice was a deep, gravelly purr that made the girl’s breath hitch. Jungkook chuckled, checking his leather gloves.
Jeon Jungkook
That’s a bold move. Usually, guys like to hide their embarrassment in private.
Bo-gum’s face turned bright red, his jaw clenching tightly. He wanted to swing at Jungkook right then and there, but he forced himself to take a deep breath.
Let him talk, Bo-gum thought, his fists shaking. He doesn't know what's coming. The race hasn't even started, and he's already done for.
Park Bo-gum
Just get on your bike.
Bo-gum growled, turning around and walking toward his own machine.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴.
Jungkook twisted the throttle, his bike tearing down the empty city highway.
The wind screamed against his jacket as he shifted gears seamlessly.
He looked completely at ease, handling the heavy machine as if it were an extension of his own body.
Behind him, Bo-gum was pushing his bike to the absolute limit. He kept waiting for the trap to spring.
He kept staring ahead, expecting Jungkook’s bike to wobble, to lose control, to crash horribly into the concrete barriers.
But Jungkook just kept glidng through the sharp turns with terrifying perfection.
Bo-gum’s heart sank into his stomach. Panic choked him. Why isn't it working? It was supposed to fail at high speed! By the time they hit the final straight stretch, Jungkook pulled the throttle back fully, leaving Bo-gum in a cloud of exhaust fumes.
Jungkook crossed the finish line effortlessly, spinning his bike around in a smooth, arrogant drift as the crowd erupted into cheers.
When Bo-gum finally skidded to a halt, he tore his helmet off, his face pale and sweating with anxiety.
Jungkook lazily hopped off his bike, walking over to Bo-gum with his hands stuffed inside his jacket pockets.
He looked completely unbothered, while Bo-gum’s crew and girlfriend stood back, looking incredibly uncomfortable.
Jeon Jungkook
You look a little stressed, Bo-gum.
Jungkook murmured, leaning down slightly to look him in the eye.
Jeon Jungkook
Were you expecting me to fly off the overpass?
Bo-gum choked on his breath.
Park Bo-gum
What... what are you talking about?
Jeon Jungkook
The mechanic you paid to mess with my brake lines tonight?
Jungkook tilted his head, a dark, dangerous glint in his eyes.
Jeon Jungkook
He’s an old friend of mine from the slums. He called me the second you handed him the envelope of cash. My team fixed the bike before the engines even warmed up.
Jungkook stepped closer, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper.
Jeon Jungkook
Cheating is one thing. But trying to put me in the hospital? My crew is going to ensure you never ride on these streets again.
Bo-gum’s eyes went wide. Furious and desperate, he raised his fist to punch Jungkook in the face.
But Jungkook didn't even flinch. In a split second, he caught Bo-gum’s wrist mid-air.
With a lazy, fluid motion, Jungkook spun Bo-gum around smoothly, twisting his arm behind his back like they were performing a twisted, dark tango.
Jungkook leaned down, his lips brushing against Bo-gum's ear, whispering in a low, teasing, dangerously sexy voice.
Jeon Jungkook
I'm really going to miss beating you on the asphalt, sweetheart.
Jeon Jungkook
But hey, if you ever miss the adrenaline... you can always come over and ride my díck instead. It's a much wilder ride.
Jungkook shoved him away with a sharp chuckle. Bo-gum stumbled forward, humiliated, frustrated, and shaking with pure rage. Without saying another word, he grabbed his girlfriend's hand and dragged her away.
The girl looked back over her shoulder, waving a small, shy goodbye to Jungkook. Jungkook just smirked and flashed her a lazy peace sign.
Walking back to his bike, Jungkook popped open a cold can of soda, leaning against the warm metal of his machine. He pulled out his phone. The screen lit up with a new notification.
It was from his best friend. His contact name was saved as "𝗟𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘁."
Jungkook opened the message, and a loud, explicit moan instantly echoed from the speaker.
The video showed two blurred bodies caught in a fierce, shameless act of passion.
Jungkook didn't even blink. He didn't look shocked or disgusted. he was completely used to this.
He casually paused the video and opened the voice note attached to it.
Instantly, a sweet, incredibly dripping, and sexy voice filled his ears—𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘁𝘆, 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵-𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿.
Unknown [Male]
📲 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐨~ Did you see that? I had Namjoon film it.
Unknown [Male]
📲 Do you think this angle is good? I'm going to send this exact video to the Snow White tonight.
Jungkook nearly choked on his drink.
That was what the brat called his fiancé. Mostly because Taehyung looked too pure for this world. And because annoying him was Jimin’s favorite hobby.
Unknown [Male]
📲 My lovely fiancé. Let's see if the mute little charity case still wants to marry me after seeing his future husband getting wrecked by someone else.
The voice groaned dramatically on the recording, completely shameless.
Unknown [Male]
📲 Ugh, I feel so bloated and sick today. Anyway, come meet me right now. Why are you even at that stupid, pointless race? I'm at the usual lounge downtown. Don't make me wait, you giant idiot.
Jungkook stared at the phone, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
To the rest of the world, Park Jimin was a cruel, spoiled, bad-bitch monster who ruined lives for fun.
He was a sex addict who never kept a partner for more than a month, and he absolutely loathed Kim Taehyung—the quiet boy his father had brought home years ago.
Jimin couldn't stand that someone so poor, weak, and quiet was living under his roof, let alone being arranged to marry him.
Jimin wanted to protect his status, and he hated that Jungkook was so hopelessly, deeply in love with Taehyung.
Jimin always told Jungkook to just screw off and let it go, but Jungkook couldn't.
Jungkook was completely whipped for Taehyung. He had a massive crush on him since they were kids. Jungkook could flirt with the entire city of Seoul, but the moment he was in front of Taehyung, his voice died in his throat.
He had never dated anyone, never even kissed anyone, because he was saving everything for Taehyung. He hated the idea of this marriage. He knew how toxic and cruel Jimin could be, and Taehyung deserved peace, not a lifetime of torment from a chaotic brat.
Yet, Jimin was still Jungkook’s best friend. Their bond was messy, dirty, and toxic, but Jimin was the only person Jungkook could be entirely real with.
He had cleaned up Jimin's vomit when he drank too much, he had gone to jail because of Jimin's wild schemes, and his own parents hated the boy. But they were best friends. They cursed at each other, fought like dogs, but stood by each other through everything.
Jungkook snapped his phone shut, pushing his dark thoughts away. His ribs ached slightly from a minor wipeout during practice the day before. Walking with a slow, powerful stride, he crossed the street toward a 24-hour convenience store.
The bell chimed as he pushed the glass door open. He grabbed a strong pack of painkillers and a cold bottle of water, tossing the cash onto the counter without waiting for change.
And walked out back into the neon night, heading straight toward the location 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 had sent him.
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So… how was Jungkook’s entry? 😭
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Vote. Comment. Bark. Do your duties properly.
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And yes yes, calm down Taehyung and Jimin are coming too.
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Stay tuned, babies.
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The toxicity has only stretched its legs so far. 🖤
Run while you still can.
Just a quick reminder: anything inside [ ] is sign language. 🤍
The mountains of Jeongseon had always felt different from the rest of the world.
Maybe it was because the air was cleaner. Maybe it was because people here still smiled without wanting anything in return.
Or maybe it was because this was the last place where Kim Taehyung could still feel his father's presence.
The morning sun filtered through the tall pine trees, scattering golden light across the forest floor.
A cool breeze danced through the valley, carrying the scent of wild herbs and damp earth.
Kim Taehyung walked through the damp woods smoothly.
At twenty-five years old, he was incredibly handsome. The kind of handsome that made strangers stop walking. The kind of handsome Taehyung himself never noticed.
He looked less like a researcher wandering through a mountain forest and more like someone who belonged inside a painting.
He had sharp cheekbones, a soft jawline, and thick, dark hair that the cool mountain breeze playfully swept across his forehead.
He wore a simple, loose linen shirt and neat, brown trousers. It was a plain and useful outfit, but on his tall body, it looked like high fashion.
Taehyung stopped near a patch of wild plants and knelt down. He was very smart and moved carefully, showing great respect for nature.
He adjusted the strap of his leather camera, angling the lens to capture the exact structure of the leaf before documenting its coordinates in his leather-bound notebook.
Taehyung was a certified doctor of plants and medicines (a pharmacologist). He had passed his university exams in the city with top marks.
But his real knowledge came from his late father, Mr. Kim. While city doctors used chemicals, Taehyung’s father knew everything about natural herbs.
He could make medicines for dangerous sicknesses that usually cost a lot of money in big hospitals. He always gave these medicines to the poor villagers for free.
Taehyung could have easily accepted a prestigious position in Seoul.
Instead, he came back here.
Back to the dream that never got the chance to breathe.
His father had wanted affordable medicine. Medicine for people who couldn't choose between food and survival. Medicine that wouldn't force poor families into debt.
A dream too big for a man with too little money. A dream that died with him.
Or at least that was what everyone believed.
The village people believed Mr. Kim had killed himself by jumping into the deep river near the mountain. Taehyung gripped his pencil tightly.
Suicide. He would never believe it. Because the man who raised him wasn't weak. The man who taught him sign language by candlelight wasn't weak. The man who smiled through hunger wasn't weak. The man who spent his life helping strangers wasn't weak.
His father was not a coward. Years ago, Taehyung’s mother had run away with a rich man because she thought his father was crazy for helping poor people for free.
But Taehyung did not care about her. His father was his whole world. Now, Taehyung wanted to fulfill his father’s dream: to make these natural medicines so cheap that no poor person would die just because they lacked money.
Taehyung was completely deaf and mute. He could not hear or speak, but he was very smart and noticed everything. He knew how selfish and mean people in the big city could be. He had seen the bad side of rich people except for one person.
His father’s childhood friend had taken him in, financed his education, and provided every comfort without a single demand. Mr. Park had even gone as far as learning sign language just to ask Taehyung how his day was. For that debt of honor and love, Taehyung would give anything. Even if it meant marrying Mr. Park's wild and troublesome son.
Mr. Park believed only Taehyung's grounding presence could save Jimin from his dark, spiral of a life.
Taehyung looked down at his left hand. On his finger was an expensive platinum engegment ring with a big diamond. It felt like a heavy chain.
Park Jimin. Just thinking of that name made Taehyung feel uneasy.
Jimin, the breathtakingly beautiful, blue-eyed terror who possessed the face of an angel and the cruelty of a demon.
A text-book brat; self-obsessed, a former teenage drug abuser, a current notorious séx addict, and a man who utterly loathed Taehyung's existence.
Taehyung remembered the absolute horror of their childhood. how Jimin used to mock him, treat him like an unpaid servant, and orchestrate brutal school bullying just because Mr. Park dared to give Taehyung affection.
The torment had ended years ago when Jimin fled to New York, but the scars remained. Jimin had never bothered to learn a single gesture of sign language. To Jimin, Taehyung was a subhuman inconvenience. Even if Taehyung wrote notes, Jimin would rip them up or burn them without reading a single word.
As Taehyung reached the village road, he saw someone waving at him. It was Mrs. Choi, a kind older woman who lived nearby.
She stepped right in front of him so he could see her face. She began to use her hands to talk to him. The older villagers had learned a simple version of sign language so they could communicate with Taehyung.
Mrs. Choi
[You forgot lunch again.]
*signing aggressively *
Taehyung laughed silently. Then raised his hands and signed back with a sweet smile.
Kim Taehyung
[Good afternoon to you too.]
Mrs. Choi
*rolled her eyes*
[Don't charm me.]
Mrs. Choi
[I just made fresh kimchi. Come inside and eat.]
*pointed toward her house*
Kim Taehyung
*pointed toward the basket*
[I'm working.]
Mrs. Choi
[You're skinny.]
Taehyung looked down at himself. Then back at her.
Mrs. Choi
[Your father argued exactly like that.]
That made him smile. The old woman's expression softened immediately. For a second she looked emotional. Then she pinched his cheek. Hard. Taehyung looked offended. Mrs. Choi looked pleased.
Five minutes later, he found himself seated at her dining table
The house smelled like kimchi stew and childhood memories. Several other village elders were already there. The second Taehyung entered, they all brightened.
Mrs. Han
[Oh look! ]
*signed*
Mrs. Han
[Our village prince is back.]
Mrs. kwang
*pointed at him*
[Still not married?]
Taehyung immediately regretted coming. The women burst into laughter.
Mrs. Choi
[Honestly, Taehyung.]
Mrs. Choi put a big bowl of food on the table. Then, her smile disappeared, and she looked at him seriously.
Mrs. Choi
[You look exactly like your father]
*sighed, but her eyes were teasing*
Mrs. Choi
[He was so handsome that all the girls in the village used to pretend to hurt their ankles just so he would carry them to his clinic.]
Taehyung rubbed his forehead. Not again. Mrs. Han pointed at him.
Mrs. Han
[You know I had a crush on your father.]
Mrs. kwang
*scoffed*
[We all did.]
Mrs. kwang
*added*
[If he smiled at me one more time I would've left my husband.]
The entire table burst into laughter. Taehyung nearly choked. Great. His father was apparently the village heartbreaker. Wonderful information. Absolutely necessary.
Mrs. Han
[Now his son is doing the same thing.]
Kim Taehyung
*signed innocently*
[I've done nothing.]
The women immediately booed.
More laughter. Even Taehyung couldn't stop smiling.
The topic changed. Straight to Park Jimin. The smiles vanished.
Mrs. Choi
[You shouldn't marry that Park boy.]
The room became quiet. Taehyung froze. His smile weakened slightly.
Mrs. Choi
[Taehyung, we respect Mr. Park, but his son is a horrible kid. The whole country knows about his bad behavior!]
Taehyung looked down at his hands, his smile fading.
He raised his hands to reply gently.
Kim Taehyung
[Please don't talk about him like that.]
The table fell quiet. He continued signing. Slowly. Patiently.
Kim Taehyung
[People aren't born that way. Something made him become who he is.]
The room fell silent. Mrs. Han looked unconvinced. Very unconvinced.
Mrs. Han
*slammed her hand on the table, her eyes fiercely protective*
[He is a shameless beast!]
Mrs. Han
*added angrily, her hands moving sharply*
[Remember when you were fifteen and he made his friends beat you up? You stayed in the hospital for a month because you told his dad about his drug habit! How can Mr. Park force you into this?]
A flash of memory crossed Taehyung's mind. Hallways. Laughter. Pain. Hospital lights. Loneliness.
He looked down at his rice bowl, the warmth leaving his smile. He placed his hands on the edge of the table, then raised them to reply carefully.
Kim Taehyung
[Mr. Park saved me when I had nothing. He believes that if I am beside Jimin, I can help him find stability.]
Taehyung paused, his dark eyes looking sad.
Kim Taehyung
[Besides... look at me. I cannot speak, I cannot hear, and I have no fortune. If anything, the public believes a prince like him deserves someone far grander than a quiet mountain doctor.]
Mrs. Choi scoffed collectively, clearly thinking Jimin didn't deserve a single hair on Taehyung's head.
Mrs. Choi
[Don't you dare say that! He is garbage wrapped in silk! And what happens after the wedding?]
*pressed, leaning forward*
Mrs. Choi
[Mr. Park wants both of you to live here in the mountains for a few years so you can do your research. Do you think a spoiled rich boy from Seoul will want to live in a quiet village? He will hate you.]
Taehyung stopped moving his hands. The idea of Park Jimin who only loved luxury, drinking, and wild parties...living in a quiet mountain cabin was almost funny. Taehyung knew Jimin would hate this place.
Suddenly, Taehyung felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket. He pulled it out.
It was a message from an unknown number, but Taehyung knew exactly who it was. This was the second message his fiancé had sent him since their forced engagement. The first one had been a drunk voice note full of curses that Taehyung couldn't hear, followed by a text that said: “Die.”
This time, it was a video.
With a steady hand, Taehyung pressed play.
There was Park Jimin. His face was pink, his blonde hair was messy, and his blue eyes looked wild. He was smirking right at the camera. He was wrapped in the arms of a tall, handsome man Kim Namjoon, Jimin's current rich boyfriend.
The video showed everything. It was highly explicit and dirty. Jimin was doing it on purpose to look shameless and bratty, letting another man touch his body the same body that was supposed to belong to Taehyung in a few weeks.
Taehyung’s breath stopped for a second. He quickly closed the video before it could finish. His fingers tightened around the phone.
Another message appeared.
Unknown [Male]
💬 Like what you see, Snow White? 🍎
Unknown [Male]
💬 Don't worry, if you didn't get enough, I can send you another clip from a different angle where he’s taking me from behind. 👅
Unknown [Male]
💬 Break off the marriage, you mute charity case. I would rather jump off a high building than let someone like you touch me. You don't deserve me. This is what your life will look like after marriage if you don't cancel it.
Unknown [Male]
💬 Trust me, mountain prince. You'll be happier. I am definitely not husband material. 😇
Unknown [Male]
💬 Run while you still can.
Taehyung stared at the screen. His face became completely still and expressionless. The cold mountain wind blew against his skin, but he did not move. He touched the screen and deleted the video and the message immediately.
Slowly, Taehyung looked down at the expensive platinum ring on his finger... the ring Jimin had angrily forced onto his hand at the party while whispering.
Unknown [Male]
Don't you dare look at me, you mute freak.
He bit his lip so hard that he could taste a little bit of blood.
The pain didn't come from the mean words. It came because he realized how dark his future life was going to be.
Through the glass door, Mrs. Choi was waving at him. She was holding a box of food she had packed for him to take back to his cabin.
Taehyung closed his eyes for a second and breathed in the fresh mountain air. When he opened his eyes, he hid his sadness. He put the phone back in his pocket, put a bright, happy smile on his face, and walked back inside.
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Taehyung: 🌿📚✨
Jimin: 🍷💋🔥🚩
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Mr. Park: Taehyung will fix my son.
Taehyung: Sir, I'm a doctor, not a magician. 😭
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Anyway, Next chapter, Park Jimin is finally making his grand entrance. Please keep your expectations low and your helmets on. ⛑️
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