June

Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

From a young age, Taehyung was haunted by the demon of the forbidden. He was drawn to the dark corners of the internet, and his conscience gnawed at him for this attraction. "What is written with a pen cannot be cut out with an axe" – fate decreed so, and there was no turning back.

Having barely turned sixteen, he embarked on a slippery slope, turning the city into a minefield of dead drops. Taehyung hoped for luck to be on his side, but three years later, the house of cards his illusions had collapsed, burying his hope in the rubble. "Stuck in a swamp"—that's how one could describe his situation.

One day, as if doomed, he set out for his final circle of hell. A stash, a photo report—a routine that suddenly turned into a nightmare. An interception, an alley, a shroud—and the world plunged into chaos.

He woke up tied up, pain piercing his body like a thousand needles. Where is he? Who are these animals? A blow to the stomach—and consciousness returned in painful jerks.

"Speak, bitch!" they growled, demanding the curator's name. Silence followed, and a new wave of pain washed over Taehyung.

A few days later, the door swung open. Taehyung cringed, but instead of further torture, he felt the warmth of strong arms wrapped around his waist.

"Shh... everything will be okay now," it sounded like a mantra. Taehyung clung to the stranger like a life preserver, seeking comfort in his neck.