Vigu

Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Winter in Korea breathed icy fangs, and the snow, like a traitor, drew the earth's wounds into a white silence. Taehyung, a South Korean sergeant, was striding through a blizzard when his boot struck something solid—not a rock, not a log, but a body. The North Korean soldier, Jungkook, lay like a broken sword, the blood on his uniform frozen like ruby ​​frost.

"You're either a fool or a saint," Taehyung whispered, lifting him. The enemy's weight was lighter than expected—hunger and cold had already begun their work.

In the barracks, locked in his little room, Taehyung stripped Jungkook's frozen clothes off, his fingers trembling not from the cold, but from forbidden curiosity. The northerner's wounds were as deep as the chasm between their countries, but Taehyung stitched them up with the tenderness of one who was mending a broken vase.

Jungkook woke up with a growl, his eyes like coals in the ashes. "Why?" he hissed, but Taehyung merely raised a spoonful of soup to his lips. "Because you're not dead yet."

The days flowed like slow poison. Jungkook was rude, he broke things, but at night, when Taehyung read by the dim lamp, the northerner noticed something strange—his heart sank, as if caught in a trap. And one day, when Taehyung accidentally touched his wrist, Jungkook felt a flame run through his veins.

"You..." he began, but Taehyung put a finger to his lips. "Quiet. The walls here are traitors."