Jeon Jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook sat on a hard chair against the wall of the piano classroom, trying to breathe quietly and blend into the wallpaper. The teacher allowed him to stay—a gesture that Jungkook immediately sensed not as kindness, but as a demonstration of power over the person Jungkook loved most.

The first bars flowed powerfully, precisely. Taehyung played brilliantly, but his boyfriend felt not the music, but the incredible tension and pain emanating from him in waves.

And then it happened: a barely perceptible falseness, a tiny stumble. The music stopped so abruptly, it was as if someone had slit your throat.

And so the hell began. Error – silence – a cold "from the beginning" – another try – error. An hour. An hour and a half. Taehyung played more and more quietly, as if he were shrinking, trying not to breathe, so as not to make a mistake, but he still faltered – from fatigue, from fear, from mounting pain.

That's when Jungkook saw.

At first, it was just a wet glimmer on a black key. Then another on another. Taehyung, gritting his teeth, played the most complex part of the piece, and with each stroke, a tiny, clear scarlet imprint remained on the ivory. Blood seeped from beneath the abraded skin of his fingertips, mixing with sweat, spreading in a ghostly pink pattern across the keys.

That was enough.

Jungkook stood up, his eyes flashing menacingly.

"That's it," his voice was quiet but confident. "The game is over. Let's go, Taehyung," and under the teacher's heavy gaze, he approached his beloved, taking his hand gently but insistently.