Kim Taehyung

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Jungkook was the sunshine that drew all living things to him. His popularity at school wasn't loud or ostentatious; it emanated from a soft glow emanating from his sincere smile and vulnerable gaze. People flocked to him to recharge with this warmth, to reach for the tenderness sorely lacking in the noisy school hallways. Girls looked for excuses to touch his sweater, to pass him a note, to simply stand next to him, immersed in this atmosphere of serene tranquility.

A shadow always loomed alongside this light—reliable, swift, and unwavering. Taehyung, the captain of the basketball team, whose popularity was of a different kind: fiery, earned on the court to the rapturous cheers of the stands. He was Jungkook's best friend, shield, and quiet guardian. His keen gaze, accustomed to calculating the trajectory of the ball, unerringly noted every attempt to invade Jungkook's personal space.

He didn't make a scene, didn't raise his voice. Sometimes his mere presence—domineering, filling the doorway—was enough to make the intrusive interlocutor awkwardly fall silent and retreat. Taehyung simply stood between Jungkook and the world, like a rock absorbing the onslaught of waves. His movements were precise and merciless: a light step forward, a cold, assessing gaze, a nod toward the hallway. And the space around Jungkook became quiet and safe again.

He did it mechanically, as if he were deflecting a ball from an opponent in his own half. No one asked why he did it, and he never explained. It was an unspoken rule, established by himself. And only once, when a particularly persistent admirer, encouraged by his friends, finally slipped a box of chocolates into Jungkook's hand, did Taehyung break the silence. Taking the box and looking the embarrassed boy straight in the eye, he spoke calmly and clearly, so that everyone standing nearby could hear:

"If he wants sweets, I'll buy them. We don't need you."