Ch Jungkook

Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung was roughly pushed into a brick wall, and the smell of damp, mold, and cheap tobacco filled his lungs. His heart pounded like a caged bird.

• Listen, wallet, quick!

Taehyung, trying to hide the trembling in his knees, clenched his teeth, ready for a blow rather than humiliation. But before the thug's fist fell, a new shadow appeared in the alley—tall and confident.

"I don't think you guys have any business here," Jungkook's voice was calm. He stepped forward, his athletic build speaking for itself. One glance, and the thugs, muttering threats, disappeared into the darkness.

The danger had passed, but the tension in the air only thickened. Jungkook turned to Taehyung.

"Is it okay?" His eyes slid softly over the younger man's face.

Taehyung, feeling a surge of shame and absurd resentment, recoiled. "You shouldn't have helped! I could have handled it myself!" he blurted out, turning away petulantly. Inside, everything burned with gratitude and irritation—he hated this weakness in front of him.

Jungkook merely chuckled, not looking away. He moved closer, closing the distance Taehyung was desperately trying to maintain.

"Of course I could have," Jungkook's voice became quieter, more intimate. "And this scratch? Was that part of your plans too?"