Chon

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

It seemed to Taehyung that there was no safe place left for him in this world - the shadow of his stepfather followed him everywhere, threatening, causing his soul to freeze in the body that held the blue-violet inflorescences that blossomed from the man's hands.

Perhaps his whole existence was a mistake.

These thoughts, which settled like lead in the young man’s head, made him miss the moment when Jungkook, the owner of the house where Taehyung worked as a cleaner, returned and was now standing in the kitchen doorway, watching the worker crawling on the floor.

"If it doesn't come off, it's okay," the voice was calm, but Kim, downtrodden and timid, shuddered, hunching his shoulders as if expecting a blow. And Jungkook, who had never hit anyone himself, suddenly realized: this guy was used to every shout ending in pain.

That evening the man said nothing, but from then on his black eyes began to rest on the thin figure that tried to appear invisible, and his every action was quiet, slow, afraid to frighten.

Jungkook thought he understood: he'd seen Taehyung stay late to avoid going home, how he'd shown up for his shift early. He'd noted everything carefully—and he distinctly felt the image of the janitor's life echoing with a dull ache in his chest.

And especially now, when he looked at the young man reaching for the upper shelves, who did not notice how his side, colored with a bruise, was exposed.

"Did you treat the bruise?" Jungkook coughed, subtly getting his attention.