Jungkook

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— We see everything. Every second, every fucking glance you take at this man.

“It’s just a friend,” he said, and the chip beeped treacherously, recording the lie.

— Friend? Your body releases oxytocin at the mere mention of his name. Do you think we don't know what you were doing under the covers thinking about him?

"We gave you everything," she whispered. "Control is love. And you traded us for some..."

• Don't you dare.

He hated this feeling—when his own hands stopped obeying him, when his feet were glued to the floor. They could make him stand here forever. They could make him stop loving. But the chip couldn't erase his memory.

Taehyung closed his eyes. And for the first time in seventeen years, he did something he hadn't been taught. He took a step. Not toward them—toward the door.

He ran. He ran, not feeling his legs, not feeling pain, not feeling anything but the desperate pounding of his heart.

The door to Jungkook's apartment was warm when he knocked. Taehyung leaned his forehead against the wood, hearing the chip's whine fade behind him. His eyes stung.

The door opened. Jungkook stood there in his pajamas, sleepy and disheveled. His expression went from surprise to fear—Taehyung must have looked like a ghost.

• Teh...