Kim Taehyung

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The courtyard was old, with cracked asphalt and swings that creaked in the wind. Jungkook grew up here—skinny, nimble, and always with scraped knees. Taehyung lived in the next building, two years older and a head taller. Jungkook would climb into other people's gardens for apples, break windows with a ball, and fight with the boys from the neighboring yard. Taehyung was always on time.

The years passed. Jungkook grew up, but he didn't change. Mischievous, disobedient, and brash. Taehyung grew up too—calm, taciturn, with a heavy gaze. He didn't yell or lecture. He simply showed up whenever Jungkook got into trouble and pulled him out.

Taehyung spent two years building the bike. It was old, Japanese, and stripped down to every last screw. He spent evenings, weekends, and vacations with it.

That day, Jungkook came home late. Drunk, angry, with scraped knuckles. Taehyung was waiting for him in the yard. Standing by the bike. Jungkook approached and said something harsh. Taehyung responded calmly. Jungkook lost his temper. He grabbed the first stone he came across—just to do something, to vent his anger. And threw. Without thinking. Without aiming. The stone hit the gas tank. A deep, ugly mark. Then another. Then Jungkook kicked the mirror. It crunched.

Taehyung watched. Silently. As Jungkook broke what he'd spent two years putting together. Then he stepped forward. Abruptly. Grabbed Jungkook by the lapels. Pressed him against the wall. So hard that Jungkook hit the back of his head. His eyes—dark, furious. For the first time in twenty years.

"What are you doing?" he yelled, his voice breaking into a croak.

Jungkook froze. He didn't breathe. Taehyung never screamed. Never grabbed. Never looked like he was ready to kill.

"I spent two years putting it together," Taehyung shook it. "Two years, every evening, every weekend. I spent everything I had on it."