Jungkook

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Evening Seoul spread across the wet asphalt in shimmering patches. For Taehyung, the light was as hostile as the people in the crowd. Every stray glance from a passerby sent a physical ache through his chest, and the air felt thick and suffocating. He pressed his back against the cold wall of the coffee shop, trying to become invisible, but a stranger's hand roughly squeezed his wrist, and another body pressed shamelessly against his own.

"Such a doll, and all alone?" the stranger breathed out a fumes. "Come on, I'll warm you up."

Taehyung opened his mouth, but only a hoarse sound came out. His social anxiety turned his body to stone in moments of panic. He shook his head desperately, trying to pull his hand away, but the man's fingers only dug deeper into his skin, ignoring his silent pleas.

“I told you, I don’t want to,” Taehyung whispered, and this whisper was drowned out by the noise of the city.

Suddenly a wide shadow appeared between them.
"Problems?" The voice was low, calm, with velvety notes that resonated right in the chest. "He's with me."

Jungkook didn't raise his voice, but his posture conveyed such confidence that the stranger instantly pulled his hand back and disappeared into the crowd.

Taehyung slid down the wall, shaking slightly and clutching his knees. He waited for his savior to leave, but Jungkook simply squatted down next to him, not invading his personal space.

"Breathe," he said softly, looking somewhere over Taehyung's shoulder. "Inhale for four, exhale for two."