TOO YOUNG ||TAEKOOK||

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                  TAEHYUNG POV

"Older brother?" I look at Jungkook, trying to understand.

Jungkook sighs, his gaze distant. "My half-brother, Tae. My stepmother’s son."

"Your half-brother?" I say softly, disbelief in my tone. "Why... why is he so harsh with you?"

Jungkook looks away, eyes unfocused. "He's always been like that... It’s complicated, like I told you before, Tae."

Sadness engulfs me as I witness the hurt in Jungkook's eyes. "But it doesn’t seem fair, hyung," I say gently. "Half-brother or not, he has no right to treat you this way."

Jungkook offers a sad smile. "I know, Tae. I do all this for my brother. You know that—"

A knock on the door interrupts us.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Jeon, the photographer is here."

"Alright," Jungkook replies, turning to me. "Go to work, we’ll talk later." I nod, and he leaves the room.

As Jungkook leaves, I return to my workspace, my mind racing with thoughts of him. I can’t help but feel protective over him, wishing I could shield him from the harshness of his family and his father's disapproval.

**

Hours pass as I immerse myself in work, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Jungkook hyung. The weight of his struggles feels heavy on my heart, and I can’t shake the feeling of helplessness.

After finishing my tasks for the day, I decide to check on Jungkook. I find him in his office, staring blankly at his computer screen. He looks up as I enter, and a faint smile touches his lips.

"Hey," I say softly, closing the door behind me.

"Hey," he replies.

"How are you holding up?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It’s been a rough day, but I’ll manage."

"What time do you finish?" I ask. "We can go home together."

Jungkook shakes his head. "I’ll be working late, Tae. You should go ahead."

I frown, not wanting to leave him alone. "I can wait for you, hyung. It’s no problem."

"No, really," Jungkook insists. "I don’t want you waiting around. It could be hours."

"I don’t mind," I say, my voice firm. "I want to make sure you’re okay."

Jungkook’s eyes soften, but he remains resolute. "Tae, please. I appreciate it. Just go home, think about your mother, and we’ll see each other tomorrow."

"Okay, but if you need anything, call me." I move closer to him and place a kiss on his forehead.

He smiles. "I will. Thank you, Tae."

**

As the office quiets down, I glance at the clock. It’s already late, but my thoughts keep circling back to hyung. I had told him I would go home, but something inside me just couldn't leave him alone.

I gather my things and head towards the exit. Stepping outside, the cool night air hits my face, and I take a deep breath. The city lights are shimmering, and the streets are quiet. I start walking towards my car but stop abruptly, my feet rooted to the spot. I can’t just leave him like this.

Turning around, I decide to wait for Jungkook.

I find a small bench under a streetlight and sit down. The cool breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees, and the distant hum of the city creates a calming background noise. Minutes turn into hours, but I don’t mind. My thoughts are filled with him, and the way he makes my heart race. Just as I start to wonder if he’s coming out at all, I see the familiar figure of Jungkook stepping out of the building.

I quickly walk towards him. He looks exhausted, his shoulders slumped, and his eyes heavy with fatigue. As he spots me, a look of surprise crosses his face, followed by an angry little pout.

“Tae? What are you doing here?” he asks.

“I couldn’t leave you to walk home alone,” I say, my voice soft. “I changed my mind.”

He shakes his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. “You’re something else, you know that?”

I move closer to him, and in a tender moment, I place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, hyung.”

Jungkook’s eyes soften, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a warm embrace. “Thank you, Tae. Now let's go before someone sees us," he whispers.

As we start walking toward my car, hand in hand, I feel a sense of peace. We don’t say much, but the silence between us is comforting.

Little do we know, across the street, a pair of cold eyes watches us from a sleek black car. The man’s face is partially hidden in the shadows, his expression a mix of anger and something darker. He grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.

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