You are my only Hope kookie.
Taehyung had always felt like an outsider in his own world. At home, his parents barely acknowledged his presence, always comparing him to his more accomplished siblings. At school, he was the favorite target of bullies—his quiet nature and delicate features making him an easy victim. No matter where he went, he was met with taunts, shoves, and cruel whispers. It felt as if the whole world had decided that he was insignificant, that he was someone to be stepped on.
Every morning, as soon as he entered the school gates, the nightmare would begin. A group of boys would surround him, smirking as they blocked his way. "Hey, pretty boy, where do you think you're going?" one of them sneered before snatching Taehyung's backpack and emptying its contents onto the wet ground. His books and lunch scattered, met with laughter from the onlookers.
In the hallways, they would shoulder-check him hard into the lockers, the metallic clang echoing as he winced in pain. During lunch, they would "accidentally" knock over his tray, sending his food splattering onto his clothes.
"Oops, sorry, Taehyung," a girl giggled mockingly. "Maybe if you spoke up, we'd hear you next time."
The worst was gym class. They made sure to trip him, shove him during team activities, and when the teacher wasn’t looking, they would throw balls at him with full force, pretending it was part of the game. When he winced or stumbled, they only laughed harder.
But everything changed the day Jungkook entered his life.
Jungkook was the new transfer student, someone who carried an air of confidence and strength that Taehyung had never encountered before. Unlike everyone else, Jungkook didn’t laugh at him or ignore him—he noticed him. When the bullies cornered Taehyung near the lockers, shoving his books to the floor, Jungkook stepped in, his sharp eyes locking onto the tormentors.
"Leave him alone," Jungkook said firmly, his voice unwavering.
The bullies hesitated. Jungkook wasn’t someone to be messed with—his reputation for being strong had spread quickly through the school. Reluctantly, they backed off, muttering insults under their breath. Taehyung, still frozen in place, looked up at Jungkook with wide eyes.
"Are you okay?" Jungkook asked, crouching down to pick up Taehyung’s books.
No one had ever asked him that before. Not his parents, not his teachers, not even his so-called friends. His throat tightened with emotion, and he could only nod.
From that day on, Jungkook became Taehyung’s protector, his rock, his only source of hope in a world that had otherwise abandoned him. They spent more time together, sharing lunches, walking home from school, and talking about everything and nothing. Jungkook made Taehyung laugh, something he hadn’t done in years. He defended him when others tried to bring him down, but more importantly, he taught Taehyung how to stand up for himself.
“You don’t deserve to be treated like this,” Jungkook told him one evening as they sat on a park bench. “You’re kind, talented, and amazing just the way you are. Don’t let them take that away from you.”
Taehyung’s heart swelled at those words. He had spent so long believing the insults thrown at him, but when Jungkook spoke, it felt like the truth. Jungkook saw him—not as a weakling or a burden, but as someone worthy of love and respect.
Slowly, Taehyung began to change. He stopped walking with his head down. He started speaking up in class. When the bullies tried to harass him, he no longer cowered in fear. Jungkook was always there to support him, but now, Taehyung was learning to fight his own battles. And with every small victory, his heart grew lighter.
Their friendship deepened into something more. The warmth in Jungkook’s gaze, the way his fingers would linger a little longer when they brushed against Taehyung’s, the way he pulled Taehyung close whenever he sensed he was hurting—it all spoke of a love that went beyond words.
One rainy evening, as they stood under the shelter of a bus stop, Jungkook finally voiced what they had both known for a long time.
“I love you, Taehyung.” 💗
Taehyung’s breath caught. The words were simple, but they held a weight that filled every empty space in his heart. For the first time, he felt truly seen, truly wanted.
“I love you too,” he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion.
Jungkook smiled, reaching out to cup Taehyung’s face, his thumb gently brushing away a tear softly and kiss
him, I love you Tae ❤️.
Tears welled up in Taehyung’s eyes🥺. All his life, he had been told he was nothing. But standing here, in Jungkook’s arms, he finally believed that he was something. That he was loved.
But Jungkook’s protection extended beyond school. When he discovered the way Taehyung’s parents treated him—with indifference, with cold words and neglect—he couldn’t stand it. He saw how Taehyung’s shoulders tensed at home, how his eyes lost their spark whenever his parents ignored him.
One evening, Jungkook held Taehyung’s hands tightly and made a promise. “You don’t have to stay here. Come with me. Let’s live together.”
Taehyung hesitated. Could he really leave? Would he be a burden?
Jungkook squeezed his hands. “You are not alone, and you are not a burden. I want to be with you, Tae. I want to give you a home where you feel safe and loved.”
With Jungkook’s unwavering support, Taehyung finally gathered the courage to break free from his painful past. He left the cold walls of his house behind and moved in with Jungkook. For the first time, he experienced what it meant to have a home filled with warmth, laughter, and love.
They built a life together, away from the shadows of the past. Jungkook never stopped protecting him, and Taehyung never stopped loving him. Their love grew stronger with each passing day, a bond unbreakable by anything life threw their way.
No matter how cruel the world had been to him, Taehyung had found his light. His hope.
Jungkook.
