Our Past Lives ( Taekook) Episode 1: Broken Silence

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Hello lovelies welcome to a new story of mine, let us dive deeper into the life a unrequited love.

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Please sit tight because it's quiet emotional 😭

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Thank you all I hope I can see you till the end 🔚

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The sun was barely rising, casting soft light across the kitchen as Taehyung tried to focus on the sizzling pan in front of him. His hands trembled as he scrambled to prepare Jungkook’s breakfast just as he liked it, trying to calm the steady thudding of his heart. But the sounds blurred, merging with his anxious thoughts.

In one distracted moment, he barely noticed the edge of the omelet catching in the pan, the slight smoke rising from the overdone edges. Panic shot through him, but before he could fix it, a heavy presence loomed behind him.

Joon jungkook ( E)

“What… is this?” Jungkook’s voice was cold, each word slicing through the air like glass.

Taehyung’s heart plummeted. He didn’t have a chance to respond before the plate was ripped from his hands, and with a crash, it shattered against the tiled floor.

Joon jungkook ( E)

“Answer me!”

Jungkook’s hand was raised, a fierce, silent threat, his eyes blazing. But Taehyung’s voice had failed him, frozen by fear. He took a shaky step back, feeling the walls closing in, his mind blank with panic.

In an instant, the air shifted as Jungkook grabbed a cloth wipe from the counter, its rough texture twisting in his hand. The first blow came swiftly, the fabric stinging across Taehyung’s cheek. He recoiled, stumbling as his pleas spilled out in broken gasps.

Kim taehyung (RO)

“Please, Jungkook… I didn’t mean to— please stop, it was an accident…”

But Jungkook’s face remained indifferent, and his hand continued its calculated movements, each strike harder than the last, the sounds echoing in the silent room. Taehyung’s vision blurred, tears streaming down his face as he shielded himself as best he could.

Through the haze of pain, he could just make out the figures standing around the room. Joon Hee-ra, Jungkook’s mother, watched with an unfeeling gaze, her mouth pressed into a thin line. Joon Seo-joon, his father, leaned against the doorway, observing with detached indifference, as if this were a mere inconvenience to his morning. Even Jungkook’s brother, J-Hope, stood at the edge of the room, his expression unreadable.

And the servants — people Taehyung had seen each day, who served the family as he did — stood in silence, eyes averted or fixed somewhere far away. None dared to intervene.

Joon jungkook ( E)

“Worthless… weak… good for nothing,”

Jungkook’s words stung as much as the blows. Taehyung clung to his own arms, shielding himself as best he could. His heart felt crushed, each strike not only a physical pain but a reminder of his loneliness, of his helplessness. No one here cared. They never had.

Finally, Jungkook stepped back, tossing the cloth aside as if disgusted by the very act. He turned without another word, and Taehyung slumped to the floor, his cries barely a whisper. His body trembled as the tears fell, each one silent proof of his fading strength.

Around him, the others left as quietly as they had come, and Taehyung was left alone in the empty, unforgiving silence.

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