(Taekook Smut & Short Stories) ~2
Ashes Of What Could Have Been⁵
Taehyung (TBA)
*stared at himself in the mirror of the en-suite bathroom, the steam from the shower blurring the edges of his reflection*
He hated this version of himself.
The man who returned home every night to a boy he once adored — only to ignore him. Order him. Hurt him.
Taehyung (TBA)
*turned the faucet on, splashing cold water on his face like it would wash away the memories*
He could still see Jungkook’s face in his mind — eyes hollow, lips trembling, hands trembling as he picked up broken glass with bloodied fingers. The same hands that once gestured passionately about music. The same voice that once made Taehyung turn in a crowded room.
Taehyung (TBA)
*gripped the edge of the sink so hard his knuckles turned white*
He deserves it.
That’s what he told himself every night.
Because if he didn’t, the guilt would eat him alive.
He remembered the rejection like it had happened hours ago — Jungkook’s eyes filled with disgust when he realized who the Moon Goddess had tied him to. A man who drove a secondhand car. Wore thrifted clothes. Breathed a different air.
Jungkook (Omega)
I don’t mate with beggars.
The words still echoed in his skull like gunshots.
Taehyung had walked away from that humiliation with a smile — but it wasn’t pride that carried him. It was rage.
And now that fate had reversed the roles, now that he held the leash… he should have felt victorious.
Taehyung (TBA)
*padded quietly into the hallway, stopping outside Jungkook’s door. It was slightly ajar*
The soft yellow light of the lamp bathed the boy’s sleeping form in a glow too gentle for the world Taehyung had thrown him into.
He was curled up tightly, one arm tucked under his bruised cheek, his legs drawn in defensively — like a child. The faintest trail of dried blood was still visible on his knuckles from earlier.
Taehyung’s throat tightened.
He remembered a time when he’d dreamed of waking up beside Jungkook. Holding him. Spoiling him. Loving him.
Now Jungkook feared the sound of his footsteps. Flinched at his voice. Hid his pain behind stubborn pride.
Taehyung (TBA)
*pressed his forehead against the doorframe*
Taehyung (TBA)
Why couldn’t you just see me that day?
Taehyung (TBA)
Why did you have to make me into this?
The silence answered him — the same silence that had lived between them since the wedding.
But deep down, Taehyung knew the truth.
He had chosen revenge over reconciliation.
He had crushed the flower he once wanted to protect — and now, even as he watched it wither, he still couldn't stop.
Because stopping meant admitting he’d gone too far.
And he wasn’t sure if he’d ever have the courage to face the cost of that truth.
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