Healing (The Language of Love)
Healing
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Sorry for late update, l was kinda busy 🤕
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Btw anyone watched "K-pop demon hunters"?
Kim Taehyung
Jungkook, I just need *His words cut off mid-sentence*
The rest of his sentence caught in his throat, strangled by the silence inside the room. His eyes landed on Jungkook
and they didn’t know where to look after that.
Jungkook was standing in the center of the room, shirtless, whip in hand, his back marked with fresh, bleeding lines. His head was bowed, body still, as if waiting for a command with his bleeding hands and broken pieces of glass in them.
Taehyung blinked. Once. Twice.
No, this had to be something else.
Some kind of misunderstanding.
He had to be imagining it.
But the metallic scent of blood was real.The red lines across Jungkook’s pale skin were real.And the dead, hollow silence and it wasn’t just in the room
𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌.
Taehyung’s lips parted, but no words came at first. His throat felt tight, as if even his body refused to let him speak.
Kim Taehyung
*He finally choked out*
Jungkook...?
Kim Jungkook
*Jungkook didn’t even flinch*
His grip on the whip stayed tight, his eyes locked somewhere on the floor, unmoving, unfeeling, unreadable.
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung took a shaky step forward, heart pounding*
Jungkook, what are you doing?
W-Why are you holding that…? What’s going on?
And then, like a crack forming in stone, Jungkook slowly turned his head.
Just enough for his face to be seen.
Just enough for Taehyung to see that those weren’t just dead eyes.
They were trained eyes.
Conditioned to not react.
𝐓𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲.
Kim Jungkook
I’m fine *Jungkook said flatly*
He took a step back, not out of confusion, but because those words, so calm and wrong, didn’t sound like Jungkook at all. They sounded like someone who’d been told to feel nothing.
Kim Taehyung
Fine…?
* Taehyung echoed, voice trembling with disbelief*
Kim Taehyung
You’re bleeding, Jungkook.......what the hell do you mean, fine? *His voice broke this time, sharp with panic*
He looked around again,his eyes landing on the whip, then the bruises and his bleeding fingers then the small specks of blood on the floor.
He looked at Jungkook, eyes wide, voice shaky as he asked, almost afraid to know the answer.
Kim Taehyung
Why… why are you like this?*his voice almost like a whisper*
Kim Taehyung
Did she…?*he asked with uncertainty, afraid to even finish the question*
Taehyung's grandma
He did it himself *the grandma said, calmly*
Taehyung's grandma
Because I told him to *said with her chin high and a smirk that didn't go unnoticed by Taehyung*
That single sentence echoed in the room, louder than it should’ve.
Taehyung blinked, heart hammering, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe what he just heard.
Jungkook, still holding the whip, didn’t even shift, his eyes fixed on the floor as usual.
Kim Jungkook
She told me to *he echoed softly, as if confirming it*
So I did.
His voice was weightless. Not broken just....gone. Like the soul behind it had been buried too deep to reach.
He looked at Taehyung with those same dead eyes. Not hateful. Not afraid. Just... obedient.
Kim Jungkook
Everything I am… is hers. *Jungkook said, like it was a rule carved into his soul*
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung took a step forward, eyes wide, breath shallow*
What… are you saying?
Kim Jungkook
My pain belongs to her, *Jungkook said flatly, as if it was obvious*
My body. My silence. My scars.
Taehyung stared at him like he was staring at someone else entirely.
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌.
this was a version carved out by cruelty and silence and commands whispered behind closed doors. Before, Jungkook had been silent, his eyes empty like a fading shadow, but now there was something darker, colder. He looked nothing less like a broken boy and more like a slave waiting, watching, ready only to obey.
Taehyung turned slowly to his grandmother, his rage slowly replacing disbelief.
Taehyung’s veins bulged, eyes blazing red. His teeth clenched tight, a low growl rumbling from his chest. Every muscle tensed ... silent, deadly, ready to explode.
But before he can even say anything.......
Taehyung's grandma
Now you see *she said with a soft chuckle*
You married a dog, Taehyung. Loyal, trained, obedient, just like you deserve.
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung’s head snapped toward her, eyes burning*Don’t you dare......
Kim Taehyung
*clenching fists and said with cold, low voice* Jungkook isn’t a dog. He’s a person. Someone you’ve broken....
Taehyung's grandma
Broken? No, I made him useful. I gave him Purpose, Discipline, A place. Before me, he was nothing. A stray. He still is tho, but now he’s quiet about it. *mocking*
Kim Taehyung
*eyes darkening, voice deadly*
You stole his soul and called it Freedom. But I swear, I will tear down every wall you built around him. No more chains. No more control.
Taehyung's grandma
*smirking wider* Try it, But remember, you get married to a puppet, 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵
Kim Taehyung
Say that again. I’m done with your games. Cross me, and I’ll burn everything you’ve built around Jungkook into ashes. Jungkook is mine. Not your puppet. *he said stepping closer with his voice ice-cold*
Jungkook finally blinked.Just once.
A faint flicker of something crossed his face maybe confusion? Recognition? Guilt?
Kim Jungkook
I’m sorry *Jungkook mumbled*
I didn’t mean to upset you…
Taehyung’s heart cracked 💔
Kim Taehyung
You think I’m upset at you? *he asked, voice shaking*
Kim Taehyung
Jungkook, this isn’t your fault. What she did to you,what she forced into your head, that’s the problem. Not you. Never you.
Kim Jungkook
*Jungkook looked up, confused, voice barely above a whisper*
But… isn’t that why I was born? It’s my purpose… isn’t it?”
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung’s eyes darkened, his voice low, but sharp like a blade*
No, That’s what she made you believe. That’s not purpose, Jungkook, that’s control. And I swear, I’ll destroy every lie she planted in you. You were born for love, care, respect and everything you deserve baby.
Taehyung's grandma
*laughing coldly, tilting her head*
Wow, Taehyung... I didn’t expect this from you. You can’t be that naive. You know exactly what he is, "my slave, my dog". That boy was born for this. You can never make him normal.
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Bye bye take care and miss me 😘
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