Our Secrets: Backstory|

BACKSTORY

People said Jeon Jungkook was born lucky. Golden spoon. Ideal of the nation... He was Twenty-two only and...

Every headline had his name. Every business magazine used his face like he was a symbol of perfection.

But no one knew Jeon Jungkook hated being around middle class people. Not because he thought they were less.

But because he was terrified to feel anything real. He had seen how real people lived. He had seen how their feelings were raw, honest, pure, painful.

Wealthy people had masks. Middle class people had hearts. And Jungkook was afraid of hearts (Still he shows how much despises poor people)

He had created a wall around himself. A world where everyone respected him... Feared him... Praised him.

No one touched him emotionally. No one had the power. Until one day… a college invited him to give a speech.

Sacred Heart College. Middle class area, college, and people.

He didn’t want to go. He told his manager he didn’t want to mingle with them. He didn’t want to talk to those people. He didn’t know how to deal with the feelings that weren’t fake.

But that college belonged to someone close to him, someone he respected... He had no choice... So he went.

He stepped on the stage like a king entering a battlefield. He held the mic with his usual aura, confidence, the world watching him, few camera lights blinking, students whispering.

Then… his eyes found one boy in the crowd. One boy. Sitting third row from the back... Listening... Really listening.

Soft brown eyes. A shy, small smile. A calm face. No makeup. No expensive clothes. No loudness. Just a soft presence.

Kim Taehyung.

And in that exact moment, Jeon Jungkook forgot every word he practiced... Because that one boy smiled like the world was still innocent.

And for the first time in his life…

Jungkook fell.

Not slowly.

Not over time.

It was one single second... A strike... A lightning. A pure hit in the heart. He gave the speech somehow, but his mind wasn’t in his words anymore.

It was on that boy. Those calm eyes. That softness. That quiet strength. And that his graceful existence.

Jungkook was known for his sharp observation skills. He could read people like open books. And when he looked at Taehyung…

He saw kindness.

He saw innocence.

He saw something rare… untouched.

And Jungkook knew he wasn’t worthy of that softness... But he wanted it... He wanted that softness to be his home.

After the speech ended, students were lining up to greet Jungkook, to take photos, to brag they met him.

He didn’t care about anyone.

He wanted only one person.

only him.

He followed Taehyung with his eyes like a secret hunger he was ashamed to admit. Taehyung stood quietly near the window, holding his notebook close like it was his shield.

Jungkook approached. His heart beating loud. And first time hesitating. “Hey,” he said softly.

Taehyung’s eyes lifted. He smiled politely. Small, cute, gentle. "Hello, sir.”

That “sir” broke Jungkook.

He wasn’t used to feeling small. But next to Taehyung, he felt small emotionally.

Because Taehyung had something… pure. Jungkook asked for Taehyung’s name.

Taehyung told him shyly. And Jungkook didn’t waste time. He confessed. Straight. Hesitated.

“I think I fell for you at first sight.”

Taehyung’s smile faded in shock. He whispered quietly, “How can this possible? Anyway, I don’t know anything about love yet.”

And he walked away. Jungkook didn’t chase him. He just stood there… completely destroyed... and completely alive for the first time.

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Jungkook could not sleep that night. Taehyung’s voice kept repeating in his head. “I don’t know anything about love yet.”

Most people throw themselves at Jungkook... Fame attracts greed. Power attracts fake hearts.

But Taehyung… was different. He wasn’t interested in Jungkook’s status. He wasn’t impressed by alot money.

He had that rare innocence Jungkook was always afraid to touch. So Jungkook didn’t force anything.

He waited.

He went back to that college again and again, using random excuses— “checking the project he funded,” “seeing the campus progress.” "Greeting students."

Everyone believed his excuses. But he went just to see Taehyung. Only Taehyung.

He would stand far… and watch him reading, or listening in class, or he talking cutely with soft expressions.

Taehyung always spoke gently. He never raised his voice even when someone annoyed him. He would pout cutely or laugh softly.

And Jungkook felt something dark inside his chest whenever someone else made his Taehyung smile.

Jealousy.

Possessiveness.

Protectiveness.

He didn’t want anyone to have what he felt first... But he didn’t go near him. He didn’t touch him. He didn’t confess again.

He just stayed present.

Silently.

Patiently.

Watching.

And slowly… Taehyung started noticing him too. Taehyung would catch him looking… and blush.

Taehyung would look away shyly… and smile to himself. This time… Taehyung wasn’t scared...

Taehyung was curious.

He didn’t know this feeling, but he liked how Jungkook watched him without lust, without hunger, and without condition.

It was devotion.

One day, Taehyung approached Jungkook first. “Why do you keep coming here?” he asked in his cute voice.

Jungkook didn’t hide anything. “To see you,” he said simply.

Taehyung’s cheeks turned pink. “You really like me?”

“I love you,” Jungkook corrected.

Soft.

Honest.

Confident.

Taehyung bit his lip nervously. “I think…” he whispered, “I’m starting to like you too.”

That was the moment Jungkook felt his chest explode with warmth. He didn’t hug him. Didn’t touch him.

He just nodded…

like he received the most precious gift on earth.

...

Their relationship grew silently.

Secret texts.

Secret calls.

Secret late night rooftop talks.

Jungkook never asked for a kiss. Never even held Taehyung’s hand. Because he knew… if he touched him even once… his own heart would lose control.

Taehyung was like glass.

Beautiful.

Soft.

Pure.

Jungkook was terrified of breaking him.

So every night, Jungkook would sit inches away… listening to Taehyung talking about small things —

• how his day was

• how he likes sunsets

• how he likes warm soup

• how he likes silence

Taehyung talked cutely, softly, in small innocent sentences. Jungkook listened like it was sacred.

Like every word was poetry specially made for him. Even blinking felt sinful. And Tae too started falling deeper.

Because Jungkook loved without condition.

For Taehyung… Jungkook became safe.

For Jungkook… Taehyung became home.

One day, Jungkook said, slowly, carefully:

“Can we keep this relationship a secret? I don't want anyone know about us. Not even parents. Friend too.”

Taehyung thought for a second and nodded.

“I also want that, but at least we can tell our parents.” he whispered.

"We will tell them when the right time come, hmm." Jungkook mumbled affectionately... Tae nodded.

Not because they were ashamed. But because they wanted their love untouched by the world... People ruin beautiful things.

They wanted their love protected.

Only for them.

So they created a secret world.

Jungkook bought a penthouse.

Not for status.

For privacy.

No one knew about that place.

Only two toothbrushes lived in that bathroom... Only theirs soft clothes lived in that wardrobe... Only the two soul living and enjoying their sweet moment.

Taehyung had his own small apartment for the world. But he slept in the penthouse every night.

In Jungkook’s silent world.

They cooked together. They ate together. They talked quietly for hours.

Jungkook would sit on the couch and Taehyung would talk in his cute voice. And Jungkook would just listen... like Taehyung’s voice was the only thing that kept him alive.

Sometimes Taehyung wondered…

Is this love enough?

Why doesn’t Jungkook ever hold him?

But then Jungkook would look at him with eyes full of infinite love and Taehyung would believe again... this love is deeper than touch. Maybe touch is too small for this kind of love. Maybe they’re too much.

7 years passed like this.

No one ever found out.

No one ever suspected.

The world saw Jeon Jungkook on the front page of magazines... But no one knew that every night, in a silent penthouse…

there was a boy named Kim Taehyung who talked in cute soft paragraphs about simple things… And Jungkook listened like it was the only truth that mattered.

Backstory End...

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