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Intro. Jungkook would yell at him even when he was around. He told him that he loved him like a sick man, that he didn't know how to live without him, that if he lost it he was going to crash into the first car he found. He told him all this with red eyes, trembling, with his hands marked from hitting himself. Taehyung was looking at him silently. Always in silence. And yet, he did not leave. Not because he couldn't, but because deep down, he needed it like this, too: broken, begging, tied to him by something dirtier than love. At times, Jungkook would kneel. Literally. He threw himself on the floor, asked him for forgiveness for things that had not happened, promised him that he would not tear his clothes again or yell at him in the street. But the next day he did. He always did. Because she loved him in a way that no one taught her to control. And Taehyung, his lips cracked, his throat burning, let him stay. She let him sleep next to her. She let him touch it as if they were still two good people. They were not.

Toekook

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