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With swift steps, Jungkook walked out of Taehyung's room, his heart heavy with regret and his cheeks wet with hot tears. As soon as the door closed behind him, Jungkook dropped to his knees, crying out all his pain. His blurry vision moved around the empty hallway, and he realised he was alone.

Leaning against the door, Jungkook's tears only intensified as he heard the echoes of Taehyung's painful scream, his cries.

Jungkook blamed himself entirely for the unfortunate incident, thinking that Taehyung had been drunk and that he should have been more cautious with his actions. He knew he had hurt Taehyung deeply, and the weight of that realisation crushed him.

Controlling his sobs, Jungkook took a deep breath and reminded himself of his surroundings. He wiped his cheeks and tried to rearrange his hair and fix his dishevelled attire. Despite his efforts, it was evident that he was a mess.

With a heavy heart, Jungkook descended the stairs, but his thoughts were still with Taehyung. He decided that no matter what, he would inform someone about Taehyung's situation before leaving the Kim Mansion.

By sheer luck, he spotted a woman walking somewhere in the mansion, holding a water bottle in her hand. Jungkook called out to her, "Excuse me, please."

The woman turned, and Jungkook recognised her as housekeeper Yoona. She bowed politely to Jungkook but couldn't help but notice his ruined condition and the dark hickeys visible on his skin.

"How can I help you, sir?" she asked, trying not to make him feel uncomfortable.

Jungkook looked down, feeling embarrassed and ashamed of his appearance. "Your boss, I mean Kim Taehyung, I think he needs help. I heard him hitting something and screaming," he said, hoping she would assist Taehyung.

Worry filled Yoona's face as she realised the urgency of the situation. "Do you need any other help, sir?" she asked, ready to act.

"No. I'm leaving. You should go to him," Jungkook said, avoiding her gaze.

Yoona quickly nodded and hurriedly made her way to the stairs, heading towards Taehyung's room to offer him the assistance he needed.

Jungkook felt a sense of relief knowing that Taehyung was now in safe hands. He wiped his tears once more and stood up, mustering the strength to leave the mansion.

Glancing one last time towards Taehyung's room, he couldn't help but cry again, knowing that it might be not just his first but also his last night in the Kim Mansion.

As he settled into his car, struggling with his blurry vision, Jungkook wiped his tears once more and took a deep breath. With a heavy heart, he left the mansion, hoping that somehow Taehyung would forget everything and things would remain as before between them.

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Housekeeper Yoona placed the bottle on the table that was in her hand and then knocked on Taehyung's room door. "Sir, are you alright?"

She knocked again and again, but there was no response. Concerned, she said, "I'm coming in, sir."

As she entered, she found the room dark, and she swiftly walked towards the switches, turning on the lights. She gasped in horror as her gaze fell on Taehyung.

Taehyung was on the floor and blood was visible on his head and the floor even from afar.

Yoona swiftly walked to him and knelt down, worry spreading across her face as she called him, "Sir, can you hear me?"

As she didn't get any answer, she gently tapped his shoulder, but Taehyung didn't respond and seemed unconscious.

Alarmed, she swiftly took out her phone and called another male maid. "Mr. Yun, please come to Sir Taehyung's room; it's an emergency. Come with Joonyun," she said urgently, hearing a sleepy voice from the other side of the call.

She entered the bathroom, opened one of the cabinets, and took out the first aid box before running back to Taehyung.

She knelt down with the first aid box before Taehyung and let out a sigh as she observed his appearance. A line of dry blood was visible from his forehead to his chin, and even a white scarf attached to his suit had turned slightly red.

With utmost care, she cleaned the wound using a cotton stick from the first aid box. Her gaze shifted to the door as Mr. Yun and Joonyun, a younger maid, entered the room.

The younger one gasped in worry, "What happened to Sir?" Taehyung had always treated him like a little brother and had even helped him with his studies.

"I don't know, Joonyun. A friend of his informed me about his condition. He was on the floor when I entered the room," Yoona explained, her voice filled with concern.

Mr. Yun, too, sat down and checked the wound to see if it needed crucial treatment, but he found it wasn't too deep.

"Should we tell Mr. and Mrs. Kim about it?" Yoona asked Mr. Yun who was more mature and responsible.

Their attention turned to Taehyung as he hissed and mumbled something in his unconscious state.

Mr. Yun analysed him and said, "No, they would be worried, especially with Mr. Kim's health not doing well recently."

Yoona nodded in agreement, and Joonyun watched Taehyung with his moistened puppy eyes.

With the wound cleaned and dressed, Yoona finished applying the ointment and bandage. She said, "Now let's put him on the bed."

Mr. Yun and Joonyun carefully lifted Taehyung and placed him on the bed, covering him with a sheet.

Yoona put the first aid box back in the bathroom cabinet and turned off the lights, leaving the room with Mr. Yun and Joonyun.

As the three walked out of Taehyung's room, the worry and concern were still evident on their faces. Yoona felt her heart heavy with anxiety for Taehyung's well-being, but she knew they had done all they could for now.

Joonyun's eyes were wide with concern. "I hope it's nothing serious," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Should we stay in his room and keep an eye on him?" Joonyun asked softly, looking back at Taehyung's closed door.

Mr. Yun sighed, his brows furrowing in deep thought. "I think it's best if we take turns checking on him throughout the night," he suggested. "That way, we can make sure he's okay without overwhelming Mr. and Mrs. Kim with worry."

 
Yoona nodded in agreement. "You're right, Mr. Yun. We'll take turns, and if there's any sign of his condition worsening, we'll inform sir and ma'am immediately."

They all headed to their separate rooms.

 
After what felt like an eternity, Yoona decided to take the first turn to check on Taehyung. She quietly made her way back to his room, gently opening the door to avoid waking him if he was sleeping.

 
Upon entering, she found Taehyung still lying on the bed, his breathing steady. She approached him cautiously, making sure not to disturb him. He looked peaceful in his sleep, and Yoona hoped that he would wake up feeling better in the morning.

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Jungkook entered his penthouse, feeling a mix of relief and anguish as to his luck that there was no one to witness his ruined condition.

The memory of Taehyung's drunken actions haunted him as he made his way to his room.

After taking off his shoes, Jungkook walked further into the room, turned on the lights, and took a position in front of the mirror.

He bit his lip as the reflection in the mirror revealed a canvas of dark purple hickeys adorning his skin; he hadn't anticipated having so many. There were three dark hickeys on his right side jawline, two on his cheek, two below his left side jawline, and several dark and light hickeys on his collarbone.

Jungkook's heart sank as he observed each mark, a painful reminder of Taehyung's intoxicated state.

He took off his jacket and white t-shirt as he recalled a particular moment, tugged his hair behind his ears, and took another look in the mirror.

Jungkook hissed, touching his right nipple; there was a dark hickey and even two tooth marks left by Taehyung.

Tears welled up in Jungkook's eyes as he traced his bruised lips. Even though the encounter had only lasted a few minutes, Taehyung kissed him so frequently that Jungkook was no longer able to keep track of how many times Taehyung had kissed him.

Jungkook never imagined his first intimate moment with Taehyung would be like this—a series of kisses meant for someone else while Taehyung was lost in a drunken haze.

The memories of Taehyung's lips on his skin were filled with love, but they were not meant for Jungkook. He felt a surge of guilt for feeling even a flicker of happiness in Taehyung's embrace, knowing it was all a misunderstanding.

 
Only God knows how many more times he would be hurt by Taehyung without it being Taehyung's fault. It now seemed like an unending journey to Jungkook.

 
Jungkook walked like a corpse to his closet. He took off his clothing and thought to discard the clothes he wore to the party, wanting to erase the painful memories they held.

The clothes were chosen by Taehyung, so Jungkook assumed that Taehyung would compliment him or at least take notice of him when he arrived at the party wearing them.

However, things never occur as Jungkook expects, particularly in regards to Taehyung.

 
The clothes were bought by Taehyung; therefore, Jungkook couldn't even make himself careless with them; tossing them was out of the question. He laid them neatly on the table.

Jungkook changed into fresh clothes, hoping to find some semblance of comfort, but his heart remained heavy with sadness.

As he lay on his bed, Jungkook couldn't help but replay the events of the evening. His mind was in turmoil, trying to process the tangled emotions and desires he had for Taehyung. He wished he could undo everything and protect his heart from the impending heartache.

Exhausted from the emotional turmoil, Jungkook's tears continued to flow as he closed his eyes, seeking respite in sleep. The fear of what the morning would bring lingered in his mind—the fear of facing Taehyung, not knowing if he would remember anything or if their newly built connection would be forever changed.

As Jungkook drifted into an uneasy slumber, his heart whispered, "Just don't hate me, please."

In the stillness of the night, Jungkook's thoughts were in disarray, and his heart was burdened with the weight of a complex situation that had just begun. It was only their third meeting, but it felt like they were already caught in the intricate web of a twisted love story written by a teenaged, drunken, and lovesick writer.

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With a not-so-good feeling in his body, Taehyung woke up from his uneasy sleep.

He groaned as he felt the discomfort surging through him—a pounding headache, a queasy stomach, and an unfamiliar bandage on his forehead. Confused, he moved his hand to touch the bandage, wondering how it got there.

Taehyung's head was hurting differently, and he couldn't recall what happened last night.

Summoning his strength, Taehyung managed to sit up on the bed. The room felt like it was spinning, but he forced himself to get up and walk to the mirror. There, he was met with a surprising sight—a bandage on his forehead, and the white scarf attached to his black suit had turned slightly red. His mind felt hazy, unable to piece together the events of the previous night.

Feeling weak and disoriented, Taehyung began searching for his phone all around the room. After what felt like an eternity, he finally found it in his suit pocket.

He dialled Yoona's number and said, "Bring me a hangover killer drink after a half hour."

Taehyung decided to shower, hoping it would clear his mind. As the water cascaded over him, he sighed with every shower. His hand kept gravitating towards his forehead, unknowingly rubbing the bandaged area.

Once out of the shower, he dressed in comfortable clothes, reminding himself that he didn't have to go to the office that day.

Returning to the mirror, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to remove the bandage. He found a bruise on his forehead—not too deep, but not tiny either. His lips, too, were bruised, and he couldn't fathom how it happened.

Trying to piece together the fragments of his memory, Taehyung recalled that Jimin had left the party, he had asked Namjoon to take care of the office, and Yoongi had called to apologise. He remembered having dinner with Jungkook and ordering a servant to escort him to his room when he became intoxicated. But beyond that, everything was a blur.

 
Taehyung felt a sense of relief knowing that Jimin had left the party before anything untoward could happen.

He tried to convince himself that the lip bruise might have been a result of something innocent like masturbation, but the lack of clarity in his mind left him feeling uneasy.

 
As he stood before the mirror, Taehyung sighed heavily. The events of the night remained elusive, leaving him with a mix of confusion, discomfort, and worry.

Repeating the night's moments in his mind, he waited for Yoona to bring the hangover drink and hoped that it would alleviate his current condition.

Yoona entered the room with a tray, knocking on the door before stepping in. Taehyung's eyes lit up at the sight of the hangover drink, and he quickly took the glass from the tray.

Gesturing for Yoona to take a seat, he wasted no time in drinking the entire concoction, hoping to alleviate his dizziness.

Once he had finished, Taehyung turned to Yoona, his voice tinged with urgency and confusion. "I'm unable to remember last night properly, so now please tell me everything you know about last night related to me."

Yoona nodded, feeling a mix of uncertainty and concern. "I was going to my room after completing all my work w-when one of your friends called me a-and told me that you may have gotten hit with something and that he heard your scream," she explained, taking small pauses between her words.

Curious to know which friend it was, Taehyung asked, "Which friend was it?"

Yoona tried her best to describe the person: "He was the one who was gorgeous, with white skin, wearing a checkered long jacket and a white t-shirt. I haven't seen him with you before."

Taehyung's mind immediately identified the person she was talking about—it was Jungkook. He asked further, "Was he the same height as me?" Yoona nodded, confirming Taehyung's suspicion that it was indeed Jungkook.

Taehyung was now worried about what had happened to Jungkook. He hesitantly inquired, "W-Was he in my room with me last night?"

Yoona couldn't be sure about that part. "I'm not sure about that, sir," she replied honestly.

Fear gripped Taehyung's heart at the thought that he might have hurt Jungkook. He took a deep breath and asked, his voice trembling, "Was he alright? M-My friend, I mean."

Yoona quickly nodded, feeling guilty for not revealing the truth. "Yes, sir. H-He seemed fine when I last saw him."

Taehyung felt a sense of relief knowing that Jungkook wasn't injured, but he was still worried about the possibility that he might have done something wrong while intoxicated. He asked, "Who treated me?"

"It was me," Yoona replied, explaining how she had taken care of his wound and how Mr. Yun and Joonyun had helped him onto the bed. She also mentioned that Mr. and Mrs. Kim were still unaware of the incident.

Taehyung mumbled his thanks, feeling guilty and embarrassed at the situation. He didn't want to cause trouble for anyone, especially not for someone who had been kind enough to care for him. "I hope I didn't bother you," Taehyung said, looking down to avoid Yoona's gaze.

Yoona sensed his worry and quickly assured him, "You were unconscious, sir. I'm perfectly fine if you're confused about it."

"Thank you so much." Taehyung expressed his gratitude, feeling relieved that he hadn't hurt anyone.

Yoona nodded, understanding his feelings. "It's my duty to take care of you," she said with a gentle smile.

"You can go now, and please send Mr. Yun," Taehyung requested before thanking Yoona once again.

Yoona nodded and left the room after bowing respectfully. Taehyung was left with a whirlwind of emotions, grateful for the caring people around him and determined to be more cautious with his actions in the future.

"But I strictly instructed you at night that you would be the one to leave me in the room if I got intoxicated, didn't I?" Taehyung sighed and said that when Mr. Yun told him that it was not him but Jungkook who dropped him off in his room.

"I was about to do as you had ordered, sir, but Mr. Kim stopped me and said to leave you two alone," Mr. Yun mumbled, feeling a bit guilty for not following Taehyung's instructions.

Taehyung sighed, trying to suppress the anger he felt towards himself for his drunken actions. Taking a deep breath, he decided to avoid dwelling on it for now.

"You can go, Mr. Yun, and thanks for last night," Taehyung said with a grateful smile. Mr. Yun nodded and asked, "Shall I bandage you, sir?" noticing the wound on Taehyung's forehead was still fresh.

Taehyung appreciated Mr. Yun's concern but told him that he would handle it himself. Mr. Yun left the room, agreeing to his request.

 
Taehyung sat on the bed, his mind still grappling with the memories he couldn't recall. He tried again to remember what happened after he entered the room with Jungkook, but he failed once more.

Feeling weak and with his body aching, Taehyung decided to have lunch. He started descending the stairs but halted when he remembered that he forgot to bandage his wound. Worried that his parents would be concerned if they saw him like that, he returned to his room to bandage himself properly before going back downstairs.

 
As he entered the hallway, he found his mother busy talking on her phone. Taehyung greeted her with a warm smile. "Good afternoon, beautiful lady."

Mrs. Kim was startled by his appearance. "What happened to your head?" she asked worriedly.

Taehyung chuckled, trying to ease her concern, and