Taehyung’S Forbidden Stranger
Void
The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Kim family’s penthouse apartment, bathing the living room in a soft golden glow. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the faint sweetness of pancakes, and the quiet hum of music from the speaker made the house feel alive—warm, lived in, full of love.
Taehyung’s laughter echoed from upstairs, boyish and free, as he hurried to fix the slight curl that refused to stay down
Kim Yujin (Taehyung's Mother)
Taehyung! Come down already! your pancakes are getting cold
his mother called from the kitchen, her voice carrying just the right mix of affection and impatience
Kim Taehyung
Coming, eomma! I'm at a war with my hairs right now.
Kim Yujin (Taehyung's Mother)
You're always at war with your hair!
Kim Taehyung
It never listens to me! how am I supposed to look like a global idol with the one curl sticking up.
He came bounding down the stairs, barefoot, ruffling his already-perfect curls and heading straight for the kitchen. His mother stood at the stove in her apron, plating the last pancake, while his father sat at the dining table, sipping coffee and reading the financial headlines on his tablet.
Kim Minho ( Taehyung's father)
You're glowing today
Kim Minho ( Taehyung's father)
Big day? ( He said without looking up)
Taehyung pulled out a chair and dropped into it with a dramatic sigh
Kim Taehyung
A vogue cover shoot, a dance rehearsal, a charity event and a livestream fanmeeting. Just a tiny day, you know
His mother placed the plate in front of him and leaned down to kiss the top of his head
Kim Yujin (Taehyung's Mother)
Eat well. You run on sugar and stubbornness
Kim Taehyung
Mostly stubbornness (He said, before stealing a bite of pancake)
Kim Minho ( Taehyung's father)
(while glancing at his tablet) Your face is on another magazine cover. Third one this week.
Kim Taehyung
They just can't get enough of me. ( replied casually like it's not even a big deal for him)
Kim Yujin (Taehyung's Mother)
Don't let it get to that head of yours ( said while tapping his head lightly)
Kim Taehyung
It won't. Promise ( he replied softly)
Outside, a sleek black SUV waited at the curb. His manager sat in the passenger seat, glancing at the schedule on his tablet, occasionally checking his watch.
When Taehyung finally slipped into the backseat, he let his head rest against the window, watching the city blur past in golden morning light. Children were walking to school, holding hands. People were rushing to work. The world felt awake, like a living canvas.
His manager- Park Jimin, glanced at him in the mirror.
Park jimin ( Taehyung manager)
You look calm. That's dangerous. You planning something?
Kim Taehyung
I'm just existing today and letting the universe do its thing.
Park jimin ( Taehyung manager)
You know ( he said while flipping to the next tab)
Park jimin ( Taehyung manager)
people say your smile saved them. You don't even realize it.
Taehyung didn't respond immediately. He kept his eyes on the passing streets. There was something about watching other people- ordinary people- that grounded him.
Kim Taehyung
I don't think I want to save people ( said after a pause)
Kim Taehyung
I just want to remind them they're not alone.
His manager didn’t say anything for a moment, but the silence wasn’t heavy. It was the kind of silence that said you’re doing okay, kid.
Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment. The noise of the world outside softened, and all he could hear was his own heartbeat and the quiet hum of the car. His life was fast. Loud. Sometimes overwhelming. But he loved it.
He loved his parents. He loved his fans. He loved waking up knowing he would meet people who smiled because of him.
He didn’t know it yet—but somewhere in the same world, someone his age had never been hugged by a friend. Had never laughed freely. Had never even smiled with warmth in his eyes.
But destiny was already written it's script
And their paths would cross- sooner than either of them could imagine
on the other hand, The sound of punching gloves hitting a sandbag echoes. Sweat drips from Jungkook's jawline, his breathing steady but intense. His eyes- empty
Kim Namjoon (Jungkook's personal guard)
(watching nervously from the side) Sir... It's been three hours. Maybe you should take a break
Jeon jungkook
(throws one more punch, harder than the rest) I don't need rest
Kim Namjoon (Jungkook's personal guard)
But your knuckles are bleeding--
Jeon jungkook
Blood dries. Keep the bag up
Namjoon shuts up instantly, lifting the punching bag higher. Jungkook’s muscles tense as he begins another round of brutal strikes
[Daewoon walks in silently, his shoes clicking against the floor.
Jeon Daewoon
(spoke with arms crossed) Good. You're not wasting time.
Jeon jungkook
(taking one final hit, then turning to him)
Time is only wasted when you feel something.
Jeon Daewoon
(smirking) You remember what I taught you well.
Jungkook wipes the blood from his hand on a towel and throws it aside
Jeon Daewoon
Did you review the new files I sent?
Jeon jungkook
yes. Passwords changed. Internal links cleaned. No one gets past now.
Jeon Daewoon
and the Singapore account?
Jeon jungkook
Secure. I double-encrypted it.
Jeon Daewoon
(nods with pride) Good. You've become exactly what I envisioned
Jeon jungkook
(stares blankly at his fathed) is that all?
[Jungkook turns without waiting, walking toward the stairs. Halfway up, a soft voice calls from the shadows
He stops but doesn't turn
Jeon Mira
You're hurt. Let me just..look at your hand
Jeon jungkook
Don't speak to me ( said quietly, coldly)
Jeon Mira
I'm your mother..
Jeon jungkook
No, you're not( his face was blank with no emotions)
Her breath catches in her throat hearing that
Jeon Mira
I Held you… I fed you… when you were a baby, you—
Jeon jungkook
I remember nothing. I owe you nothing. ( his voice was low and hard)
Saying that He disappears up the stairs, leaving Mira standing alone, tears silently streaming down her face
Jeon Mira
You were my baby. You were mine…(she whispered with tears streaming down her face)
Jungkook walked up the stairs, his footsteps slow and steady. The hallway was dim and cold, the silence pressing down around him like always.
He opened the door to his room and stepped inside. It was spotless—dark walls, minimal furniture, no personal touches. Just a bed, a desk, shelves with weapons, and a massive screen showing surveillance feeds.
He peeled off his black gloves, blood still fresh on them, and dropped them onto the desk.
Jeon jungkook
Another traitor down. Another day finished. (said quietly)
He moved to the window, parting the curtain slightly. Outside, the sky was heavy with clouds. The garden below looked dull and distant.
Jeon jungkook
I don’t understand why people find beauty in this.
It’s just gray.
It’s always gray (he said to himself)
He let the curtain fall back and walked to his wardrobe. Took off his shirt, grabbed a clean black one, and pulled it over his head.
No rush. No hesitation. Just mechanical movements. This was his life.
He sat on the bed, opened his laptop. Security camera footage loaded—hallways, gates, training rooms. Everything was quiet. Under control.
Voice in earpiece- Namjoon:
Kim Namjoon (Jungkook's personal guard)
Sir, perimeter’s clear. All guards in position. No signs of movement near the boundary.
Jeon jungkook
I heard you.
Don’t report again unless something actually happens.
Kim Namjoon (Jungkook's personal guard)
Yes sir
He turned off the comms, shut the laptop slowly, and stared at the blank wall.
Jeon jungkook
(said while thinking)This room… this silence…
It doesn’t feel lonely anymore.
It just feels normal.
He leaned back against the headboard, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. His voice was barely a whisper.
Jeon jungkook
Emotions are useless. Love is dangerous. I don't need any of it
Comments
marina belmar
This story has captivated me, can't wait to see where it goes next.
2025-05-17
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