✅(JINKOOK+TAEJIN)❤️ 2nd Book(completed)

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The chipped ceramic of Jin's breakfast plate held a solitary fried egg, a stark contrast to the two glistening yolks on Jimin's. It was a daily ritual, a quiet testament to the unspoken chasm that separated him from his parents. His appa, Seokjin, would gently guide the spoon in Jimin's small hand, a tenderness Jin had only ever witnessed, never experienced.
"He looks just like you, Seokjin," people would often remark, oblivious to the tremor that ran through Jin at those words. Why, then, did his appa's gaze hold such a distant coolness? His other dad, Jeon Jungkook, was an even colder presence, his words directed at Jin only when absolutely necessary, his eyes never lingering.
His refuge was his uncle, Suga. While Jimin basked in the warmth of his parents' attention, Jin found solace in Suga's quiet company. They would play board games, Suga's rare smiles a comforting balm to Jin's ever-present ache. Yet, the yearning for his parents' affection remained a constant hum beneath the surface of his days.
School, college, and now university - Jin and Jimin were always together, a year's difference in age rendered insignificant by circumstance. Outside the suffocating walls of their home, Jin found a fragile happiness. It resided in the shy smiles and warm glances of Kim Taehyung. Jin loved him in secret, a precious bloom he carefully shielded. But Taehyung's heart belonged to Jimin, a truth he readily shared with Jin. The confession shattered something within Jin, yet he plastered on a smile, a supportive friend, even helping Taehyung craft ways to win Jimin's affection.
One evening, a muffled sob drew Jin to his parents' closed door. Appa's voice, thick with tears and venom, pierced the silence. "Why didn't you kill Jin, Jungkook? I can't bear him... he makes me remember that horrible night... Namjoon forced me... he's the result of force... we should have left him at the orphanage."
The words struck Jin like a physical blow. His mind reeled. His dad wasn't Jungkook... it was Namjoon. He was a consequence of violence. A desperate urge to find this Namjoon surged through him, only to be met with the cold finality of death. Jungkook had killed Namjoon that night, the night of the assault.
A heavy realization settled upon Jin. He was an unwanted burden. He sought out his uncle Suga, his voice barely a whisper. "Uncle, please... take me to your village." Suga, ever understanding, readily agreed. They would leave in a week.
In the lonely hours, Jin would stare at his reflection, searching for the flaw that made him invisible to Taehyung. Was it his height? His broader shoulders compared to Jimin's slender frame? He poured his unspoken feelings into a letter for Taehyung, a confession of a love he knew could never be. But the courage to deliver it remained elusive.
The reason for his desperate desire to leave became starkly clear - Jimin and Taehyung were engaged. Taehyung's father was his parents' business partner, solidifying the union. Jin couldn't bear the thought of witnessing their happiness, yet he knew his absence would hurt Taehyung. So, he forced a smile and attended the ceremony, a ghost in his own life.
Hoseok, Jin's best friend, saw through the facade. He knew of Jin's deep affection for Taehyung and, unable to bear his friend's silent suffering, took it upon himself to tell Taehyung. The revelation hit Taehyung like a thunderbolt. He had misinterpreted Jin's support as a lack of reciprocation, even resorting to feigned affection for Jimin to try and elicit jealousy, a reaction Jin had always masked with unwavering encouragement.
Numbly, Jin retreated to the back of the ceremony hall, the celebratory sounds a distant hum. He found solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol, losing track of time and his surroundings. He stumbled out onto the road, the blare of a car horn cutting through his haze. His head swam, and he didn't register the danger.
Jungkook, inside the hall, saw the unfolding tragedy. "Jin! Move!" he screamed, his voice raw with panic. But Jin remained frozen. Without thinking, Jungkook bolted towards the road, a desperate attempt to save the son he had never truly acknowledged. He was too late. The car struck Jin, the sickening thud echoing the shattering of Jin's world. Jungkook cradled Jin's bleeding body, his heart a leaden weight in his chest, and rushed him to the hospital.
The doctors whisked Jin into the operating theater. He had lost a significant amount of blood. They urgently needed a transfusion, but Jin's blood type was unknown. After testing, the results came back: B positive, the same as Seokjin and Jungkook. Without hesitation, both fathers offered their blood. Perhaps Seokjin's outward coldness masked a deeper, unspoken care.
Driven by a sudden, inexplicable urge, Jungkook requested a DNA test. The results confirmed his deepest fear and a shocking truth: Jin was his biological son. The pregnancy had occurred before Namjoon's horrific act.
Tears streamed down Jin's pale face as he lay unconscious, a silent testament to years of unspoken pain. Jungkook and Seokjin wept openly, the weight of their ignorance and cruelty crushing them.
Jin remained in a coma for six agonizing months. During that time, Seokjin, Jungkook, and even Taehyung maintained a vigil at his bedside, their guilt and worry a tangible presence in the sterile room. When Jin finally opened his eyes, a fragile forgiveness bloomed in his heart.
Knowing the depth of Jin's and Taehyung's feelings, his parents didn't hesitate. They called off the engagement with Jimin and wholeheartedly supported a union between Jin and Taehyung. Their wedding was a quiet, heartfelt affair. Jin left the house that had never truly felt like home and moved in with Taehyung.
Seokjin and Jungkook became frequent visitors, their newfound protectiveness a stark contrast to their past indifference. Then came the joyous news: Jin was pregnant. Seokjin insisted on moving in with Jin and Taehyung until the baby's arrival, showering his son with the affection he had long withheld.
The day Jin went into labor, he was in the familiar comfort of his and Taehyung's home, nestled in the bathtub, Taehyung's strong arms supporting him. And there, guiding their grandchild into the world, was his appa, Seokjin, his hands filled with a love that had finally found its way home.