Jeongguk’s breathing was erratic, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he gripped the backrest of the dining chair, knuckles pale from the strain. His body swayed slightly, weak and unsteady, the exhaustion of sleepless nights and empty stomach catching up to him. He hadn’t eaten since the previous day’s lunch, and it showed, his frame looked frail, his lips dry, his eyes dull with fatigue.
Taehyung, alarmed by the sight before him, hurried toward him in worry. His usual composure faltered as he took in the younger man’s trembling form. The sound of Jeongguk’s uneven breaths filled the silent room, each one heavier than the last, as if the air itself was too thick for him to draw in.
✧ Stories born from quiet thoughts and restless hearts ✧ Hello, I’m taeggukiefiqs, a writer who loves creating emotionally driven stories filled with slow burns, tension, and complicated love. Most of my works revolve around Taekook (top Taehyung × bottom Jungkook), while also exploring other dynamics like Namjin and Yoonmin. Through my stories, I try to create worlds where emotions run deep and characters learn, break, and heal along the way. I’m currently a student balancing studies and writing, and this space is where I share my stories, thoughts, and occasional exclusive content. If you enjoy my writing and wish to support my journey, your support means more than words can express. But even simply reading and being part of this small community is already something I’m deeply grateful for. Thank you for being here. ✦ — taeggukiefiqs
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