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His hands were trembling.
He was a mess.
Inhaling much more than courage and deep breaths, Taehyung followed closely behind Jungkook, trudging their way down to the Jeons' impressive wine cellar.
His breath hitched.
"Hey, babe," Jungkook called out softly to the young man, with his back facing them, standing near the wooden shelf which was filled with, undoubtedly, expensive bottles of wine. "Someone's here to see you."
The said young man turned around and stared blankly at the two of them before staring out into the open once again. Without a word, he took a lazy sip from his glass of wine and glared back at Taehyung.
Taehyung was bound by his anxiety.
The young man's damning eyes bore into his own as they all stood there unmoving, and Taehyung couldn't look away even if he wanted to. The time ticked by the minute, and Taehyung was the first one to look away. The young man snickered at that, taking another huge swig of his beverage, and Jungkook moved instinctively to his husband's side.
"Please, babe. That's enough," he whispered softly, trying to grab the glass from his hand.
"Tch." He pushed Jungkook away from him, drawing the glass close to his lips and drinking the remainder of his wine. Taehyung and Jungkook just watched him helplessly as he began to sway to the slow rhythm of a lazy but forlorn French jazz crooning in the background, his eyes close to tears.
"Ji-"
"I abhore you to death, Kim Taehyung," he cut Taehyung off even before he could utter his name, his voice dangerously low and dripping with venom. "You don't know how I wished, how I wanted you dead."
"Babe, he just wants to k-"
"I don't fucking care what he fucking wants!"
"Calm dow-"
"Get out! Get the fuck out of my home!" he outcried suddenly, pointing an accusatory finger at Taehyung and with nothing but pure hatred in his eyes. "God, I fucking hate you!"
"Please," Taehyung begged, "Please, tell m-me."
He just wanted to know the truth.
He needed someone to tell him everything.
"Babe, I know he doesn't deserve it, but he needs to know," Jungkook insisted after his husband's outburst.
"But I hate him so much, Kookie..." he sniveled.
Taehyung watched as Jungkook pulled and enveloped his husband into his arms, soothing him with featherlight kisses on his temple. "I know you do. Me, too. But we also know that Taehyung hates himself the most."
Taehyung's tears shed freely—he paid the price of his arrogance and stupidity, of letting the love of his life go, of choosing something he could live without rather than the one that he could not, and of being a cowardly prick.
His knees gave out and he found himself crumpling on the wooden floor with his hands on his face. He was nothing now. Not even a less of a husk of a man. He jolted in surprise when he felt hands enfolded around him.
