Jungkook stood frozen at the doorway, the glass of freshly made juice trembling slightly in his hand.
It was for Taehyung made with love, like every little thing he did for him.
But the words he had just overheard cut deeper than any knife.
His chest ached, not because of anger, but because of helplessness.
He wanted to barge in, confront Taehyung, scream at him ask him who he thinks he is to speak like that, to feel so indifferent to someone who gave everything without asking for anything in return.
But he couldn't.
He was bound by a reason , a promise to himself he had made long ago one that left his hands chained and lips sealed.
With trembling fingers, he wiped the silent tears from his cheeks, placed the juice and a neatly folded set of clothes on the bed. He turned to glance at the closed bathroom door.
A soft sigh escaped him.
Then, he walked out of the room, left the apartment, and called a taxi from the main gate.
Without a word, without a trace of the pain storming inside him, he left for work.
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Minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Taehyung stepped out, drying his hair, completely unaware of the scene that had just passed in his absence.
His eyes landed on the neatly laid out clothes and the untouched breakfast tray on the table.
He blinked, surprised, and then picked up the note placed next to the plate.
The handwriting was familiar - neat, soft.
Note:
I am visiting my parents grave.
No need to drop me. I'll be on time for the meeting.
.Your unwanted husband
Taehyung stood still for a second, reading and rereading the last line. His jaw clenched. He folded the note and threw it aside carelessly, but his mind lingered on the words.
"Unwanted." That word echoed in his head longer than he wanted to admit.
Without wasting another minute, he grabbed his phone and wallet, shoved them into his coat pocket, and stepped out.
But as he opened the door, something made his blood boil again.
A flower bouquet lay neatly outside the door. Another one.
He bent down and picked it up with mild disgust. Tucked between the stems, there was yet another note. He opened it and read it.
Note:
Good morning, love. Looking hot in black. I wish I could hug you, but I am not that lucky yet. Don't worry very soon, I will be the one who will be with you for eternity.
-Your stalker
Taehyung's face turned dark with rage. He crumpled the note in his fist and threw the bouquet down the hallway. His heart pounded with a mix of fear, disgust, and fury.
Without waiting, he stormed into his car he never liked having bodyguards around, so he always drove himself.
Once inside, he dialed the only person he trusted with this mess.
The line connected.
Taehyung: Hello? Did you find anything about that bastard yet?
J-Hope: No, Tae. This stalker is smart. Really smart. We didn't find a single trace or clue We don't even know if it's male or female
Taehyung: they has guts, Hyung. Stalking me so openly like this every damn day. I want you to find them early and fast.
J-Hope: I am trying, Tae. I promise. Just hang in there stop being worried.
Taehyung: I Am not worried, Hyung. I am frustrated. These creepy letters and cheesy words every morning it's like a sick routine. And on the other hand, Jungkook
J-Hope:What about him?
Taehyung:I don't know. There's something off I feel like I have e known him before. But he is not what he pretends to be. He hides something behind that silence.
J-Hope: Tae, what are you saying?
Taehyung: I don't know either. Just find the stalker. Please.
J-Hope: I will.
Taehyung ended the call without another word and started the car. The silence inside was loud enough to scream.
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Somewhere in Seoul - a dim-lit apartment.
Two silhouettes sat across from each other, one sipping coffee, the other smirking.
??: Your crazy queen.
Sana: Not more than him.
??: You really think so?
Sana: Yes. And honestly, I feel bad for that bunny boy.
??: Oh? You're feeling bad for him now? How sweet of you.
Sana:Shut up. Just a little sympathy, okay? And don't forget we have got that meeting today. Everyone is going to be there. Including your 'love'.
??: I am not going.
Sana: Why?
??: Because I don't want the world to know who the Queen is that easily. He will find me first. Then the world can know.
Sana : You could at least wear a mask, you know.
??: Who's the boss here? Me or you? And he can still guess me
Sana: Okay okay, chill.
??: And anyway, Hobi is getting close.
Sana: Yeah, he is good at this. I think he will find something soon.
??: He will get a name. Just a name. And that name will only make Taehyung more confused. That's when the real game startsm
Sana: What is your plan, anyway?
??: I never tell anyone my plans.
Sana: Ugh, fine. Then who will attend the meeting?
??: You will. And you'll deliver this to Taehyung.
hands over a sealed black envelope
Sana: Fine. I am leaving.
As she left, the figure leaned back into the shadows.
??: I miss your voice, love. You made me just like you , cold, ruthless, merciless.
A perfect mafia with no heart but only for you. I am giving you a hint this time. Find me, fast. I am tired of hiding. I want to hold you again. I want to kiss you, even if it's the last thing I ever do.
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Who is queen? Why taehyung finds jungkook strange? What's cooking queen mind ? What gonna happen.
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