Taehyung thought he had everything he ever wanted, money, success, and a beautiful, responsible wife. But what he didn't expect was to be drawn to a girl he met at a bar, someone who would shake his emotions and leave him questioning everything.
Now...
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please hold my hand, and let's run away together
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chapter ten
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"Kim fucking Taehyung is with Lisa right now!" Jungkook nearly shouted as he stared at his phone, tossing it onto the table in disbelief. "He just texted me, and now he's gone again! No reply, no update—nothing!"
Jimin, seated across from him with arms crossed, rolled his eyes. "Calm down. Just let him do whatever the hell he wants. It's not our circus. Let Jisoo believe what she wants."
"Calm down?" Jungkook glared at him. "You weren't the one being harassed like hell earlier. She pinched me, man. Jisoo pinched me—hard! Like I'm hiding him under the damn couch."
Jimin scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "She was desperate, okay? But it's not our fault. We literally didn't know where Taehyung went. He ghosted us too."
"Still," Jungkook muttered, "this all started because we introduced him to Lisa. Maybe none of this would've happened if we didn't."
Jimin exhaled heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "Then stop imagining what they're doing, idiot. You're just torturing yourself now."
Jungkook looked down at his phone, refreshing the chat again. "I just... Taehyung has a wife, bro."
"And Lisa has a boyfriend," Jimin added. "Yet here we are."
They both went quiet, the weight of the mess Taehyung had walked into settling between them like smoke.
After a few beats, Jimin sat up straighter. "Call him."
Jungkook blinked. "What?"
"Call him. We need help. If Jisoo comes back, she's gonna burn this whole place down and we'll be the ones tied to the stake."
"Man, I've texted him like ten times. What makes you think he'll answer now?"
Jimin just stared.
Grumbling, Jungkook gave in. He tapped the call button. It rang once, twice, three... five times.
Then finally—click.
"Hello?" Taehyung's voice came through, low and hoarse, as if he'd just woken up.
"KIM. FUCKING. TAEHYUNG!" Jungkook yelled into the speaker.
"Why are you shouting?" Taehyung groaned. "I'm going home now."
"Your wife is going feral, man! She's calling everyone like a detective in a k-drama finale. You better show up or she's gonna start dragging your entire bloodline into this!"
Taehyung sighed on the other end. "I told you. I'm heading home."
Then—click. The call ended.
Jungkook lowered the phone slowly. "...He's on the way."
