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Jimin's heart pounded fiercely in his chest, his hands clammy, betraying the turmoil brewing inside him. He could feel beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, slipping into his eyes, stinging. He wiped them away hastily, his gaze darting around the room, painfully aware of the dozens of eyes trained on him, expecting, demanding answers.
"Jimin," Taehyung's voice cut through the tense silence, steady but sharp, laced with an unmistakable demand. "Tell me everything." His gaze was unwavering, his dark eyes boring into Jimin's, urging him to break the silence. But the other swallowed hard, trapped between the truth and the walls of expectation closing in on him.
Jimin was scared but he knew that he had to tell this , sooner or later, the truth can't be hidden forever. He clenched his fist for some self confidence boost-up.
"The p-person you had sex with , is me, your blood related brother, Kim Jimin." He finally spoke, his tongue willing to slip any moment.
A heavy silence hung in the air, tense and suffocating, until Namjoon stormed forward, his face a mask of anger. Without a moment's hesitation, he seized Jimin's wrist, his grip firm, almost painful.
"Jimin, stop it!" Namjoon's voice, rough and furious, sliced through the room. "Are you out of your mind? What kind of sick prank is this? Stop saying this—this shameless nonsense!"
Jimin's heart twisted painfully. Hearing his appa's voice, usually so gentle and steady, laced with such harshness cut him deeper than any scolding ever could. Tears gathered in his eyes, blurring the room before him. Namjoon had never, not once in his life, raised his voice against him. And now, the look of disappointment and disbelief in his father's eyes stung more than anything.
"A-appa I-I didn't do it intentionally. Trust me. I wasn't sober at all." Jimin tried to make him understand but Namjoon wasn't affected at all.
Namjoon's expression was cold, his face etched with disappointment as he looked away, crossing his arms tightly. "Of course, you weren't sober," he spat. "I trust in my own upbringing to know you would never... never do this in your right mind. But even so, Jimin, that doesn't excuse any of it." He sighed heavily, running a hand over his face, as though the weight of it all was pressing down on him. "Oh, Lord... why am I still here to witness this?"
Jimin's gaze flitted around desperately, searching for an anchor in the whirlwind. His eyes landed on Taehyung, who stood a few paces away, frozen, his face pale with shock. For a brief moment, they locked eyes, but Taehyung looked away almost immediately, his expression unreadable.
"Is it r-really true?" Taehyung muttered in confusion, his voice barely a whisper. "How did this even happen?"
"Tae, l-look at this," Jimin's hand shook as he held out the medical report. "The doctor... he isn't lying... and why would I? God, I wish it had never happened. That night was a curse for both of us." He could barely see through the tears clouding his vision, his gaze flickering between the document and Taehyung's blurred figure.
