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EP34: The haunting hour

Jungkook's return home was met with the enticing aroma of a carefully prepared meal, Taehyung had extended a flavourful olive branch, a symbol of peace, to mend their fractured relationship. He knew, as if by instinct, that Taehyung had crafted the extravagant dishes with love, an unspoken invitation for a heartfelt conversation after the morning's bitter altercation.

"Jungkook-ah, you're back!" Taehyung greeted, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He approached with open arms, longing for an embrace that could begin the healing process. Jungkook's response, however, was an unyielding stiffness. He stood there, arms at his sides, too slow to return the hug, and the disappointment that crossed Taehyung's features was fleeting, replaced by a quiet acceptance of Jungkook's wounded disposition.

In a gentle yet deliberate gesture, Taehyung pulled back from the hug and led Jungkook to the kitchen, where the table was adorned with care. Three plates were already set, symbolizing the family they had built together – two lovely parents and their precious daughter.

"Taehee's excited to have her favorite dishes tonight. She's been waiting for you to return so that she can eat with her papa," Taehyung commented, his voice carrying a blend of anticipation and anxiety.

"Oh, I see…" came Jungkook's reply. "Papa is finally here, Taehee."

Nervousness lay just beneath the surface of Taehyung's demeanor as he attempted to engage Jungkook in conversation, inquiring about his day. "Uhm- how was your day, Jungkook?" he asked, trying to initiate a dialogue.

However, Jungkook's response was muted. He offered a monosyllabic reply, his thoughts consumed by the fatigue that clung to him and the weight of the unresolved issue that loomed in the air.

A heavy silence filled the room as they sat at the table, their once harmonious family dynamic fractured. The clinking of utensils against plates was accompanied by a lingering tension, the remnants of their earlier discord casting a shadow over the room.

Though Taehyung's desire to mend their relationship was evident, he understood that timing was crucial, and Jungkook's weariness demanded acknowledgment. The evening held the promise of a heartfelt conversation, but it seemed that, for now, both men needed time to collect their thoughts and heal from the scars of their morning fight.

He never realized that his mere friendship with Ju Ho would bother Jungkook so deeply.

After the meal, Jungkook decided to retreat to the shower, hoping the water would cleanse not just his body, but also his troubled thoughts. He couldn't understand what was wrong with him today. Why was he so agitated and bothered? He hadn't even expressed gratitude to Taehyung for the delicious meal he had cooked.

Turning on the shower, he let the warm spray cascaded over him, a soothing touch, or so he thought. But as the water droplets fell around him, they couldn't wash away the creeping memories of that morning.

Suddenly, a voice, sinister and persuasive, began to whisper in his mind, weaving a twisted web of vengeance. "You must kill your husband, Jungkook," it urged, a malevolent entity in his consciousness.

Startled and disoriented, Jungkook quickly turned off the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. The voice lingered, and his heart raced. His mind was a battlefield, torn between love and anger, sanity and darkness. Clad in clothes that now felt heavier than armor, Jungkook left the bathroom with a determined stride.

As soon as he stepped into the warmly lit bedroom, the scene that greeted him was nothing short of a heart-wrenching tableau.

His eyes bore witness to a sight that left him breathless – Ju Ho and Taehyung were locked in an intimate, passionate embrace, their lips locked in a dance of desire, unaware of Jungkook's presence. The room seemed to spin around him.