Who's the devil ?

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In the quiet confines of Taehyung's new home, sadness hung heavily in the air. Taehyung sat alone in his dimly lit room, the weight of heartache pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. His eyes, once filled with warmth and laughter, were now clouded with sorrow, reflecting the pain of a love lost and the wounds left behind.

As he sat alone in his quiet room, the memories of his time with Jungkook flooded his mind like an overwhelming tide. He couldn't help but reminisce about the laughter they shared, the tender moments, and the love that once bound them together. Each memory was like a bittersweet melody playing in his heart, reminding him of the happiness they had once known.

A deep sigh escaped Taehyung's lips as he clutched his chest, feeling a profound sadness settle within him. The pain of their separation weighed heavily on his shoulders, and the void left by Jungkook's absence seemed insurmountable. His mind replayed their shared dreams, whispered promises, and the love that had once bloomed between them, now reduced to mere echoes in the chambers of his heart.

Tears welled up in Taehyung's eyes as he allowed himself to grieve the loss of their love. The room felt suffocating, and the ache in his chest intensified with every passing moment. He let his emotions flow freely, allowing the sadness to wash over him like a tidal wave, acknowledging the depth of his heartache.

Meanwhile, Sung Ryung, entered the room, her stern expression highlighting her concern. 

"Taehyung, you can't be doing this again" she scolded, her voice firm but filled with worry.

"You need to go to the JEC Company and supervise the work. Your absence will only make matters worse."

Taehyung  wrapped his arms tightly around his knees. He paid no attention to Sung Ryung's words, her well-intentioned advice falling on deaf ears. Tears streamed down his cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of his heartache. The pain in his chest was so raw and intense that he felt physically crippled by it.

His sobs were silent, but the sound of his broken heart echoed loudly in the silence of the room. The memories of his time with Jungkook replayed in his mind like a cruel movie, each scene a reminder of what was lost. Everything felt like a distant, unreachable past.

Sung Ryung watched him, her heart breaking for her nephew. She wanted to reach out, to comfort him, but she knew that some wounds ran too deep for mere words to heal. All she could do was stand there, a silent witness to his pain, wishing she could shoulder the burden for him.

She sighed, her frustration giving way to understanding. She approached Taehyung, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

"I understand that it's painful, Taehyung, but you can't let this heartache paralyze you," she said gently. 

"You have a responsibility to the company and to yourself remember!"

Taehyung nodded weakly, his gaze still distant and lost. 

"I know, Aunt Sung Ryung, but it's just... it's so hard," he admitted, his voice breaking with the weight of his emotions. 

"I ..miss him..I miss.. Jungkook... It's unbearable."

***

Jimin arrived at the company, a familiar smile lighting up his face as he greeted the employees in the reception area. With confident strides, he made his way through the bustling office, heading toward Jungkook's office. The door was slightly ajar, and he peeked in, finding Jungkook engrossed in his work.

"Hey, CEO," Jimin teased, using the playful nickname they had shared since their school days. 

"Am I interrupting?"

Jungkook looked up, his expression softening immediately upon seeing Jimin. 

"Never, Jimin" he said, a genuine smile gracing his lips. 

"I'm happy to see you. Come on in."

Jimin entered the office, and they exchanged a warm hug.

Jimin wandered around the sleek and modern office, his eyes wide with awe as he admired the fortune that surrounded him. 

"Your mother was incredibly powerful, Jungkook," he remarked, his voice filled with admiration. "Do you think you should visit her in prison? Maybe there's a chance for reconciliation?"

Jungkook paused, his expression hardening with resolve. 

"No, Jimin," he said firmly, his jaw set. 

"What she did is beyond forgiveness. She took a life, and there's no excuse for that. I can't overlook her actions just because she's my mother."

Jimin nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He placed a reassuring hand on Jungkook's shoulder, offering his support. 

"I'm here for you, Jungkook. No matter what you decide, I'll stand by your side."

With a grateful smile, Jungkook nodded back at his friend.

As they stood in the office, the knock on the door interrupted their conversation, and both Jungkook and Jimin turned to see Taehyung standing there, his eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, the room fell into a hushed silence, the weight of their shared history lingering in the air.

"Taehyung," Jungkook said, his voice stern.

"I..I.." Taehyung stuttered, his gaze flickering between them. There was a clear tension in the room.

"Why are you stuttring." Jimin, smirked

Taehyung hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. As he closed the door behind him, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Jungkook, still leaning on the desk, and Jimin, standing beside him, exchanged glances of curiosity.

"Get out Kim! I am busy with Jimin!" Jungkook spoke, trying to keep his voice steady.

Taehyung took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Jungkook's. 

"I... I wanted to talk.." he said, his voice soft but determined.

As Jimin took a step back, offering a reassuring pat on Jungkook's shoulder. Before he even realized what he was doing, Jungkook held Jimin by the waist and crushed their lips together in an impulsive kiss.

The kiss took Jimin by surprise, and for a moment, he responded instinctively. But as their lips met, he pulled away, his eyes widening in shock and confusion. He glanced back at Taehyung.

Taehyung, standing there as a silent witness to their impulsive kiss, felt a sharp pang of jealousy and heartache. 

The damage had been done.