PART 4: POV Taehyung

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He sat down at the table and smiled broadly. "What an interesting company gathered around this table," Taehyung laughed as you and Jungkook glared at him. "My ex best friend and my future wife," he said, and you and Jungkook stared at each other in shock.

"Best friend?" You asked Jungkook while slapping the table.

"Yes," Jungkook replied before looking at Taehyung. "I didn't think you remembered anything else about the time you're trying so hard to erase from your memory," Jungkook snorted. "I was too naive then, believing you that you want to avoid the life that your family was preparing for you"

"What?" you stared at Jungkook. "I think I'm too drunk because I don't understand what's going on here."

He looked at you in surprise. If you're not here to find information on him, what kind of relationship do you have with Jungkook?

"I'm more interested in why he calls you his future wife," growled Jungkook glare at you.

"Never mind, he's practicing his flat jokes for his stand-up" you waved your hand at Taehyung direction, making his heart flutter with your mercy. "Kim Taehyung-nim" you looked at him as you tapped on the table. "You know you go all over personal boundaries? Although who am I talking to ... I hope your watchdog wasn't too upset when he lost me" you chuckled.

"It upset me," Kim Taehyung replied, taking your hand. Jungkook grabbed him by the collar, forcing him to stand up from his seat.

"Don't touch my sister!" growled Jungkook, seething with anger.

The words seemed to knock all the air out of his lungs. So Jungkook's older sister, to whom they were going to flee to America, is you. He remembered calling you from Jungkook's phone, posing as your future husband. Even then, he fell in love with you. You didn't just remind him of his first love - you were his first love! He laughed out loud, fate is really too cruel to him. It was not enough for you to make me sacrifice of Jungkook, now you want to take her away too ... he asked mentally fate, as if it were a human. "Wasn't it you who wanted me to be her husband?" he chuckled, and Jungkook dug his fingers into his neck.

"Shut up, Taehyung," Jungkook shouted, tightening hi fingers around Taehyung's neck.

"Do you understand that if my guards were here, you would hardly still be alive." Taehyung grinned.

"Oh, believe me, I haven't forgotten such a valuable lesson that your family has so kindly taught me," Jungkook said, rubbing his right shoulder.

You stared at the two of them in shock, "So those who shot you ..."

"Yes. Taehyung's father didn't like what I told his son that there is another life outside the mafia, without violence and murder." Jungkook pushed Taehyung back, taking a step back. "Although you shouldn't be angry with him, nuna, he was the one who kept me alive by begging his father on his knees not to kill me. Thank you, my best friend" Every word from Jungkook was saturated with anger and disappointment, making his heart ache.

Jungkook's gaze was the same as then, filled with pain and regret. He returned for a moment the night his father found them. Recalling how Jungkook begged him to run away with him and live a free life... recalling how Jungkook bled to death in his arms... recalling the promise he made to his father to keep Jungkook alive... and every blow he received after that.

But the blow from reality was stronger when he looked at you and saw shock and tears in your eyes when you realized who he was, who you were to each other.

"Let's go..." you said, taking Jungkook's hand and leading him away, leaving Taehyung alone.

It wasn't enough for you to be just a detective. You also turned out to be the sister of his best friend, with whom he fell in love, spending every night talking with you. He grabbed a chair and threw it into the wall in anger, trying to throw out at least a drop of those emotions that were inside him. He walked over to the table and took a bottle of whiskey and took several long sips.

"Well, how could I deal with this now," he whispered into the void, hoping to hear the answer ...

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