Maybe it should have been you (kt ff)

17. Amends

Taehyung's P.O.V.: (After leaving Y/n at Jimin's house)

As I slip into the driver's seat, I prepare to leave, but just as I'm about to pull away, I catch a glimpse of Y/n's face through the rearview mirror. Her voice calls out to me, fragile and trembling, tears welling in her eyes. For a moment, I freeze, my grip on the steering wheel tightening as her sorrowful expression pierces through my resolve. The urge to turn back nearly overwhelms me, the weight of my own words and actions crushing down, but I force myself to push past it. With a deep breath, I harden my resolve, turn the wheel, and drive away, the echo of her voice lingering.

The road ahead blurs as the anger starts to dissipate, and is replaced by a hollow sadness that settles deep in my chest. I know Y/n is probably with Jimin by now, and the thought gnaws at me, unraveling the anger I've harbored.

I don't hate Jimin, though I wish I could. He's given me plenty of reasons to, after all. We were friends once, even if we were never as close as I was with the others. But after he married Y/n and I made the impossible decision to step aside, to try and move on, he ruined everything. He had her—the woman I've loved my entire life—and yet, he never seemed to realize what he had. Every time he broke her heart, the anger inside me grew, festering until it turned into something poisonous, something that now defines our every interaction. All we do is fight, and I hate what we've become.

For so long, I blamed Jimin for everything. It was easier to pin it all on him, to see him as the villain. But now, as the truth settles in, I realize it's not just him. I love Y/n, and maybe, just maybe, she could love me too. But I can't bear the thought of being second to a man who has done nothing but bring her pain. Why can't she see that? No matter what he does, she always stands by him, and defends him, even when he's in the wrong. And Jimin... he never admits it. He never acknowledges how he really feels or the damage he's done. Why can't he just let her go? I know she would be happier with me; I'm sure he knows it too, even if he'll never say it out loud.

As I pull into the driveway, a surge of frustration overtakes me. I slam my hands against the steering wheel, a scream tearing from my throat. "DAMN IT! DAMN IT!"Tears well up, blurring my vision as anger and sorrow intertwine, flooding every corner of my mind. "Is it too much to ask?" I whisper into the void, my voice breaking as I wipe at my face with trembling hands. "Can't I have the one thing I've ever wanted?"

I drag myself out of the car, every step feeling heavy. The front door looms ahead, but as I reach out to open it, something inside me shatters, and I just can't do it. I collapse onto the front porch instead, the weight of my grief pulling me down until I'm sitting there, head bowed, tears streaming down my face as I bury my face in my hands.

Y/n's P.O.V.: (In the car with Jungkook at the end of the last chapter)

Jungkook glances at me with a mix of confusion and concern, his brow furrowing. "What? Why? We just talked about this! Do I need to give you the 'love yourself first' speech again?" His voice is firm, but there's a hint of desperation underneath. I can't help but let out a small laugh, shaking my head at his protective nature. "No, it's not like that, Kook. I need to end things with Jimin—for good this time. I need to tell him I want a divorce and that my feelings for Taehyung are real. I can't keep giving him false hope, and I can't keep hurting Taehyung by letting him think there's a chance I'll go back to Jimin."

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Good, you had me worried there for a second. Sure, I'll take you to Jimin's." His smile is warm and reassuring, and I can't help but return it. "Thanks, Kook," I say softly, appreciating his unwavering support. He just nods, his usual playful demeanor returning.

The drive back to Jimin's is quiet, peaceful even, with soft music playing in the background. Jungkook hums along to the melody, his voice a soothing contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in my mind. As we get closer to Jimin's house, I can feel the nerves tightening in my chest, the weight of what I'm about to do settling in. Sensing my anxiety, Jungkook glances over at me and gently takes my hand, his touch grounding me. "It'll be okay. If he's even a fraction of the guy he used to be, he'll understand and let you go. And if he doesn't, well, you've got your strong brother here to beat him up for you." His attempt at humor pulls a laugh from me, the tension easing just a bit as I meet his soft smile. He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze as we pull into the driveway.