Chapter 15: The Color of Betrayal
The morning air was still. Quiet. Almost too quiet.
Taehyung sat alone in his office cabin, the only sound echoing being the soft swipes of his fingers across the screen of his phone. He had already finished his first lecture for the day, and despite the calm that surrounded him, an uneasy clung to his chest. To his surprise—and slight relief—Jungkook hadn’t shown up for class that morning. Not that Taehyung had wanted him to.
He knew Jungkook. Knew the way he thrived off chaos, always pushing, poking, trying to shatter the calm with the weight of his teasing. Always needing to see how far he could go.
A soft chime pulled him from his thoughts.
Seojun:
Hyung, Kai hyung told you to come to the canteen.
Taehyung sighed, tossing his phone onto the desk before sluggishly getting up. His legs felt heavy, his thoughts even more so.
As he stepped out into the corridor, he was met with a familiar presence.
“You got a message too?” Eunwoo asked, falling into stride beside him.
Taehyung merely nodded.
Together, they made their way to the canteen, the air buzzing with conversations and the rustle of students during lunch hour. They navigated past the clusters of noisy students, eventually reaching the far end where Kai, Seo-jun, Namjin, Yoonmin, jackson and Hoseok were gathered—everyone, except Jungkook.
“Professor Kim, Professor Choi,” Jimin greeted with a smile, “What brings the two of you here?”
“Oh, come on, Jimin,” Jin rolled his eyes dramatically, “Don’t pretend you forgot that Seojun and Professor Choi are dating. Obviously, he came here to feed his man.”
The group chuckled, Eunwoo scratching the back of his head shyly as he took a seat beside Seojun. Taehyung offered a soft, almost imperceptible smile before sliding into the seat beside Kai.
“By the way, where’s Jungkook?” Jackson asked Hoseok, who shrugged in confusion. Everyone else mirrored the same look.
Kai turned to Taehyung. “You look tired. Didn’t sleep well?”
“I’m fine,” Taehyung replied, voice low.
Kai didn’t look convinced. Under the table, his hand gently found Taehyung’s thigh.
“What happened?”
“Nightmare.”
Kai gave a comforting squeeze. “Eat something. You’ll feel better.”
Just as the tension seemed to ease, the atmosphere in the canteen shifted. Murmurs started, growing louder by the second. Heads turned. Footsteps slowed.
Taehyung froze.
And then he saw him.
Jungkook.
Wearing red.
Blood red.
Taehyung’s body stiffened as if the oxygen had been ripped from the room. The shade clung to Jungkook like a cruel joke, bold and deliberate. Every fiber in Taehyung’s body recoiled.
With a smug smirk, Jungkook sauntered across the canteen until he was standing right in front of him.
"How am I looking, Professor Kim?" he asked, his voice honeyed with mockery.
The canteen went silent.
Confusion flickered across most faces, but not Kai’s. Not Eunwoo’s. Not Seo-jun’s. Not jackson's. They knew. They knew what red meant to Taehyung.
Kai’s jaw clenched. “What the hell is this, Jungkook?”
Jungkook shrugged, that same smirk plastered on his lips. “What? Don’t I look good in it?”
Kai looked ready to lunge, but Eunwoo placed a hand on his chest, holding him back.
“Don’t,” Eunwoo whispered. “Let it be.”
Jungkook’s gaze turned back to Taehyung.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t like my outfit, Professor?”
The next moment happened in a blur.
SLAP.
The sharp sound of flesh against flesh cracked through the silence.
Taehyung’s hand trembled as it fell back to his side. Jungkook’s face was turned away, cheek red from the force of the slap. The entire canteen gasped, frozen in disbelief.
Taehyung’s chest heaved. His veins iced over. And when he finally spoke, his voice was no longer soft. It was fire and brimstone.
“Do you think this is funny?”
Jungkook turned slowly, his eyes wide, blinking away the sting of the blow—until he saw it.
The tears.
Silent, burning, and glistening in Taehyung’s eyes.
“Pro—”
“Don’t.”
Taehyung’s voice cracked like thunder.
“You think this is some game? A joke? You know. You know what red meant to me?.”
The room was spinning for Jungkook. His breath caught.
“You know what, Jungkook?” Taehyung whispered, his voice drenched in pain. “I was right. You’re just a reckless, heartless child who finds joy in others’ misery. You don’t think. You never think.”
Every word pierced Jungkook’s chest like a blade. His body didn’t move. Couldn’t move.
“Never show me your face again.”
And with that, Taehyung turned and walked away.
Kai, Eunwoo, Jackson and Seo-jun immediately followed, each of them sparing Jungkook a bitter look.
The remaining professors and students stood stunned. Yoonmin, Hoseok, Namjin—all watching as Jungkook stood there, rooted in place.
He didn’t follow. He didn’t speak. His world had just tilted off its axis.
It was supposed to be a joke. Just a tease. He hadn’t thought it would cut this deep. He hadn’t thought—
Tears.
He saw tears.
And they were because of him.
He had put them there.
The very thing he promised himself he’d never do—he broke it. All because he wanted to push Taehyung’s buttons. All because he couldn’t handle being ignored for a single day.
He thought the color red was harmless.
But to Taehyung, it was a scream from the past.
And Jungkook had become the one holding the knife.
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**“He wore red like it was power, but to Taehyung—it was blood. It was screams. It was everything he had buried, dragged back to the surface by the one person he wished he could trust.
A color so simple, yet it burned like betrayal.”**
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