𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ||𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 ✔️

Chapter 37

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Jungkook stood there, paralyzed, in front of Taehyung's door. He felt hollow, as if the weight of his mistakes was pressing down on him. After what felt like an eternity, he forced himself to move. He took slow, dragging steps toward his room, his mind numb. Once inside, he closed the door behind him and slid down to the floor, burying his face in his hands. The silence of his room contrasted sharply with the chaos in his heart.

Meanwhile, inside his own room, Taehyung's hands were trembling. The sight of the blood on his clothes brought a fresh wave of anger and pain. With shaky hands, he quickly stripped off the stained clothes, throwing them aside as if they burned him. The emotional turmoil left him feeling raw and exposed, each breath a struggle to maintain control.

Both men, now separated by a wall, felt the weight of their shared past and the uncertain future pressing down on them, each grappling with their own inner demons and the remnants of a love that once was.
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The next morning, Jungkook woke up, realizing he had fallen asleep on the floor, leaning against the door. His body ached from the uncomfortable position, but the emotional pain was far worse. He dragged himself to the bathroom, hoping the hot shower would wash away some of the numbness he felt.

After dressing in a suit, he called his men. "Is the jet ready?" he asked, his voice flat.

"Yes, boss," came the prompt reply.

"Good," he said, cutting the call. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. His face remained blank, devoid of any emotion. The events of the previous night played on a loop in his mind.

He stepped out of his room and walked to Taehyung's door, knocking softly. When Taehyung opened it, there was a moment of silence. Jungkook noted the guarded expression in Taehyung's eyes.

"We're leaving. The jet is ready," Jungkook said softly, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Taehyung nodded curtly, avoiding Jungkook's eyes as he stepped back into his room to grab his things. Jungkook waited. When Taehyung emerged, he closed the door behind him without a word.

They walked down the hallway in silence, the echoes of their footsteps the only sound. Jungkook stole a glance at the blonde, who was staring straight ahead, his expression unreadable. Each step felt heavy, burdened by the unspoken words and unresolved feelings between them.

Outside, the car was waiting. Jungkook opened the door for Taehyung, who got in without a word. Jungkook followed, settling into the seat beside him. The drive to the airport was silent, each man lost in his own thoughts.

At the airport, they were greeted by the crew with the same respect as always. Jungkook acknowledged the greetings with a nod, maintaining his composure. He gestured for Taehyung to walk ahead, watching as he boarded the jet.

Inside the opulent cabin, the tension was almost suffocating. Jungkook took a seat opposite Taehyung, stealing a glance at him. Taehyung's face was a mask of indifference, but Jungkook could see the flicker of emotion in his eyes.

As the jet prepared for takeoff, Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in his chest.

The cabin was filled with a heavy silence, neither of them willing or able to bridge the gap with words. Taehyung stared out the window, his profile rigid and unyielding, while Jungkook's eyes remained fixed on him, hoping for some sign, some spark of the man he once knew.

The flight back to Korea felt interminable. Every second stretched out painfully, the silence growing more oppressive. When they finally landed, the relief was almost tangible, yet it brought no comfort.