Did We Love Each Other ✔️

Chapter 23

Y/n was throwing anything her hands could find, her fury turning the entire mansion into chaos. After what had happened today-her career crashing down, her name tarnished-she knew there was no going back to that industry. She had lost everything, and the weight of it made her mad, made her rage burn hotter with every passing second. Her disheveled hair fell over her face, her breaths sharp and uneven. Each movement, each shattered object, sent unease crawling over everyone present. The wild look in her eyes, the incoherent blabbering, and the cutting words spilling from her lips made them freeze. And then-her confession. The truth no one expected.

Jennie's fingers tightened against her sides, her body numb with disbelief. She stepped forward, her voice trembling, not from fear, but from the weight of the accusation.

"Unnie... you're lying," she said in a harsh tone, the words breaking through the heavy air. "You can't love him. He is your sister's love..." The room fell into a tense silence, the kind that made every heartbeat sound too loud.

"Who are you to call me a liar? He was mine the moment my eyes landed on him. From the very first day we met. And you're the one who came in between. And this man-" she pointed sharply at Mr. Kim "-asked for his hands for you, not knowing his elder daughter had already claimed him in her heart long ago. He never asked me first. If he had, I would've surely crushed his little plan and made him ask for my Taehyung's hand-for me, not for you, you bitch-" her voice shook with restrained rage, cutting the insult short.

"I came here for one reason-to make him mine. Not because you called me. If I want something, I get it. Look at me, all of you-whatever happened, if I wanted to kill that Jungkook, or you-" her glare snapped to Jennie "-or anyone else foolish enough to come between me and Taehyung, I would. I'd destroy every life in my way. Because he is mine. No one has the right to claim him but me."

With that, she seized the flower vase from the table and hurled it to the ground. It shattered into dozens of jagged shards, the sharp sound echoing through the room. Without another glance, she turned and walked out, her heels clicking like gunshots against the marble floor.

"Appa... did you hear what she said?" Jennie's voice trembled-not with sadness, but with something darker. "How could she even think about my love like that? Taehyung is mine... you promised me," she reminded him, each word heavier than the last. "You said you'd give him to me, no matter what happened, no matter who tried to stop you." Her eyes narrowed, searching her father's face for even a flicker of sympathy... but all she found was a cold, unblinking stare.

"Let her make him mine, Jennie..." Mr. Kim's voice was calm-too calm, the kind of cold that burned. Jennie's head snapped toward her father, disbelief clouding her tear-filled eyes. It took her a moment to even process the words. He met her gaze without a hint of hesitation. "Let her do whatever she wants. I only care about reclaiming the position I lost years ago. If she becomes the key to putting me back there, then I have no reason to stop her." His words landed like slow, heavy blows, each one sinking deeper into her chest. "She's brave enough to bend everything to our will. And you saw it, didn't you? How wild she was tonight. I haven't seen my child like that in years. So let her have him, Jennie. Forget him. I'll choose someone else for you."

He turned away before the tremor in her breathing could reach him, walking out without sparing a glance at the daughter he had just shattered.

Mrs. Kim didn't stay either. She slid her phone into her pocket, scrolling one last time, her indifference cutting deeper than words. Without even acknowledging the storm in the room, she followed her husband, leaving Jennie standing there-alone, her tears the only witness to her breaking.

Jennie gripped the edge of the couch, her head spinning as everyone's words echoed in her mind. No-she wasn't hurt about losing Taehyung. Over these days, she had seen with her own eyes how happy Taehyung and Jungkook were together, living like a perfect couple. Sometimes, she even felt guilty for trying to separate them. But every day, her father's poisonous whispers seeped into her thoughts, twisting her heart, convincing her to follow his orders. She wanted-no, needed-to make him proud. And if that meant breaking Taekook apart, she never stopped to question it.