𝗦𝗲𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗿𝗲s..!?

{ CHAPTER 19: It was all fake ..)

AUTHOR'S POV:

As soon as the bedroom door clicks shut upstairs, Jungkook's demeanor changes. The warm, loving husband acts drops, they sit down on the couch with beer filled glasses.

"Oh my god !! Is our Jungkookie~ in love !?~" Jimin teased.

"I don't -do love hyung! U know me better." Jungkook scoffed.

Jimin giggles, nudging Jungkook with his shoulder. "But Taehyung's different. "

Jungkook leans back,  "He's so... gullible. And gentle." He grins mischievously. "It's just too easy. And the best part? He actually thinks I love him."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Come on, Jungkook. You've got the CEO position locked down. So why are you still faking a relationship with Taehyung? Give it a real shot. You never know, you might actually fall for him."

Jungkook snorts, rolling his eyes. "Fall for him? Ha! I'm not capable of falling in love. And even if I was, it wouldn't be with someone like him." He pauses, his expression turning thoughtful. "... and I can't love a guy who suffers from seizures. he is sick.!! how can I love a defective person.!" 

" maybe you'll see him as he really is. instead of a sick man. Jungkook, you're a jerk, but you're not cruel. " Jimin said.

" Guys I told you . Don't lecture me. It's not like I'm cheating on him. " Jungkook scoffed.

Jungkook bristles, his walls flying back up at his friends' words. "Look, I get it. You all think I should just open my heart to Tae and live happily ever after. But that's not who I am."

Jimin, sensing that the conversation has become too heavy, quickly changes the subject. "Alright, alright. No more relationship talks. Let's just drink and have fun." He raises his bottle of soju, clinking it against Jungkook's and Yoongi's. "To us!"
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Jungkook staggers into the bedroom, his eyes landing on Taehyung's sleeping form. He blinks, taking in the peaceful expression on Tae's face, his long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. "So... pretty..." Jungkook slurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook, still drunk, climbs onto the bed, being careful not to wake Tae. He lies down behind Tae, spooning him. He nuzzles his nose into Tae's neck, breathing in his scent deeply. "Tae..."

Jungkook's arms wrap around Tae's waist, pulling him close. He feels content, safe, something he rarely feels. His drunken mind whispers, "Maybe... Maybe they are right. Maybe... Maybe I could ...."

Jungkook's eyes droop, his drunken state overpowering him. He drifts off to sleep, his arms still wrapped around Tae, his face buried in Tae's neck. He sleeps soundly, unaware of the thoughts and feelings that bubbled up to the surface while he was drunk.

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When Jungkook reached the restaurant, he entered the private cabin reserved for them. he saw his dad and his brother Ju-won whom he hated to guts, waiting for him.

Jungkook enters the private cabin, his eyes immediately landing on his older brother, Ju-won. He grits his teeth, his dislike for his brother instantly souring his mood. His father notices Jungkook's expression and sighs internally, hoping that today's lunch won't end in an argument.

"Hey son , welcome ~ ,the food is just served." 

Jungkook forces a smile, sitting down at the table. "Hey, Dad..why did you call me ?" he asked, trying to ignore Ju-won's presence. He picks up his chopsticks, waiting for his father to start the conversation.