Taehyung barely made it to his apartment, his legs moving faster than his brain could even keep up with.
His chest heaved, but it wasn’t fear that gripped him—it was the suffocating weight of betrayal.
The second the door slammed behind him, he bolted for the bathroom, not giving a damn about the lights.
He cranked the shower on, cold water pouring down, but he didn’t care. Not about the cold, not about the soaked clothes sticking to his skin.
He collapsed to the shower floor, letting the freezing water cascade over him, drenching him like it could wash away the betrayal that was eating him alive.
But it couldn’t.
He wasn’t crying—hell, he couldn’t even if he wanted to. He was all out of thoughts, out of energy.
He felt nothing, absolutely fucking numb, like the emptiness had taken over completely.
Hours ticked by without him noticing, the water going from cold to colder, but he didn’t move.
Somewhere in the background, his phone buzzed—Jimin. He cut the call without a second thought and turned the damn thing off, shutting out the world entirely.
Eventually, he dragged himself out of the shower, shaking from the cold. He moved like a damn zombie, throwing on dry clothes like it even mattered.
His body was moving, but his brain? A void. All he could see was that fucking video. Over and over again. The words, the looks—everything. It was burned into his mind.
Taehyung sat on the edge of his bed, staring out of the window. The sky was dark now, the world outside moving on without him.
Streetlights flickered, people walked by bundled up against the cold, cars sped down the street, headlights flashing briefly before disappearing into the night.
It all felt distant, like he was watching from the other side of a glass wall. The world didn’t feel like his anymore.
He didn’t feel anything. No anger, no sadness, just a black hole of emptiness.
The silence was deafening, but it was the only thing keeping him sane. His stomach growled, but he ignored it, crawling into bed and pulling the blankets over his frozen body.
His mind refused to shut off, replaying the hell of a day he’d just lived through.
And with that, he forced himself into a restless sleep, the taste of betrayal still lingering, sinking deeper into his bones.
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Across town, Jungkook walked into his apartment with Yoongi by his side, the tension in the air thick enough to choke on.
He hadn’t said a single word since they left campus. His mind was spiraling, images of Taehyung’s devastated face playing on a damn loop.
Guilt was clawing at him, twisting his insides into knots. He couldn’t get rid of it—Taehyung’s broken expression, the look in his eyes when he saw that fucking video.
It was haunting him, gnawing at him.
And for the first time in a long while, Jungkook felt scared. Not just of what he’d done, but of losing him.
Jungkook collapsed onto the edge of his bed, his head in his hands.
“You wanted to ruin me, right? Guess what, you succeeded, Jeon.”
Those words had hit him like a freight train, and now they were echoing in his skull, replaying on a loop. He had fucked up. Badly.
Yoongi came into the room a few minutes later, quiet as a ghost. He set down a plate of food on the nightstand and sat next to Jungkook, offering silent support.
He knew Jungkook needed time, and Yoongi wasn’t the type to force him to talk. After a beat, Yoongi spoke, his voice low, “Eat something. You’ll feel worse if you don’t.”
Jungkook didn’t even look up, his eyes distant, haunted. “Thanks,” he muttered, but it was hollow. Lifeless. He wasn’t touching the food, and Yoongi knew it too.
Yoongi gave him a short nod and left without another word. He knew Jungkook needed to process it on his own.
Jungkook stared at the plate for what felt like forever before finally shoving it away. Eating wasn’t happening tonight. Not when guilt was ripping him apart from the inside.
He slid under the covers, closing his eyes, but sleep refused to come. Every time he tried, all he saw was Taehyung’s face, that look of pure devastation.
The weight of his actions was crushing him, suffocating him, and he knew it.
He’d hurt Taehyung in a way that no apology could fix, and now he had to live with it. His heart pounded in his chest, guilt and regret wrapping around him like chains, dragging him down into the darkness.
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Second update because Jungkook really fucked it up badly 🥲
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Truth Or Love || Taekook
Romance"Watch your back, sweetheart," Jungkook growled, his voice lower, more dangerous now. "You and I... we're not done." Taehyung glanced down at the hand on his arm, then met Jungkook's eyes with a cool, unimpressed look. "I'd say we were never really...
