The evening after the proposal had been perfect — laughter, candles, cake, and love floating in the air. Taehyung had been glowing, flaunting his engagement ring as though it was the sun itself, casting light on everyone around him. We were all wrapped in the warm cocoon of their happiness, convinced that nothing could tear them apart. How naive we were.
As we sat together, sipping the last drops of champagne, Taehyung nervously turned to our hyungs — Namjoon and Jin. I remember the way his voice trembled as he broke the news.
"Jungkook proposed to me," Taehyung said quietly, his voice filled with hope, as though he was waiting for our leaders to bless his dream.
Namjoon, mid-bite, began coughing. Jin, on the other hand, nearly choked, his eyes wide with shock. The room fell silent for a moment.
“He… what?” Namjoon finally managed, still reeling from the surprise.
Jungkook stepped forward, his usual confident self now replaced with vulnerability. “Hyung, I want to marry Tae. I’m ready to take the risk. I’ll ask my parents. I’ll even talk to Tae’s parents. I’ll do anything to make them see that this is the right thing to do.”
He swallowed, tears brimming in his eyes as he looked at them, pleading for their approval. “Please, hyung. We just need your support.”
The air felt heavy, and for a moment, I was afraid of what they might say. Namjoon glanced at Jin, who nodded slightly, before speaking with that calm authority he always carried.
“Jungkook,” Namjoon began slowly, “you have our support. But you need to understand… this won’t be easy. And we won’t go against our parents.”
Jin’s voice was softer, but his words were laced with concern. “Just make sure you don’t get hurt, okay?”
The party ended soon after that. We thought we were walking into a peaceful night, maybe with a few doubts lingering, but still hopeful. We couldn’t have been more wrong.
As we approached Tae’s beach house, the sight that greeted us stole the breath from my lungs. Standing in front of the house was the hotel manager, talking in hushed tones to Tae’s dad, while the rest of our parents were gathered around, their expressions stormy.
I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Something was horribly wrong.
Without warning, Tae’s dad’s hand shot out, slapping Taehyung across the face. The sharp crack echoed in the silent night air, and Tae stumbled back, stunned. His face was a mixture of disbelief and heartbreak.
Jungkook immediately stepped in front of Taehyung, his protective instincts kicking in as he shielded him. “What’s wrong?!” Jungkook demanded, his voice shaking with anger.
Namjoon was just as shocked. “Dad, what happened? What’s going on?”
Tae’s dad’s face twisted with rage, his eyes burning with betrayal. “Ask your brother,” he spat. “As if you don’t know.”
Behind us, Yoojin — Jungkook’s mom — stepped forward, her voice trembling. “What is this, Jungkook? Is this what we raised you for?”
Before Jungkook could answer, Nara darted towards her mom, trying to make sense of the chaos. The truth hit us like a tidal wave, crashing over everything we thought we knew.
The hotel manager had seen Taehyung and Jungkook kissing at the restaurant. He had run straight to our parents, exposing everything before they had a chance to explain.
Jungkook turned to his mom, his voice raw with desperation. “Mom, I was going to tell you… I love Tae! I want to marry him!”
Yoojin’s face twisted in shock, her voice barely a whisper. “Marry?”
