"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...
Jungkook was pacing back and forth in Yoongi’s room like a caged animal, his energy borderline manic as he ranted.
Yoongi, sitting on the edge of his bed, stared at him, his expression a mix of disbelief and confusion as he tried to keep up with Jungkook's words.
“Hyung, I’m telling you, I fucking lost it when I saw her—Tessa...? Irene, whatever the hell she wants to call herself!” Jungkook’s voice was high with excitement.
“For a second, I seriously thought I was losing my mind. I thought I was seeing a damn ghost. But there she was, alive. Alive, Yoongi! Do you know what that felt like? It was like this massive weight just got ripped off my chest. I’ve been carrying this fucking guilt for years thinking she died because of me!”
Yoongi blinked, his mouth opening slightly in shock as he tried to process the bombshell Jungkook just dropped.
“Wait... wait, hold on a second. You’re saying she’s alive? Like, she’s really out there breathing and shit? What the fuck, Jungkook?” Yoongi asked the same shit for the hundredth time, still not believing what he was hearing.
Jungkook nodded, his hands gesturing wildly. “I know, right?! It’s fucking nuts when I think about it.”
Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of it all. “Now it makes sense why they looked so similar. Holy shit, man.”
Jungkook nodded so hard it looked like his head might fall off. “Yes! I always wondered why Taehyung looked so much like her, but it never fucking clicked. And now, seeing her again? Fuck, Yoongi, she’s even more stunning than before.”
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( Tessa kim just made her debut!! No one will laugh🔪)
Yoongi smirked, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. “I bet. If Taehyung’s anything to go by, I can imagine she’s drop-dead gorgeous now. I mean, come on, look at the dude—he’s a walking masterpiece.”
Jungkook’s face softened at the mention of Taehyung, his excitement melting into something more tender.
“Yeah... but honestly? No one literally no one comes close to Taehyung. He’s... fuck, he’s just something else.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in Jungkook’s tone. “Alright, lover boy, chill out. I get it, he’s hot. But how did he take the news? Finding out about his sister and you.”
Jungkook’s energy deflated instantly, his shoulders slumping as the reality of the situation hit him.
“He didn’t say much. Just that I was her's—Irene's. I swear, Yoongi, he sounded so hurt that I wanted to stop him right there and kiss the fuck out of him until he looked like my Taehyung again."
"But I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t explain myself. Then he just... walked away. Like, he didn’t even glance back at me. I totally fucked up. I should’ve opened up right then and there, but my head was a chaotic mess. And now? I have no idea where the hell he’s gone, and I feel like absolute shit because I’ve probably just made everything worse.”
