ABC's of Love

Episode 8

Episode 8

On the morning of his wedding day, Minho could barely breathe. Every passing minute felt like a slow twist of a knife in his heart, knowing that Taehyung was slipping away from his hands. Unable to control himself any longer, he picked up his phone, his hands shaking as he dialled Taehyung’s number. After a few rings, he heard the familiar soft voice on the other end.

Taehyung hesitated, his heart pounding as he answered, “Hello?”

Minho: *took a shaky breath* "Taehyung… do you still love me? Please… come back to me. I can’t bear this. I love you. Don’t go through with this marriage. Don’t leave me."

There was a silence on the line, heavy and thick. Taehyung’s lips quivered as he fought back tears, clutching the phone as if it were his last lifeline.

Minho: *almost pleading* "Don’t cry. Just come to me. I’m here, waiting for you."

He waited a beat, but there was no response. With a sigh, Minho slowly ended the call, staring at the screen for a moment before looking away. His eyes hardened, a bitter smile playing on his lips as he murmured to himself, "I'll get you, Taehyung."

He chuckled softly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, masking the pain that clawed at his heart.

Taehyung’s heart pounded as he ran from.his house,
His wedding attire and Jungkook were waiting for him. He ignored them back, his only thought being Minho. The love of his life—the one he had never truly let go of. He had left everything behind to find him, hoping that Minho’s words on the phone had been real. That Minho had meant them.

When he arrived at Minho’s apartment, the door was slightly open, almost as if Minho had left it open just for him. Taehyung took a deep breath and stepped inside, his chest tight with a mixture of fear and excitement. But the moment he entered, his excitement drained away, replaced by a gut-wrenching feeling he couldn’t ignore.

The sounds hit him first. Soft, breathy moans and a voice he recognized as Minho’s, followed by a laugh that made Taehyung’s stomach twist.

“Ahh… ahh… Minho, slow down!” Hana’s voice drifted through the apartment, pleading. “You’re… insatiable…”

Taehyung’s heart sank, but he was rooted in place, unable to look away. He heard Minho’s low, teasing voice.
Minho: "It’s Daddy, Hana. Call me Daddy."

Hana: *repeated breathlessly* "Daddy,  Please… I can’t keep up with you."

Minho laughed, his tone mocking and carefree.
Minho: "It’s only the sixth round, Hana, and you’re already tired?"

Taehyung clenched his fists, the pain and shock welling up inside him as he tried to process the betrayal unfolding before him.

He had left his entire world for this man, hoping that Minho still loved him. But here Minho was, immersed in a moment he should have never witnessed.

Minho: "Ahh… uhhh… just three more rounds," Minho murmured, seemingly oblivious to everything but his fiancée.
The intensity of the scene made Taehyung’s chest ache, and he finally felt himself moving backwards, but he stumbled, causing the door to creak.

Hana’s gaze shifted, and she gasped, pushing Minho away as her eyes locked onto Taehyung. "Who…"

Minho turned around, his expression shifting from irritation to shock as he registered who was standing in the doorway.
"T...Taehyung…"

A lump formed in Taehyung’s throat as his eyes filled with tears. He couldn’t contain the bitterness in his voice.
Tae: "You… you played with my feelings, Minho. I gave up everything for you… and this… this is what I find?"

Minho: "Taehyung, wait—"

But Taehyung couldn’t take it anymore. He turned and fled from the apartment, feeling as though his world had been shattered into pieces. Behind him, he heard Minho calling his name, but he didn’t stop. All he could feel was the weight of betrayal pressing down on him, making each step harder than the last.

He had run from his wedding for Minho, only to realize that he was the one left broken, alone and betrayed.

Taehyung is overwhelmed with a storm of emotions, shock, heartbreak, and a crushing sense of betrayal.

The man he had believed in, trusted with his whole heart, and even left his own wedding for, had shattered his faith. Taehyung had clung to the hope that Minho’s words were genuine, that Minho wanted him back just as much. But instead, he finds himself standing face-to-face with a painful truth: Minho’s promises were empty.

At Kim's House

The house was silent, an uneasy calm settling over the rooms as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
Jimin’s footsteps echoed softly as he wandered through the halls, searching every room. Finally, he reached the living room where Jin was sitting, though his eyes weren’t really focused on the words. Jimin hesitated before stepping forward.

Jimin: *barely a whisper* "Dad…"
but it was enough to make Jin look up.

Jin: "What is it, Jimin?"

Jimin bit his lip, glancing nervously at the empty staircase.
Jimin: "Dad, Taehyung isn’t in his room."

For a second, Jin didn’t react, the words hanging heavy in the air. Then his face paled, a flicker of fear flashing in his eyes.

Tae: "What... Taehyung... he’s gone?"
His voice wavered slightly, betraying the worry he felt but tried to suppress.

Jimin nodded, unable to meet his father’s gaze, and Jin’s shoulders sagged, the weight of worry settling over him. Just then, Namjoon, who had been sitting quietly on the other side of the room, lifted his head, his expression hard and unreadable.

Namjoon: "Start preparation, Jimin. Dont get late,"

Jimin opened his mouth to argue, but before he could speak, Jin stepped forward, one hand raised slightly as if to hold Namjoon back.

Jin: "Joonie…" Jin called out, his voice soft yet pleading.

Namjoon stopped, his hand frozen on the door handle, his body rigid. Slowly, he turned to face Jin, an unspoken question in his eyes.

Jin: "Joonie... Taehyung…" Jin’s voice was barely a whisper, filled with a quiet desperation.

Namjoon’s gaze softened, but the muscles in his jaw tightened. His hand slowly dropped from the door handle, and he placed it over his heart, pressing as if to contain the ache building in his chest. His breathing hitched as he tried to keep his composure, but it was clear the worry was eating at him.

Namjoon: "Joonie, relax... He’ll come back. He always does,"
Jin whispered, placing a comforting hand on Namjoon’s shoulder.

Namjoon nodded, but there was doubt in his eyes, though his eyes were dark with concern.

There was a tense edge in his words, something almost stern like he was trying to focus on anything other than Taehyung’s absence.

TBC