When Truth Hurts

Chapter -13

Jimin woke up in the morning to find himself alone in the bed, with Jungkook nowhere in sight.

Panic set in as he searched the room, checking the bathroom, but Jungkook was still missing. He quickly left the room and headed to the living room, where Namjoon greeted him with a cheerful, "Good morning, Jimin."

Jimin didn't acknowledge the greeting right away, instead, he rushed forward, his voice full of urgency. "Hyung! Have you seen Jungkook? Where is he? I can't find him."

Namjoon blinked up at Jimin, his expression a mix of confusion and calm understanding. "He must have gone jogging, Jimin. Don't you remember? He's been going for jogs lately."

Jimin suddenly realized as he froze for a second, his hands dropping to his sides. "Oh... yeah," he said. "I... I guess I forgot."

Jimin nodded absently, but he still felt uneasy. Namjoon looked at him curiously, tilting his head. "Jimin, are you okay?" Namjoon asked gently.

"I'm okay," Jimin said quietly. And before Namjoon could say anything, Jimin sat down on the couch, lost in his thoughts.

He sat there, thinking about the last night.

"Please... don't hate Kooki..." Jungkook whispered in Jimin's arms, still asleep.
The pain in Jungkook's voice cut through Jimin like a knife. His eyes widened as he realized the truth-their pranks had made Jungkook feel like they hated him.

"Kooki..." Jimin's voice cracked as tears welled in his eyes. He pulled Jungkook closer to himself. "I'm sorry, Kook-ah," Jimin choked out, his voice trembling. "Hyung is so bad. We hurt you... and I never wanted this. I never wanted you to feel like this." His tears fell freely, dampening Jungkook's hair as he held him closer.

Jungkook stirred slightly in his sleep. He held onto Jimin's shirt tightly, like he needed comfort.

Jimin gently stroked Jungkook's hair, feeling guilty. "I promise, Kooki, we'll fix this. Everything will be okay," he whispered softly. "Hyung loves you so much. I'll fix this, I swear."

Jimin blinked, his eyes blurry from unshed tears. He kept thinking about that night, and the pain in his chest got worse. When he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Taehyung standing there.

"Hey, I called you, but you didn't answer me," Taehyung said softly, sitting down beside Jimin. "What's wrong?"

Jimin sighed and ran a hand through his hair."You were right, Tae," He said quietly, his voice filled with regret. "We should have told Jungkook about the prank sooner... that we were just pranking him."

Taehyung's eyes widened slightly in confustion but he stayed silent, letting Jimin continue.

"I didn't realize how much it would hurt him," Jimin admitted, his voice trembling. "Last night, he... he whispered in his sleep, asking me not to hate him. Tae, it broke me. Our joke made him feel like we didn't love him anymore."

Taehyung looked down at the floor and nervously played with the edge of the couch."I... I didn't know," Taehyung whispered, his voice barely audible. "I thought it was just a harmless prank, something to lighten the mood. I didn't ......I didn't thought it will hurt him that much." His voice cracked, the guilt was clear on his face.

"Tae, don't blame yourself," Jimin said."I was with you too. And when you said we should end it, I told you to extend it. I could've stopped it then, but I didn't...." He sighed deeply, the weight of his own guilt pressing on him. "But I want to fix this, Tae. We need to fix this."

Jin walked into the living room, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. "You two." He called to Jimin and Taehyung, his voice firm but warm. "Whatever you're whispering about can wait. Breakfast is ready. Let's eat."