Taehyung was once the bright light in every room-the boy who's laughs had the power to light up another's world, who spread positivity and warmth to everyone around him. He was the friend you could count on, the one who never let anything dull his s...
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Three weeks. That’s how long it had been since Taehyung’s life-altering decision. Three weeks that felt like an eternity, each day dragging with the weight of Jungkook’s regret, confusion, and the desperate desire to make things right. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Taehyung’s face — the look of pure pain, the betrayal, the sadness. It ate at him, gnawing at his soul.
He had done this. He had been the one to push Taehyung away. He had been the one to ignore the signs, to bury the truth deep inside. And now, Taehyung was suffering — suffering in a way that he didn’t deserve. It was his fault. All of it. And no matter how much he tried to justify it, no matter how much he tried to explain his actions to himself, Jungkook knew deep down that nothing would make up for what he had done.
He had been weak. He had been afraid. And Taehyung had been the one to suffer for it.
The first few days after Taehyung’s incident were the hardest for Jungkook. He didn’t want to face anyone, let alone the people he once considered friends. The bad boys. They had always been there for him — or so he thought. They had never judged him, never made him feel like an outsider. They had accepted him for who he was, or at least that’s what he believed.
But now? Now, everything felt different. Everything had shifted. They hadn’t understood. They hadn’t cared. They had never truly been there for him. They were just a group of people feeding off each other’s toxic behavior, feeding off the high of being powerful, of being the “bad boys.”
And Jungkook had been part of it. He had been a part of their world, one where nothing mattered except power, dominance, and ego. A world where feelings were secondary, where love and vulnerability had no place.
But Taehyung? Taehyung was different. Taehyung had never played that game. He had never been part of that toxic world. He had been soft, kind, and real. He had loved Jungkook without expecting anything in return. And Jungkook had betrayed him.
He hadn’t been strong enough to admit his feelings, to admit his love. He had hidden behind the false image of the “bad boy,” hiding behind the reputation his friends had built for him. And Taehyung had paid the price for that.
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The following day, Jungkook walked into the university with a sense of foreboding. He knew what was coming. He knew the whispers, the stares, the judgment would be relentless. But he had made his choice. He had accepted the consequences of his actions.
As he walked into the student lounge, his eyes scanned the room. He saw them before they saw him: Minho, jun, Ji-han — the guys he had once called his “friends.” They were laughing, talking amongst themselves, but as soon as they saw Jungkook enter, their smiles faltered. They looked at him as if they had just seen a ghost.
Minho was the first to speak, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, well. Look who it is. The prince of fucking hypocrisy himself.”
