LOVE TURNED INTO HATE//Taekook ]vkook/ Taekookie

PART 34

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Jungkook's feet carried him through the familiar streets, but his mind was a thousand miles away, still reeling from the shock of Taehyung's sudden departure. He felt like he was walking through a dream, a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. The thought of Taehyung being in America, thousands of miles away, was a constant, gnawing ache in his chest. Jungkook's eyes felt dry and empty, as if he had cried out all his tears, but the pain and sadness still lingered, refusing to be extinguished. He opened the door to his home, stepping into the silence and emptiness that seemed to echo with the memories of Taehyung.

"One day, Taehyung," Jungkook whispered, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity, "you will experience what I'm going through now. You will know the pain of being left heartbroken, of being abandoned without a word. You will know the anguish of loving someone who doesn't love you back." Jungkook's words were a prophecy, a warning that seemed to echo with the weight of his own suffering. "And when that day comes," he hissed, "I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting to see you suffer, to see you burn with the same fire that's consuming me now.

Jungkook's feet carried him mechanically to the kitchen, his movements driven by habit rather than hunger. He opened the refrigerator, scanning the shelves with empty eyes, as if the food inside was meaningless to him. His stomach growled, reminding him that he needed to eat, but his heart wasn't in it. He settled for a bowl of leftover noodles, heating them up in the microwave with a sense of detachment. As he ate, his mind wandered back to Taehyung, and the pain of his betrayal. The noodles tasted bland and unsatisfying, but Jungkook ate them anyway, going through the motions of sustenance without any sense of pleasure or comfort.

SUDDENLY THE DOOR BELL RANG.

Jungkook's head jerked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he wondered who could be visiting at such a this hours. He hesitated for a moment, his mind still reeling from the events of the day, before slowly getting up from the table to answer the door. His movements were mechanical, his heart heavy with a sense of dread, as if he was expecting more bad news. He approached the door, his hand reaching out to grasp the handle, and pulled it open with a sense of trepidation. His eyes widened in surprise, his body freezing in place as he stared at the unexpected visitor.

The school principal, Mr. Kim, stood on his doorstep, a somber expression etched on his face. Jungkook's mind racing, trying to process why the principal would be visiting him at home, especially at such hours. A sense of trepidation crept over him, as if he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. "P-Principal Kim?" Jungkook stuttered, trying to find his voice. "What brings you here?"

Jungkook my student you looks horrible. Principal jokes.

Jungkook's eyes dropped, his gaze falling to the floor as he felt a flush rise to his cheeks. He knew he looked a mess, but he hadn't expected the principal to comment on it. "I-I'm fine, Principal Kim," Jungkook muttered, trying to brush off his concerns. But the principal's keen eyes saw right through him. Mr. Kim's expression softened, and he stepped forward, his voice taking on a gentle tone. "Jungkook, come back to school!

The principal says it's been two months, without, and surprisingly, the sponsors still want you. They want to take you to America.

Jungkook's eyes snapped up, his gaze locking onto the principal's face as if he'd been punched in the gut. "America?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. The principal nodded, a serious expression on his face. "Yes, Jungkook. The sponsors are willing to overlook your... incident last time, and they still want to offer you the scholarship to study in America." Jungkook's mind reeled as he processed the information. America.

The same country Taehyung had left for. The same country that now held the person  who had betrayed him. Jungkook's heart twisted with a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, and a hint of longing.