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The man continued, his voice trembling. "Jungkook ran away, and we couldn’t find him. Mr. Han... he was furious. He turned on us, forced us to pay him 8 billion won instead. When we went to find Jungkook’s father, hoping to settle things, we learned he had already left the country. After searching for years, we finally gave up. But then… one of my men spotted him by chance. That’s how we found out he was comes to that restaurant. That’s why we went there."
Silence.
Taehyung didn’t respond. Didn’t move. But the air around him turned suffocating.
Rage boiled beneath his skin, but it wasn’t just aimed at the man infront of him.
No.
It was aimed at himself.
For never questioning the truth. For being blind. For being a fool.
He had let himself be deceived.
By his father, who told him Jungkook was nothing but a gold-digging parasite. That he had only wanted Taehyung’s wealth. That he left the moment Taehyung turned his back on his father’s empire.
And Taehyung had believed it.
He had let hatred consume him. Had let vengeance drive his every thought. Had let Jennie whisper poison into his ears.
And for what?
For a lie?
The weight of his own mistakes was crushing. Guilt wrapped around his throat like a noose.
He lifted his gun.
Aimed it at the man.
Pulled the trigger.
*Bang.
Again.
*Bang.
Again.
*Bang.
He didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. His face remained cold, blank, but inside—he was burning.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The gun clicked. Empty.
Still, the fire inside him didn’t go out. The regret didn’t fade.
It never would.
His mind screamed at him—you should have looked for him , you should have protected him , you should have known.
He turned away from the corpse , his voice low and sharp "Burn every thing" he order "every record, every person who was involved . I want them wiped out"
Namjoon nodded and yoongi smirked already reaching for his gun .
Taehyung has wasted too much time believing lies.
Now he wouldn't waste another second to make things right.
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NEXT DAY
Taehyung arrived at Jimin’s house, his heart heavy with guilt and uncertainty. As he stepped inside, his eyes immediately found Jungkook, sitting at the dining table, staring blankly at his coffee. He looked distant, lost in thoughts too painful to voice.
Jimin said nothing at first, simply opening the door wider to let Taehyung in. The atmosphere was thick with tension, with unspoken emotions hanging between them. After a brief pause, Jimin broke the silence.
"Kookie, why don’t you freshen up while I make us breakfast?" he suggested gently.
Jungkook barely reacted. He gave a small nod, his expression unreadable, and silently walked to his room. Taehyung watched him go, his stomach twisting in knots, see Jungkook like this—so lifeless, so broken.
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