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58. Mr Min.

Jungkook’s POV

I swear I hadn’t laughed like this in weeks.

I was leaning casually against the doorframe of the living room, arms folded across my chest, watching the absolute mess unfold before me. Y/n was sitting on the couch, arms crossed like a school principal ready to hand out detentions, face stormy with rage, and eyebrows drawn so tight I thought they’d never relax again.

And right across from her, Yoongi-hyung stood awkwardly, looking like a guilty student who forgot to do his homework.

“I said I’m sorry, okay?” Yoongi muttered for the fifth time, scratching the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable.

“Sorry?” Y/n snapped, voice sharper than any blade in my armory. “That’s all you have to say? Sorry?”

Yoongi flinched. “Look… I genuinely thought Jungkook was—”

“A criminal? A monster? A rapist?” Y/n threw back before he could finish, her voice trembling now. “You told me lies that made me doubt my own husband!”

That last word must’ve hit her as hard as it hit him. She inhaled sharply, looking away, blinking rapidly. Her anger wasn’t just at Yoongi—it was at herself, too. I could see it.

And that’s what made it all the more hilarious.

I covered my mouth with my hand, stifling another burst of laughter, but failed miserably. A full chuckle escaped my lips.

“Jesus Christ, the drama,” I muttered, laughing, walking in and sitting beside Y/n. “I feel like I’m in a courtroom.”

She gave me a sharp glare. “Don’t you dare defend him.”

I raised both hands in mock surrender, a sly smile playing on my lips. “Defend him? Oh, baby, I’m enjoying this show too much to interfere.”

Yoongi shot me a flat look. “You’re a real bastard, you know that?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I smirked, slinging an arm behind Y/n. “But I’m her bastard. And she just remembered that.”

“Jungkook!” she snapped again, but this time her voice cracked at the edges. She was holding it all in. Her fury, her pain, her guilt. It wasn’t just about Yoongi. It was about everything.

Yoongi sighed deeply. “Look… I didn’t know the full truth. I acted on instinct. Suyeon was my sister, Y/n. I thought I was protecting her memory.”

“You almost destroyed me,” Y/n whispered, eyes glistening now. “You almost made me leave the one person who actually protected her…”

I leaned forward slightly, voice low but firm now. “Hyung… You passed judgment on me with half a story. You know what that means in our world? That gets people killed.”

Yoongi nodded, jaw tight. “I know. That’s why I’m here. To make it right.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, but her breathing was uneven.

I reached out and gently took her hand, resting it on my thigh. She didn’t pull away.

Yoongi looked at her, eyes softening. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/n. I really didn’t. But I see it now. Jungkook… he didn’t fail Suyeon. He held everything together silently while the rest of us blamed him.”

The silence in the room thickened.

“I should’ve protected her too,” Yoongi said hoarsely. “I should’ve been there.”

Y/n finally looked up at him, voice quiet but sharp. “You didn’t just fail her. You failed me. And Jungkook. And your duty as a cop.”

Yoongi flinched again, but didn’t argue. “You’re right.”