Speeding Into Trouble || Taekook

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The cabin was thick with tension, the air almost suffocating. Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jeongguk sat in a semi-circle, all eyes fixed on the laptop screen in front of them.

The curtains were drawn, shutting out the daylight, as if the room itself needed to brace for what they were about to witness.

"This is it," Jimin murmured quietly, almost as if he feared the weight of his own words.

Jimin slid something across Jeongguk's desk — a small, ordinary-looking button.
But Jeongguk knew better. This wasn't ordinary.

His fingers closed around it, the faintest click as he tested the mechanism. The disguised camera was barely the size of a coin, but its purpose was heavy — lethal, even. This wasn't just surveillance; this was a loaded bullet of truth.

And Jeongguk had planned this moment for weeks. Ever since Taehyung's engagement — that sick, hollow day when Jeongguk had seen the flash of dread behind Taehyung's fake smile — he'd known.

Taehyung had been lying.

Not to hurt him, but to protect him.

But Jeongguk had seen the signs:

The faint bruises hiding beneath sleeves.

The way Taehyung's shoulders flinched at a door slamming.

That haunted, faraway gaze that didn't belong in the eyes of someone "fine."

Now, with one press of a button, the truth bled into the room.

The laptop screen flickered to life, revealing the inside of the Kim household.

A heavy, suffocating silence filled Jeongguk's office — broken only by the raw, venomous roar of a man's voice.

"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?!"
The shout rattled the speakers before a hand whipped across Taehyung's face. The crack of skin meeting skin echoed like a gunshot.

Taehyung staggered but didn't fall. Blood shone at the corner of his lip.
Jeongguk didn't move — but his jaw locked, his breathing slowing, sharpening, like a predator sighting prey.

On-screen, Taehyung lifted his chin. His smile was twisted, almost dangerous.
"You really want to know, Father?" His voice was razor-edged.

Another slap.

Jin flinched, knuckles whitening on his knees.
Namjoon's usually calm face was shifting into something far darker.

But Taehyung's grin widened. "I'm gay," he said, as if daring the man to hit him again.

The slap came harder this time, snapping Taehyung's head to the side. His father's rage was a physical force, but Taehyung kept laughing — breathless, defiant, bleeding.

Hoseok exhaled sharply. "He's... he's laughing through it?" he whispered in disbelief.

The next words from Taehyung made the room feel colder. "I'm gay. You know that, right?"

The father's face went red with fury, and his hand struck even harder. Taehyung's head snapped to the side again, but he caught himself before falling. Blood was now dripping freely from his mouth.

And then came the moment that made the air in the cabin shift.

"I have a boyfriend too," Taehyung said, his tone breathless but sharp. "Oh wait... not just a boyfriend. He's my fiancé."

The silence that followed in the cabin was deafening.

Namjoon's eyes darted immediately to Jeongguk, confusion flashing for just a second before suspicion crept in.