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✔She Never Loved Him | Taehyung

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I stare at her, with a blank expression. She walked with her boyfriend, grinning.

He just looked smug.

He doesn't love her.

"You know staring at her doesn't get you anywhere, right hyung?"

I turn, meeting Jungkook's soft, wide eyes. His coffee-colored irises pivot, watching as his sister, (Y/n), walks by with her boyfriend, Jiyong.

"You don't like him either." I state, completely dodging what the boy had said. He sighs, looking away from his twin sister.

"No. I don't. Not one little bit." He agrees, leaning against the wall beside me.

(Y/n) looks over, her bright (e/c) eyes finding Jungkook's. She waves at her brother, before meeting my own unwavering gaze.

"Hi Tae!" She waves, smiling widely.

You could actually pinpoint the exact millisecond, in which Jiyong lost it.

He wraps his arm around (Y/n), pressing her to his chest. He glares at me as if I had just kicked his puppy, or attempted to steal his most prized possession.

Which, not coincidentally, I've been trying to do since they got together.

"Hey buddy." I comment, my voice dripping with sarcasm. (Y/n) still cluched in Jiyong's protective embrace, listening to us as we spoke over her.

"Stay away from her, Kim Taehyung." Jiyong hisses venomously. I shrug, my hands crammed into the pockets of my uniform pants.

A low growl escapes Jiyong's throat. Clicking his tongue, he turns and proceeds walking away from the scene, (Y/n) in tow.

Just before they turn the corner towards class, (Y/n) looks over her boyfriend's shoulder, meeting my gaze.

Immediately, I feel my sarcastic, narcissistic mask crack under the heavy weight of her sorrowful gaze.

  He doesn't love you like I do.

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It had been exactly three days since I had last seen (Y/n), before today.

Jiyong made sure of that.

So what was I left with?

Hanging out with her brother a lot more often as of recently, and a figurative gaping hole in the middle of my chest.

"Something's wrong." I declare to Jungkook and the hyungs. They all look at me with mouthfulls of food. Slowly, all eyes drift over to (Y/n) and Jiyong sitting alone on the other side of the cafeteria.

(Y/n) sat still, staring at the food in front of her as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Jiyong, on the other hand, looked fine. Eating, smiling, talking to her.

"What do you mean?" Jimin asks slowly, swallowing his food. I meet his gaze.

"You can't see it?" I retort. It was obvious that something had happened to (Y/N). Something that Jiyong either didn't know about, or just didn't care.

"Taehyung, we know you love her, but--" Seokjin begins his trademark pity-speech that he pitched to the youngest Kim so often.