Saved || A Jungkook fanfic

22.

I wanted to disappear.

Or maybe, more accurately, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole, to rid me of the mortifying reality that was Taehyung's lips forcing their way onto mine.

A sickening wave of nausea coiled in my stomach, bile burning its way up my throat as his tongue invaded my mouth like a thief in the night. His grip was unrelenting—one hand clasping my chin, the other an iron vice around my waist, pressing me flush against him, as if pinning me in place would make me stay. My heart pounded with panic, every nerve in my body screaming for escape. I twisted, shoved, tried to pry his hands off me, but he was stronger, fueled by desperation.

"Come on, Ails," he groaned against my lips, voice dripping with need. "I need you, please."

I shook my head furiously, my muffled protests swallowed by his unwanted kiss. So this was it? This was what we had been reduced to?

Pathetic.

A loud slam cut through the night like a gunshot.

"What the fuck, Tae!"

I gasped as Taehyung's lips finally left mine, his body tensing against me.

Jimin.

Not just Jimin—Jungkook and Jin, their presence heavy with unspoken rage.

Jin looked stunned, frozen in disbelief. But Jungkook—his expression was lethal, dark eyes burning with an anger so fierce it sent a chill crawling up my spine. His entire body was taut, fists clenched at his sides, his breath ragged like a predator ready to strike.

"Taehyung, let Ailene go, you fucking moron!" Jimin barked, voice thick with disappointment as they stormed up the driveway.

I took the distraction to wrench myself free from Taehyung's grasp, stumbling back, breath coming in shallow, uneven gulps. But the second I looked between him and Jungkook, I knew.

I should have stayed in his arms.

Because the moment I wasn't in the way, they lunged.

Two wolves, locked in battle, a brutal dance of fists and fury.

Jungkook swung first, his knuckles cutting through the air like a blade. Taehyung barely dodged, countering with a wild right hook that Jungkook evaded with ease. But he was fast—too fast—his fist connecting solidly with Taehyung's jaw, sending him stumbling back.

But Taehyung wouldn't fall so easily. He retaliated with a full-body tackle, both of them crashing onto the pavement, locked in a brutal grapple. The sound of fists colliding with flesh echoed into the night.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Jin roared in frustration as Jimin jumped in, desperately trying to pry them apart.

Jungkook managed to flip their positions, gaining the upper hand. His fists rained down with unrelenting fury, each punch sharper, fueled by something deeper than just anger.

Something personal.

"Don't just stand there! Fucking help me!" Jimin shouted at Jin.

Together, they hooked their arms under Jungkook's shoulders, dragging him off Taehyung before he could do any more damage.

I stood paralyzed, helpless, watching through a haze of tears as both men were pulled apart, bloody and breathless. Taehyung's lip was split, swelling already setting in, while Jungkook's cheekbone bore the crimson evidence of the fight.

The tension hung thick in the air, suffocating. No one spoke, no one moved.

And then—

"Oh my God!"

The high-pitched whine made my stomach churn. She ran to Taehyung, dramatically dropping to her knees beside him, her fingers hovering over his bruised face as if she actually cared.

She bumped into me as she rushed past—intentionally.

It took every ounce of restraint not to knock her flat on her ass.

"Get the fuck out of here, Eliza," Taehyung rasped, voice rough from exertion.

"But—"

"I said get the fuck away from me!" he snapped, his voice cutting through the silence like a whip.

She flinched, her confidence crumbling in an instant. Tears welled in her eyes as she scrambled to her feet, her lower lip quivering before she turned and hurried to her car.

We all watched in silence as she drove away.

The moment her taillights disappeared, I turned, finding Jungkook leaning against my car, his head tilted down, his face unreadable.

The cut on his cheek sent a sharp pang of guilt slicing through my chest.

I stepped toward him hesitantly. "Jungkook..."

He didn't look at me.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked softly, desperate for something—anything—to break the tension.

"Eliza called me," Jimin answered instead.

My brows furrowed. "She did?"

Jimin sighed, helping Taehyung stand. "As soon as she called, I knew I needed to let Jungkook know."

I turned back to Jungkook, who was now staring at me, his expression unreadable.

"Jungkook, I—"

"Why are you here, Ailene?"

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.

"Answer me." His voice was soft. Too soft. But the cold detachment in his tone sent shivers down my spine.

I opened my mouth, but the words tangled in my throat.

"You want to go back to him?" Jungkook laughed dryly, shaking his head. "Like a stupid lost puppy?"

His words hit like a slap. I recoiled, hurt prickling at my heart.

"No! Please, just listen—"

"My brother told her to talk to me," Taehyung interjected, his voice hoarse. "So don't be angry with her. If you knew her at all, you'd know how easily she feels guilty." He coughed, spitting blood onto the pavement. "If you want to blame someone, it's not her, asshole."

For the first time in forever, Taehyung actually sounded like he cared.

And that terrified me.

I met his gaze, that broken, familiar gaze that once held my whole world. His lips twitched upward in a sad, hollow smile.

I had to look away.

Jin broke the silence with a sigh, walking toward Jungkook. "Help me get him in the car, Ails."

I didn't move. My feet felt like they were made of lead.

"Ailene," Jin tried again, more gently this time.

I finally turned away from Taehyung, from the memories clawing at my ribs, and wrapped an arm around Jungkook, supporting his weight as we helped him into the car.

I slid into the passenger seat, Jin behind the wheel.

As we pulled away, I could feel them both watching me—Taehyung from the driveway, Jungkook from the back seat.

The guilt wrapped around my throat like a noose.

They're fighting because of me. This is all my fault.

Raindrops splattered against the windshield, soft at first, then heavier, until the sky wept alongside me.

A perfect reflection of the mess I had become.

Author Note: (2025)

While editing this part I made the decision to change Lisa (blackpink) to Eliza. Feel free to still picture her if you'd like.