VENDETTA | VKOOK

┌TWENTY SEVEN┐

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The truth came wrapped up in pretty gold package paper, which Jungkook kept close to his heart for so long, only to rip it open and find deception and mistrust. Oh how badly Jungkook wanted to step all over it and throw it out the window, but all he could do was sob and look fearfully at Taehyung's eyes.

Eyes which he once saw as beautiful. The darkness of it alluring and deep, mysterious to Jungkook's naive mind. Now, the same darkness emitted evil, pure lust for power and nothing else.

Who are you?

"I work for them." Taehyung let out, and saw Jungkook's already glassy eyes fogged over with Judas kissed mist. "The Wangs. They sent me here." Every word which slipped out of Taehyung's mouth was like a stab to his stomach.

"W-why did you-" Jungkook started, still confused, not completely understanding it fully. If-if Taehyung loved him, why would he lie to him? "W-why did you lie?" Jungkook asked in a small voice, afraid of what would come out next.

Oh, those brown eyes which made Jungkook's heart swell like a tulip on an early spring day didn't make Jungkook feel that way. Jungkook felt windy storms and iced nights from those eyes. Who are you?

Taehyung smirked. Smirked. It made Jungkook's stomach feel like a void. "That was part of the assignment, doll." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook's eyes widened. "Lie to you. Make you fall in love. Get all the information out of your pretty little-"

"No!" Jungkook pushed him away, caging himself into the wall, holding his arms to his chest, tears blurring his vision, the sight of the boy in front of him subliming into fractions. "You-you do love me! Y-you're lying." Jungkook cried.

Taehyung didn't move, just watching him with emotionless eyes.

Jungkook didn't know how to feel, how to act, what to do. He always let himself be carried by his heart, so he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's neck. "P-please, Taehyung- t-tell me, please, please, Tae-" Jungkook squeaked, lump in his throat evident through his speech.

"Tell you what?" Taehyung asked, not hugging him back, just allowing Jungkook to hug him. "That I've been lying to you this whole time? That's how things work around here, Jungkook. People lie. Everyone's masked."

Jungkook's heart was shattering, slowly, but surely. Dissolving into liquid which transformed into the tears which were leaking out of his eyes.

"Y-y-you're lying!" Jungkook screamed, looking at him closely, not knowing if he should push him away or pull him close. "Y-you told me, you-"

"I never told you I loved you." Taehyung spoke, uttered, with no feeling or empathy in his voice.

Jungkook moved back from him, turning around and gripping onto the window edge, moving his hand to his mouth so he could sob into it. "Why?" Jungkook whispered, barely looking back. "What did I ever do to you? Why-why did you have to hurt me-"

"What did you do to me?" Taehyung growled, sudden anger taking over him. "You've asked me before how my parents died, didn't you?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook turned, looking at him with fearful eyes.

"Your father. That-that sick man- he murdered my parents in cold blood." Taehyung shouted, and Jungkook froze, eyes wide in shock and fear. "You want to know why, Jungkook? Because my father was actually friends with your father. Until he realised what a disgusting bastard your father was, and decided to work with Wang Ruiji. Of course- your father, having the fucking mind of an animal- murdered them."

Jungkook didn't know how to respond, just frozen still with tears in his eyes. "On their son's birthday. I was only 12, Jungkook- when I came home from school and saw a stranger sitting on my sofa, telling me my parents were murdered by a fucking lunatic. The same lunatic who helped that disgusting man from earlier rape my mother!"