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Manasi nudged her thigh. "You wanna talk?" Ishika shook her head, lips pressed tight. 
          	
          	Suzy raised a brow, licking powdered sugar from her fingers. "We tried the distraction thing. Didn't work. Now, we do the girl talk and cry thing." 
          	
          	Iseul leaned in, hair falling over her shoulder, eyes soft but relentless. "Come on, Ishi. Let it out before you combust."
          	
          	"It's stupid." Ishika's throat moved as she swallowed.
          	
          	"No, it's not," Manasi said firmly. "You haven't been okay since Venice."
          	
          	The group stilled. The cicadas carried the silence, shrill and merciless. Then, in a voice so low it cracked against the air, Ishika whispered.
          	
          	"That night in Venice... I slept with Jimin." 
          	
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Manasi nudged her thigh. "You wanna talk?" Ishika shook her head, lips pressed tight. 
          
          Suzy raised a brow, licking powdered sugar from her fingers. "We tried the distraction thing. Didn't work. Now, we do the girl talk and cry thing." 
          
          Iseul leaned in, hair falling over her shoulder, eyes soft but relentless. "Come on, Ishi. Let it out before you combust."
          
          "It's stupid." Ishika's throat moved as she swallowed.
          
          "No, it's not," Manasi said firmly. "You haven't been okay since Venice."
          
          The group stilled. The cicadas carried the silence, shrill and merciless. Then, in a voice so low it cracked against the air, Ishika whispered.
          
          "That night in Venice... I slept with Jimin." 
          
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Jungkook, drunk and half-shirtless, stumbled into Iseul with the wicked grin of a man possessed. His tattoos looked alive in the neon. “Game on.” He declared, voice hoarse, biting into a hurricane cocktail like it was fruit. He elbowed Iseul with feral joy. “You and me. Whoever gets more beads wins.”
          
          Iseul smirked back, lipstick crooked, glitter stuck to her cheekbones, hair falling in disobedient strands. Her eyes gleamed with mischief that was both charming and dangerous. “I can’t flash like you can, wild boy.” She laughed, words slurring as she crashed into Sooha who tried, valiantly and uselessly, to hold her upright.
          
          “You’re not flashing anyone,” Sooha said, voice stern but tired, arms crossed, eyes already carrying the ache of being the only sober guardian in hell. Iseul just grinned wider, plotting.
          
          “No flashing,” Hoseok warned behind them, his voice slicing through the chaos like a knife, carrying that older-brother weight. He didn’t even bother raising it. He didn’t need to.
          
          “I’m just saying,” Iseul hiccupped, swaying against Sooha. “For the culture…”
          
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“I know I messed up.” He muttered finally, voice low. “But it’s been six years. We were young. I was drunk. Can’t she let it go?”
          
          Yoongi leaned forward, setting his beer on the table with a soft thud. His gaze was sharp enough to pin Jimin in place. 
          
          “It’s been six years,” he said quietly, “and you’re not young anymore. So, maybe the question isn’t why she can’t let it go. Maybe it’s why you still haven’t apologised.” 
          
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The door opened. Both of them froze. Like sinners caught mid-prayer. Like children with blood on their hands.
          
          Standing in the doorway, half-shadowed by the golden spill of hall light, holding a half-eaten orange like the world’s cruellest punchline, was Kim Taehyung. He blinked once.
          
          Ishika’s bare back faced him, her messy hair tangled around her shoulders, the blanket slipping precariously low on her chest. Jimin sat beside her, shirtless, dishevelled, wrecked. The room still breathed last night’s sin, musk, and ruin clinging to the walls. 
          
          Taehyung’s mouth parted.“…Oh.” He said flatly. And then, as the picture truly landed in his brain, spreading like wildfire through every corner of understanding, “Oh.” His voice cracked up an octave. His eyes widened. “Oh!” He slammed the door so hard the walls shook. The orange rolled from his hand and thudded down the hall. 
          
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“You,” Namjoon said, voice low, the whip retracting back into its cane with a click. “You are filth in royal skin.”
          
          “Half-breeds can’t help what they are,” Jin added, wiping his blade against the snow. His smile was small, bitter. “But you, you chose this.”
          
          “I chose mercy.” The man spat, blood dripping down his chin. “Something none of you understand.” 
          
          Jin laughed, sharp and cruel. “Mercy. He thinks it’s a crown.” He leaned toward Taehyung. “Should we let him live, little brother? See what his mercy buys him?”
          
          The traitor fell to his knees, sobbing. “Please, spare me. I’ll never—please—I was wrong—” 
          
          Taehyung crouched, obsidian blade gleaming in the moonlight. His face betrayed nothing. He wiped a fleck of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, slow and unhurried. His eyes locked on the broken body before him.
          
          “Mercy,” he said softly, almost kindly, as the knife slid across the traitor’s throat in a clean arc, “is for equals. And you were never our equal.”
          
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