Taehyung was once the bright light in every room-the boy who's laughs had the power to light up another's world, who spread positivity and warmth to everyone around him. He was the friend you could count on, the one who never let anything dull his s...
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The door opened, and Taehyung stood there, staring at him with a mix of surprise and confusion. Jungkook barely registered the look. All he could see was the memory of Taehyung leaning close to Jimin by that car, his arms wrapped around him, as if Jungkook hadn't even crossed his mind all night.
"What are you doing here?" Taehyung's voice was edged with annoyance. He seemed too calm, too collected, and that only made Jungkook's blood boil more.
"What am I doing here? Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Jungkook sneered, voice rough from alcohol and bitterness. "You're out here playing cozy with him-so damn late? Guess you're just throwing yourself at anyone now, huh?"
Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. "You're drunk, Jungkook. Go home before you say something you regret."
"Oh, I think I'm seeing things a lot clearer right now, actually." Jungkook's voice dripped with sarcasm, his words hitting like daggers. "I leave for five minutes, and suddenly you're hanging all over Jimin? Is that what you're like now? That desperate to be held?"
Taehyung's jaw clenched, hurt flashing in his eyes even as he tried to keep his voice steady. "You don't know what you're talking about. You left, Jungkook. You stopped caring. What did you expect me to do?"
"What did I expect?" Jungkook let out a harsh laugh. "Maybe for you to act like you had an ounce of self-respect. I might've stopped caring for this," he spat, waving his hand dismissively, "but you clearly couldn't wait to fill the space I left."
"That's enough, Jungkook." Taehyung's voice was sharp now, his gaze hardening, but there was hurt swimming beneath it. "Idon't have to explain myself to you. You walked away from us, from me."
Jungkook's jealousy was blinding, his frustration bubbling over. He took a step closer, his words biting. "You're right. I did walk away, and looks like you jumped straight into Jimin's arms. It's pathetic."
"Jungkook, stop." Taehyung's voice cracked, the hurt more visible now, but Jungkook barely noticed. He was too far gone, too caught up in the anger, the jealousy tearing him apart from the inside out.
"Why should I? You don't care about me, right? You're just moving on, replacing me with whoever will stick around," Jungkook sneered. "What, did you celebrate my absence tonight?"
Taehyung's eyes flared with anger, his voice trembling. "You don't get to do this! You don't get to act like you care now after pushing me away! You chose to be with your 'bad boy' crowd, to play the part you thought everyone wanted. Don't put your guilt on me."
Jungkook's frustration bubbled over. He couldn't stand Taehyung's calm, his insistence that Jungkook had caused this. Without thinking, he stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grab Taehyung's wrist, pulling him close.
