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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Jungkook stood frozen, Suga’s words echoing in his head like a haunting melody. The terrace felt colder, the air heavier. His heart pounded, and his mind raced, clinging to the revelation that Taehyung was alive—but just barely. The mere thought of losing him had sent Jungkook into a spiral of panic and realization, but now, the true weight of what he had done was finally settling in.
Suga’s eyes, filled with a mixture of fury and disappointment, bore into him. His voice was low but sharp, each word cutting deeper than any blade could.
“You have no idea, do you?” Suga began, his tone seething. “No idea what Taehyung has been through. What you put him through.”
Jungkook opened his mouth, but no words came. There was nothing he could say to defend himself. He didn’t even know where to start.
Suga continued, his voice growing louder, filled with raw emotion. “Do you know what it’s like to wake up every single day and dread walking through these halls? To hear whispers behind your back? To see the people you trusted—the people you loved—turn their backs on you without a second thought?”
Jungkook swallowed hard, the memories crashing over him like waves. He didn’t need to answer. Suga wasn’t expecting him to.
“Taehyung had no one,” Suga continued. “No mother to protect him, no father to shield him. Not even that ‘friend’ you all think so highly of. Jimin? He wasn’t there for him either. Do you know how hard it must have been for him to come here every day, knowing what was waiting for him?”
Jungkook’s chest tightened "Mrs Kim?".
Images flashed in his mind—Taehyung walking through the halls, head down, trying to disappear into the background. The whispers, the laughter, the cruel words. The way Taehyung’s eyes had looked that day in the hallway, when Jungkook had shoved him into the lockers. The betrayal, the hurt.
Suga’s voice broke through his thoughts. “And then you—you, the person he trusted the most, the person he loved—you tore him apart. You slept with him, made him believe, even for a moment, that the pain, the loneliness, was finally over. And then you called it a mistake.”
Jungkook flinched, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. He remembered that night. The way Taehyung had looked at him, so hopeful, so vulnerable. And the next morning… the look on his face when Jungkook had thrown those words at him. Regret burned through him, a fire that couldn’t be extinguished.
Suga stepped closer, his eyes blazing. “Do you know how hard it must have been for him to hear those words? To think that giving himself to you—trusting you—was the biggest mistake he could make? And then to walk through these halls, hearing people call him a slut, a fag, all because you decided to play god and expose him in that group chat.”
