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...
Jungkook didn’t react at first. He just stood there, facing them, feeling the weight of their stares. His fists clenched at his sides, but he didn’t back down. He wouldn’t.
“What?” Minho sneered, his expression turning to one of disgust. “You think posting those pictures makes you a fucking hero? You think the world’s gonna start praising you for being some kind of gay martyr?”
Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t show it. He had expected this. He had known that they wouldn’t understand. That they would mock him.
He walked toward them, his gaze cold and unyielding. “You have a lot to say, don’t you, Minho? I thought you were supposed to be my friend. But you’ve got a real fucked-up way of showing it.”
Minho laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. “Friends? You think we’re still your friends after you pull this shit? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Ji-han who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. “Jungkook, what the hell is wrong with you? You’ve completely lost it. What, are you really gonna throw everything away for some guy? For Taehyung? You’re pathetic.”
Jungkook’s anger flared, but he kept it in check. His voice was cold, venomous. “Pathetic?” he spat. “Is that what you think of me? You think I’m the one who’s pathetic?”
Ji-han's face twisted in disgust. “You were one of us, Jungkook. You were strong. You were feared. And now look at you. You’re just another fucking disgrace.”
Jungkook felt the heat rise in his chest. But it wasn’t just anger anymore. It was something deeper. Something more painful. He had been blind. He had been so blinded by his own insecurities, his own fear of being judged, that he had allowed these people to dictate who he was, who he should be. He had let them control him.
He took a step forward, his voice low and deadly. “You want to talk about disgrace?” Jungkook growled. “You don’t get to call me that. You don’t get to judge me.”
The rest of the group was watching now, their eyes flicking between Jungkook and Minho. They could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating.
“You don’t know the first fucking thing about loyalty, Ji-han, But I am not different from you guys” Jungkook continued, his voice unwavering. “You don’t know what it’s like to truly care for someone. To stand by them no matter what, I've stopped being a coward and so I'll take a stand for tae and myself”
Minho stepped forward, his hands clenched into fists. “So now what? You’re going to throw everything away for this? For him? Taehyung? You think he’s worth it?”
Jungkook’s eyes blazed with fury. “Yes. Yes, he’s worth it.”
The words hung in the air, like a declaration, like a challenge. And in that moment, Jungkook realized that he was done. He was done with pretending, done with living a lie. He was done letting these people, these so-called friends, dictate who he should be.
He wasn’t afraid anymore. He wasn’t afraid of them, or anyone. He wasn’t afraid to love Taehyung, to stand up for him, to fight for him.
“I don’t care about any of you anymore,” Jungkook said, his voice ice-cold. “You don’t get to tell me who I am. And you sure as hell don’t get to tell me who I love.”
Minho was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. But then, with a mocking smirk, he turned to his friends. “Well, if that’s how you want it, Jungkook. You can go ahead and live in your delusional little world. We’re done with you.”
And with that, they walked away.
Jungkook stood there, his chest heaving with emotion, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. He felt a strange mix of relief and anger, of freedom and pain.
He had just lost everything. His friends.His reputation. The life he had known. But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
Because he knew one thing for sure. He was going to fight for Taehyung. He was going to show him, and the world, who he really was. He wasn’t going to hide anymore. He wasn’t going to be a coward.
And he didn’t care who stood by him. He didn’t care who turned their back on him.
Because Taehyung mattered. And he would do anything to get him back.
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