Truth Between Us ??

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In Jungkook's spacious bedroom, the air was a mix of tension and casual indifference. Jimin lounged on the couch, legs stretched out comfortably, scrolling on his phone with a smirk. Yoongi, seated on the armchair, leaned back with his arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on Jungkook.

On the bed, Jungkook lay sprawled, his laptop propped on his thighs as he scrolled through the articles that had been flooding the internet since the campaign event. His jaw clenched as he read headline after headline—each one sarcastically thanking him for the unintended boost to his father's image.

"Jeon Taesoo's Campaign Gets a Stylish Edge, Thanks to His Son"
"Jungkook Jeon: The Unlikely Catalyst for His Father's Movement"

The praise was grating.

"This is so messed up," Jungkook muttered, slamming the laptop shut. "He turned my sabotage into freaking propaganda."

Yoongi scoffed. "You expected what? He's been pulling strings your whole life. Why stop now?"

Jimin, still scrolling on his phone, chimed in lazily. "You could've at least worn something with less glitter. Subtle rebellion, you know?"

Jungkook shot him a glare. "Helpful as always, Jimin."

"Anytime," Jimin replied with a grin, not looking up.

Yoongi's scowl deepened as he turned his attention to Jimin. "Why are you even here?"

Jimin glanced up, his expression unbothered. "I could ask you the same thing, Yoongi-hyung. Don't talk about me like I'm invisible."

Yoongi's eyes narrowed, his tone biting. "I'm not talking about you—I'm tolerating you."

"Big words for someone who begged me to help him write songs once," Jimin shot back, his grin sharpening into something mocking.

"That was years ago," Yoongi hissed. "And I regret every second."

Jungkook groaned loudly, sitting up and waving his hands. "Enough! Both of you, seriously. Can you just... not for like five minutes? I need you both in one room, and it's already exhausting."

The room fell into silence, tense but temporary. Yoongi leaned back, muttering something under his breath, while Jimin returned to his phone, feigning disinterest.

Jungkook sighed heavily, looking at both of them. They used to be inseparable once, he thought. Now, they can't even stand being in the same room. He'd tried asking them what happened, but neither had ever given him a straight answer—just barbs and insults thrown across the divide.

Deciding to shift the topic, Jungkook exhaled and said, "I've been thinking."

Jimin raised a brow, glancing up. "Dangerous."

Ignoring him, Jungkook continued, "If I really want to stop my dad, I need to start removing the ways he controls me. One by one."

Yoongi frowned, his sharp eyes locking onto Jungkook. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, he uses me. My career, my name, my image—it's all leverage for him. If I stop being a model, stop giving him something to sell..." Jungkook trailed off, his gaze hardening. "...then he can't use me anymore, can he?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow, lounging back on the couch as he toyed with his phone. "So, what will you do then? You love modeling, Jungkook. It's not like you can just give it all up and be happy."