Truth Between Us ??

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The next morning, Jungkook woke up with a pounding headache,his memories of the previous night fragmented and chaotic. He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes, when a sharp knock rattled the door.

"Go away," Jungkook grumbled.

The door creaked open, and Taehyung stepped inside, immaculate as always, holding a glass of water and a painkiller. His stoic expression was firmly in place.

"Breakfast is ready," Taehyung said, placing the items on Jungkook's bedside table. "And you might want this."

Jungkook peeked out from under his arm and groaned again. "You're too loud," he muttered.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "I haven't even raised my voice."

Jungkook propped himself up, grabbing the painkiller and water. "You're existing too loud," he shot back, taking the pill and downing the water in one go. "God, do you sleep in that suit, or do you just reappear fully dressed and annoying every morning?"

Taehyung didn't flinch. "It's my job to be prepared."

"Well, congratulations, Captain. You've successfully ruined my morning," Jungkook muttered, rubbing his temples.

Taehyung stood in the doorway, unbothered by Jungkook's biting tone. With a slight bow, he said, "Breakfast will be ready when you are."

"Of course it is," Jungkook muttered under his breath as Taehyung turned and left the room, his movements precise and deliberate. The door clicked shut behind him, and Jungkook let out an audible sigh, running a hand down his face.

The silence in the room was interrupted by the chime of his phone. He glanced at the screen to see messages from Jimin and Yoongi.

Jimin: Are you seriously going to go ahead with this?
Yoongi: This is reckless, Jungkook. You better think it through.

Jungkook grinned, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Jungkook: Yes, I am. Don't tell Namjoon or Seokjin. They'd never approve. They can't know.

As soon as he hit send, he tossed the phone onto his bed and got up, stretching lazily. His gaze drifted to the window, where the morning sun was filtering through the curtains. He grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, half-expecting to see headlines from last night plastered across the news.

But there was nothing.

He scoffed, his lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Well, would you look at that? The first party I've come out of without being the highlight of every gossip column. Taehyung, you really are bloody good at your job," he muttered to himself.

Jungkook's jaw tightened as his thoughts shifted. That was precisely why this had to be done. Taehyung wasn't just good at his job-he was too good. Too intrusive. Too controlled. He needed to be shown the consequences of sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Of ratting Jungkook out to his father.

He stood, walking to his wardrobe and rifling through his clothes until his eyes landed on a black crop blazer. A slow grin spread across his face as he pulled it out. He took his time getting ready, his look intentional-edgy and provocative. The blazer left his toned chest exposed, chains dangling from his waist, paired with fitted black trousers that accentuated his frame.