Truth Between Us ??

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི playing - Here I Am by Yerin Baek

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Paris— The city of love. The city of romance. And all Jungkook felt was disgust.

As he drove through the streets, making his way toward the hotel, he scowled at the couples all around the streets—holding hands, whispering sweet nothings, sneaking kisses under headposts like love was some magical thing that made the world spin.

Fucking stupid couples... Love was so overrated.

A concept built on fleeting emotions. A lie people fed themselves to feel a little less alone.

After getting off at the Hotel —a grand building with tall glass doors and an entrance lined with gold fixtures. Jungkook shoved his hands in his pockets, trudging forward with an irritated huff. Beside him, Hoseok was busy checking his phone, occasionally glancing up to make sure they were heading in the right direction. Behind them, Taehyung followed with a few bodyguards, his usual silent and unreadable self.

Hoseok stepped forward to handle check-in while Jungkook stood to the side, eyes flicking around the lavish lobby.

It was early morning, and the show was scheduled for the evening. They had spent the first few hours checking the venue, making sure everything was set, and now they were back to get ready. Hadn't have a moment of rest.

When the arrangements were done, Hoseok handed Jungkook his key card. "We got separate rooms next to each other," he said.

Jungkook nodded, taking the card before heading to the elevator.

Once they reached their floor, Jungkook made his way to his room, swiping the card and pushing the door open. But before he could step inside, he noticed something.

Taehyung.

Standing outside his door. Arms crossed. Postured like a damn statue.

Jungkook scoffed. "Are you seriously going to stand there all night and day?"

Taehyung's expression didn't change. "Yes."

Jungkook threw his head back with an exasperated laugh. "Give me a break, will you?" He turned back to face him, brows furrowed. "You're in the fucking city of love, Cap. Go out, find someone, have fun or whatever you do for your sick entertainment. Don't just stand outside my room like a goddamn ghost breathing down my neck."

Taehyung didn't budge.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple before muttering, "Whatever," and slamming the door shut.

The loud thud echoed in the silent room.

Jungkook tossed his key card on the table and let out a long breath. His fingers ran through his hair before he reached into his pocket, pulling out the phone—the one linked to Taehyung's.

Still nothing. Not a single text from Taehyung to his uncle.

Not a single call. Nothing.

Jungkook's grip tightened on the device as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

He had expected Taehyung to at least try to contact Yoonsung. To let him know he was in the city, to arrange a meeting with his mother—something.

But Taehyung hadn't told his uncle anything. Hadn't even made a move.

Just what the fuck is wrong with this guy?