Truth Between Us ??

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི playing - Die with a smile by Lady Gaga/Bruno Mars

TW : Mentions of Violence

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Taehyung's fingers twitched at his sides, his body a live wire of barely restrained fury.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out everything except the sight of Jungkook—restrained, bleeding, and furious.

He forced himself to inhale slowly through his nose. If he reacted without thinking, if he moved too fast, Jungkook would be the one to pay the price. His fists curled tighter, his mind racing. No weapons, no backup. Just the two of them against six heavily armed men. And judging by the situation, there were probably more waiting outside.

Wonsung watched him with sharp eyes, a cruel smile playing at his lips, as if enjoying the slow realization of helplessness settling into Taehyung's bones.

"No greeting for your family?" Wonsung mused, tilting his head mockingly.

Taehyung's jaw clenched. His voice, when it came, was cold as steel. "You're no family of mine."

Wonsung chuckled, shaking his head in faux disappointment. "Oh, how quickly they forget." Then, he turned to Jungkook, his smirk widening. "But I suppose you've found better company, haven't you?" His tone turned mocking, dripping with venom. "How disgusting. I wonder—what would your father have said about this?"

Jungkook let out a muffled sound of rage, his dark eyes burning with defiance.

Wonsung's eyes snapped to him, and in an instant, his playful smirk twisted into something crueler.

"Shut up, will you?!" he barked, before backhanding Jungkook across the face.

Taehyung's fists tightened so hard his nails dug into his palm. His voice was low, controlled. "Let him go."

Wonsung raised an eyebrow, feigning curiosity. "And why would I do that?"

Taehyung took a step forward—

Click.

One of the guards raised a gun, pressing the barrel to Jungkook's temple.

Taehyung froze. Fuck.

His pulse pounded against his skull, his entire body screaming to lunge forward, to rip that man apart, but he forced himself to hold still. He swallowed down the fury burning in his throat.

"It's between you and me," he said coldly. "Not him. So let him go."

Jungkook shook his head violently, muffled protests escaping through the cloth.

Wonsung hummed as if considering it. Then, with deliberate slowness, he crouched in front of Jungkook, gripping his jaw roughly and forcing him to look up.

Jungkook glared murderously, his body trembling with restrained rage.

"You see, dear nephew," Wonsung said, glancing back at Taehyung with a smirk, "I don't think he would like that plan very much." He patted Jungkook's cheek mockingly, his fingers digging into the cut on his forehead, making Jungkook flinch. "He looks ready to tear my throat out."

Taehyung took another step forward, voice razor-sharp. "Take your hands off him."

Wonsung let out a dramatic sigh and stood up, dusting off his hands. "You've really changed, Taehyung. If I didn't know better, I'd say you've gone soft."

Taehyung's lips curled into a humorless smile. "And if I didn't know better, I'd say you've gone desperate."

For the briefest moment, the smirk on Wonsung's face flickered.