Jungkook stared at him.
Those words were final.
The sentence had been passed.
And Jungkook was the one being sacrificed.
Kim gave him a small pat on the shoulder, forcing a smile. "Have a smile and introduce yourself on stage."
Jungkook’s lips parted. He looked up at the man who had controlled his life for so long.
The man who had just thrown him into the fire without a second thought.
His heart shattered.
"I'll do it."
His voice was empty.
Kim smiled.
And then, he took Jungkook’s hand.
Tightly.
Possessively.
Like he owned him.
Jungkook didn’t hold back.
He didn’t return the grip.
He simply let himself be led forwar
Like a prisoner being taken to execution.
Back at the event
Jungkook's fingers tightened around Kim Yoonseong’s hand as he was pulled onto the stage. His body felt weak, trembling. The flashing cameras were blinding, and the noise of the crowd was deafening. His breathing became uneven—shallow, quick, suffocating.
Every step toward the center of the stage felt like a step closer to his doom.
The gasps from the crowd.
The murmurs.
The betrayed stares from his brothers and Haein.
He could feel it all.
Jin clenched his fists, his jaw tightening in anger. His entire body trembled with fury as he watched Jungkook being paraded like a trophy.
Yoongi looked ready to tear Kim apart. His hands were shaking in rage, his eyes locked onto the man standing beside Jungkook.
Namjoon and Hoseok weren’t any different. They were worried, shocked, scared and angry.
Jimin and Taehyung sat frozen, unable to process the betrayal.
Hyunwoo’s gaze burned with undeniable hatred. His voice was low, almost a whisper.
"You're going to regret this, hyung."
Kim Yoonseong finally stopped at the center of the stage, facing the cameras. Jungkook forced a smile. But it was clear—to everyone—that he was barely holding himself together.
Haein’s hands balled into fists. She could see right through it.
Kim took the mic, his voice booming with pride.
“And here he is—THE YOUNGEST KIM! KIM JUNGKOOK!”
A wave of cheers erupted, but to Jungkook, it felt like he was being drowned. The cameras flashed aggressively, capturing every inch of his face, every twitch of discomfort, every drop of fear in his eyes.
Jungkook bowed deeply, trying to steady his shaking hands.
He couldn’t show weakness.
Not now.
Kim handed him the microphone. Jungkook’s hands were cold as he took it. He forced a smile—small, strained, painful.
He spoke, his voice steady despite the chaos inside him.
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Still With You ?
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