|| Want You again || ??

Jungkook stared at the report in Namjoon’s hands, his fingers tightening around the hospital sheets. His chest felt tight, his mind refusing to process the words in front of him.

Jennie.

His best friend.

His psychologist.

The person who had been by his side for years, guiding him, counseling him, helping him through his most difficult moments.

There was no way she would do this to him.

"No." Jungkook shook his head, voice firm. "Jennie wouldn't do this."

Taehyung let out a humorless laugh.

Jungkook’s eyes flickered to him.

Taehyung stood there, arms crossed, expression unreadable. But the bitterness in his voice was unmistakable.

"It’s always like this with you two, isn’t it?" Taehyung muttered, shaking his head.

Jungkook frowned. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Taehyung sighed, looking at him like he was the most pathetic thing in the world. "She manipulates you, you defend her. She crosses the line, you look the other way. She gets caught, you refuse to believe it."

Jungkook gritted his teeth. "She’s my friend, Taehyung."

"Friend?" Taehyung scoffed. "She’s your psychologist. She’s the one who had access to your mind, Jungkook. And yet, somehow, you still don’t want to believe she had complete control over you?"

Jungkook refused to believe it.

Not Jennie.

She was the one who helped him through his darkest days.

She was the one who told him what was best for him.

She was the one who made sure he stayed strong.

There was no way she could have been drugging him.

"I don’t believe it," Jungkook said stubbornly, shaking his head. "There has to be a mistake."

Taehyung just smiled.

That infuriating, knowing smile.

"Of course you don’t." His voice was soft, mocking. "You never do."

Jungkook hated how his stomach twisted at those words.

Taehyung turned to Namjoon and Jin. "Whatever. I don’t have time for this."

Jungkook blinked, suddenly feeling panicked. "Wait—"

"I’m going home." Taehyung grabbed his coat.

Bogum, who had been standing quietly this whole time, placed a gentle hand on Taehyung’s back. "Let’s go, baby."

Jungkook felt something twist in his chest at the way Bogum touched him so easily. So naturally.

Taehyung didn’t even hesitate.

Didn’t even look back as he walked out the door.

And just like that—

Jungkook was left alone.

Again.

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