Threads of fate

The restroom was quiet, the faint hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. Jin leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection. His face looked tired, the strain of the tour and his personal life evident in the dark circles under his eyes.

He splashed cold water on his face, hoping it would clear his mind. But as he straightened up, he caught a glimpse of something in his reflection-sadness that he couldn't hide, no matter how hard he tried.

Memories of Jungkook flashed through his mind. The way they used to laugh together, the quiet moments they'd shared in the past, the promises they'd made. He clenched the edge of the sink, trying to push the thoughts away and went inside the stall.

Jin sat in the restroom stall, his heart pounding as he tried to block out the voices outside. But no matter how hard he tried, their conversation seeped into his ears like poison, every word cutting deeper than the last.

"Sana, are you absolutely sure?" Jungkook's voice was low, almost trembling.

"I'm sure, Jungkook," Sana replied softly. "I didn't want this to complicate things, but it's true. I'm pregnant."

There was a heavy silence, the kind that suffocates the air.

Jungkook finally broke it, his voice steady but filled with unease. "I'll take care of it. Don't worry, Sana. I'll handle everything."

Jin's heart shattered at those words. His mind screamed for it to be a misunderstanding, but the weight in Jungkook's voice left no room for doubt.

Jin couldn't stay hidden any longer. He pushed the stall door open and stepped out, his face pale, his expression unreadable.

Sana and Jungkook both froze when they saw him. Jungkook's eyes widened in panic, his lips parting to say something, but no words came out.

Jin didn't stop. He walked past them without a single glance, his footsteps steady but heavy with unspoken pain.

Jin marched straight to the practice room, his emotions barely held in check. The familiar space, once his sanctuary, now felt suffocating. He stood in the center, gripping his hands into fists to keep from trembling.

His arms crossed over his chest as he tried to maintain some semblance of composure. The pain in his eyes was evident, but he refused to let it consume him in front of everyone. He needed answers, no matter how much it would hurt.

Jungkook burst into the room moments later, desperation written all over his face. "Hyung, wait! I can explain-"

The other members exchanged glances. They could feel it—the weight of something about to snap.

Namjoon acted first. "Everyone, clear the room." His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

The staff hesitated.

"Now." Yoongi’s tone was final.

Without another word, the staff gathered their things and hurried out, not daring to look back. The moment the door closed, sealing them inside the soundproof room, the real storm began.

Jin spun around, his eyes blazing with hurt and anger. "Explain? What is there to explain, Jungkook? Tell me, what exactly do you plan to justify?"

"What's going on?" Namjoon asked, looking between Jin and Jungkook.

Jin’s breath hitched as he looked at Jungkook, his vision blurring with unshed tears. His hands trembled at his sides, his entire body frozen in place, as if moving would shatter him into pieces.

"Why, Jungkook?" Jin’s voice was barely a whisper, but the pain in it was deafening. "Why would you do this to me?" His voice cracked, raw with betrayal. "What did I do to deserve this?" He inhaled sharply, trying to steady himself, but his body betrayed him. His fingers curled into fists as he whispered, "Was my love not enough for you?"