Still With You ?

Jungkook was standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair for the tenth time, fully dressed and ready for college. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his collar, trying to suppress the tightness building in his chest.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, he mumbled to himself, "Come on, Jungkook... don't be nervous. You can do this. It's just college. Act normal. Just... breathe, smile, and play along."

But the moment the words left his mouth, his forced calm shattered.

"Who the fuck am I kidding?" he snapped under his breath, his voice sharp and bitter. "This is fucking impossible. I can't do this. I don't want to do this! Why the hell do I have to act like some perfect, happy puppet? Why the hell is it always me? Why do I have to pretend in front of the whole damn fucking world while rotting inside?"

His fingers gripped the edge of the dresser, knuckles turning white. He let out a hollow, frustrated laugh and muttered through gritted teeth,
"Cazzo... porca puttana... merda."
The Italian curses rolled off his tongue like second nature - sharp, angry, and drenched in helplessness.

He looked at his own reflection, his eyes cold and distant. "This isn't me. I don't even fucking know who I'm supposed to be anymore. Being popular? Acting flawless? I've been through it before... but this - this is suffocating. This isn't fame, it's a goddamn performance."

Jungkook used be popular in his Italian school for his talent but this flwas a forced popularilty which he never wanted to have.

Jungkook lowered his head, shutting his eyes tightly as he tried to push back the wave of anxiety. His heart felt heavy, his mind a mess, but he had no choice - like always.

Jungkook finally gathered the courage to head downstairs. The moment he opened his door, a sharp voice echoed through the hallway - loud, trembling, and filled with emotion.

"Then why the hell did you all lie to me? Was it just to hide your damn mistakes from me? You saw it, right? Not even an hour passed - and without any warning, they came. You promised me, hyung! You all did. And like a fool, I believed you! Even after al? After Aunt's death? Even after hyungie left us?... you dared to be part of it?" Taehyung's voice cracked, his words laced with hurt, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. His voice was raised, but underneath the anger, there was a deep, raw sense of betrayal.

Jin stood there, his heart heavy, struggling to stay calm as he faced his broken younger brother. His voice, although soft, trembled slightly.

"Tae... Bear, please. We're sorry, okay? I know we hurt you, but we never wanted this." Though he is not in mafia but in agency, he didn't want tae to know about that.

But Taehyung's eyes were sharp, glassy with tears, his voice shaking as much as it was bitter. "Sorry? You expect me to trust that word now? Hyung... I trusted you more than anyone, and you all betrayed me. Again."

Jin felt his own patience slipping, his chest tightening at Taehyung's words. He clenched his fists but still tried to hold on to his calm.

"Tae... I told you. There are things you don't understand yet. I had my reasons - and without knowing the full story, you can't just throw around words like that." Jin said

But Taehyung let out a dry, humorless laugh, the kind that spoke more of pain than amusement. "Of course. I don't know anything, do I? I'm always the last one to know, always left out, always just a fucking doll you all protect. If you really saw me as your brother - as someone you trust - you'd have told me the truth. But no. You locked it all away in your damn heart. I hate this, hyung. I hate this so much."