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JUDAS | JJK

Part Eight

▽ summary: you’ve always been the type to focus more on your academic career rather than to chase after boys. Kim Namjoon, however, managed to pierce right through the walls you built around yourself and before you knew, you found yourself being the girlfriend of the world’s biggest band’s leader. Nothing and no one can come between the two of you.. or at least this is what you believe to be true until you meet Jeon Jungkook.

▽ genre: angst, love triangle, smut, fluff

▽ pairings: idol!namjoon x fem!reader , idol!jungkook x fem! reader

▽ words: 5485

▽ warnings: heavy angst, swearing, panic attack, mention of cheating, fighting.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) [⏵playlist]

That night, your unexpected guardian angel was none other than Kim Taehyung. He didn’t push you in any way, he barely even talked to you – he knew you were too upset to make small talks, let alone talk about what had just happened. He also probably sensed how deeply embarrassed you were feeling.

And obviously, you were. How else were you supposed to be feeling? You couldn’t help but spiral – obsessing over your guilt, your shame, and your heartache. You didn’t interpret Taehyung’s silence and help as a selfless act of care – you thought he just pitied you and didn’t want to have you on his conscience in case you did something stupid.

But he’s judging me. Of course he is. He stopped talking to Jungkook – who actually was his friend and he has to see every fucking day. How could he not judge me – a complete stranger? And he’s right. He should judge me. He should think of me as a pathetic backstabbing bitch. After all.. what did I do to prove myself any different from that?

It only took one night for you to lose all the self-confidence you had worked hard to build. It only took for Namjoon to stare at you with disappointment-filled eyes. And that’s the scary thing about insecurities: they never come alone. Your brain packs them up like an innocent and cute looking matryoshka doll, but every time you open one doll, there's another one hiding inside it.

During the whole ride home, you just stared blankly out of the car’s window, silently crying by yourself until your head started to ache.

When the car stopped, you still didn’t utter a single sentence. You just let Taehyung guide you inside your own apartment.

“Do you want me to call someone? I don’t feel really okay with you being alone tonight.”

Jungkook’s face immediately materialized in your thoughts. Still, you shook your head, trying to close that little drawer in your mind that kept telling you how much you wanted him to come over and hug you tightly until you fell asleep.

Taehyung sighed, looking at you avoiding his stare.

“Y/N.. I know you want to be alone right now, but I don’t think it’s the wisest decision. You’re obviously not in your best shape.”

“I’m not gonna jump out the window, Taehyung.” You replied coldly.

He stayed silent for a moment, probably pondering what to do next. Then, he clicked his tongue on the palate.

“Still, I’m gonna sleep on the couch. It’s fine if you want to barricade yourself inside your room, but..” He paused. “Just know I’m out here, in case you need anything.”

Silence fell again inside the room, resting between the two of you for what felt like an eternity.

“Fine. Suit yourself.” You eventually whispered, walking towards your bedroom and slamming the door shut behind you.

You had cried yourself to sleep until you passed out, mostly out of sheer exhaustion. And when you woke up, you still had your clothes and make up on from the night before. Well, the makeup was fucked up for most part, smudged all over your face and pillow. You had swollen eyes and a terrible headache, which hit you like a sharp pain as soon as you sat on the bed.

It was the crack of dawn, which meant you had still more than enough time to get ready for work. You obviously felt tempted to call in sick, but you knew that staying home all day would just make things worse for you.

I’d be stuck here alone overthinking, crying and feeling miserable. At least if I go to work I’ll be busy enough to forget – even if it is just for a split second.

The battery of your phone had died at some point during the night, but you figured it was probably for the best. You did not want to hear from anyone. And that’s when, with that in mind, you realized that Kim Taehyung was sleeping in your living room.

Fuck! What do I tell him? What do I do?

First of all: a cold shower. You didn’t know you needed that so badly until you felt the ice-cold water waking up every cell of your body.

You took that time to gather your thoughts before taking in a deep breath and slowly opening your bedroom door to peek into the living room.

Taehyung was still asleep. The view made you sigh in relief, and finally you decided to get out of your bedroom, tiptoeing towards the kitchen to get yourself a cup of coffee and something to eat.

“You’re awake.”

You almost spilled boiling coffee all over yourself from the jump-scare that Taehyung gave you.

“God! Do you always sneak up on people like this?”

You could feel your racing heartbeat against the palm you had placed on your chest, and you had to take a couple of deep breaths before slowly calming yourself down. It was obvious that you were on edge, no matter how silent his footsteps might have actually been.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He paused, staring at you in silence with a cautious look of concern in his eyes. “How are you feeling?”

What a shitty question.

“Take a guess.” You muttered, hiding your lips behind a sip of coffee while slightly rolling your eyes.

He sighed.

“I know it was a stupid thing to ask as soon as I said it.”

“It’s fine.” You just said, shrugging before filling up a second cup of coffee and hand it to him with a coy smile. “Uhm.. thanks for yesterday by the way.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You fell into an awkward silence for a couple of minutes, nervously sipping coffee from your cup before feeling the need to say something.

“You know you don’t have to stay, right? I mean.. I’m fine.” Or at least I will be, eventually. “I can take care of myself, Taehyung.”

“Look, Y/N, I don’t want to get involved in your business. You know I’m gonna be on his side no matter what. So I’m not gonna tell you that you can count on me. Cause you can’t. You’ll be on your own.”

You nodded. You didn’t even feel sadness. You already knew where he stood. If anything, you even appreciated his honesty.

“But I’m not cold-hearted. You needed help and I helped you. That’s it. I’m not gonna keep checking on you or step over the line. It’s none of my business.”

“It’s okay, Taehyung. I get it.”

I guess it was nice getting to know you. Maybe I’ll even miss you a bit. It’s hard to find good people these days. Turns out I’m not one of them myself.

You had no way of knowing. When you got into your car around eight in the morning – without your phone, without checking your laptop or even a newspaper – you were completely clueless about what was going on in the outside world. But most of all, you had no idea what was waiting for you.

If only you had called in sick. If only you had turned on your phone and seen the thousands of missed calls from your friends, family and Jungkook. If only you had left home a couple of minutes later, just in time to bump into Jungkook rushing to you.

If only, if only, if only…

If only you had done any of those things, you wouldn’t have found yourself mobbed right in front of your work place. And the worst part of it was not knowing why.

Or at least you didn’t until some recurring words surfaced from the maddening crowd: Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend.

You felt your heart sink down to your stomach. The beat that kept you alive suddenly silenced, and your limbs about to be tore apart by that pack of rabid fans. Everyone wanted a piece of you. Someone wanted to just talk, someone to be your friend, and someone to spit all their hate on you.

And you?

And me? Where am I? Who am I even?

You had feared that exact moment since the beginning of your relationship with Namjoon. And right there, while being pushed left to right, the showreel of all the nights spent crying and panicking with only Marco to keep you sane started racing through your mind.

I can’t breathe.

You probably wanted to say those words to the crowd around you – asking them to leave you alone. Even begging them, if necessary. But the harsh reality was that you froze. Panic had taken over your body, stiffening each and every one of your muscles. As if by staying still, those people would somehow think you were dead and finally leave you be.

Or maybe they won’t. Maybe they can sense the death in me like vultures, and they’re just waiting for me to drop on the floor so they can consume what’s left of my carcass. As if there’s anything to consume anymore.

You felt like you wanted to cry, scream and throw up – all at the same time. But you also felt like you couldn’t physically do any of it – like your own body was not yours anymore, and didn’t respond to any of the desperate commands that your brain was trying to send.

You were not just trapped in the midst of that horrible crowd. You were trapped inside yourself: kicking and screaming on the inside, but unable to move a single muscle on the outside.

“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR, KIM. I’LL SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA KICK IT DOWN IF YOU DON’T LET ME IN RIGHT NOW.”

Jungkook was furious like he had never been his whole life. When the news of Kim Namjoon having a girlfriend broke, it was almost eight in the morning. It took just a couple of minutes for it to travel the world. Your pictures were all over the internet: your name was a trending hashtag on Twitter, Instagram was already torn between support, hate and disbelief, people were already making videos where they talked about you. There was no way to stop the flood, and no one knew who had opened the dam in the first place.

But Jungkook did. He knew it was him. He was sure about it. The timing could not be a coincidence: that was clearly Namjoon’s revenge. A foolish one for sure.

“YOU MUST HAVE LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND!” He lashed out as soon as the door opened, throwing himself at Namjoon to slam him against the wall – his fingers firmly gripping the fabric of his t-shirt.

He stared at him in the eyes and there it was, the confirmation he needed, written all over Namjoon’s cold expression.

It really was your doing, then.

A part of him probably was still holding on to some hope. He hoped he was wrong. He hoped that by looking into his hyung’s eyes, he would find a glimpse of shock and concern.

“You did this.” It wasn’t a question. Jungkook murmured those words as if he did not completely believe them himself. “You really did this.”

He paused, expecting some sort of reaction, which never came. And that’s when an overwhelming feeling of nausea rose to his throat.

You don’t even feel regret.

“You disgust me.” He spit out those words while staring deeply into Namjoon’s eyes, meaning each and every one of them.

“Guess now you know how it feels, mh?”

But Namjoon’s words were soon cut off by a harsh punch landing on his already fucked up face. His only reaction, however, was a laugh.

“You can punch me all you want, Jungkook. It won’t change shit.”

That much he knew. He knew that all the punches in the world could not change the fact that now everyone was aware of your relationship with Namjoon. They did not know about the cheating or the breakup, but that wasn’t necessary. It was pretty clear to him what his hyung’s plan was. Hurting him by hurting you.

A suicidal plan, since that would have drag Namjoon into a pretty big mess with the company. But Joon did not give two shits about it, apparently. He knew Hybe would always protect him – but the same thing didn’t apply to you.

Still, for how pointless it might have been, Jungkook’s knee landed right into Namjoon’s stomach, sucking the air out of his lungs and making him cough harshly.

“You sold her out to the saesangs.” Another kick landed right in the same exact spot. “To the journalists.” Another kick. “People will think it was her – leaking those pictures.” Tears of anger started to gather in Jungkook’s eyes. His hands shaking and his voice filled with pain and hurt.

Yes, it might be pointless. But I want you to feel exactly how I feel right now. I want to hurt you as bad as you did with me. As bad as you hurt her.

“By now the whole world knows who she is, where she works, where she fucking lives. Do you have any idea of the danger you exposed her to? Do you even feel a bit of guilt? Of regret?” He paused, sobbing into the nth kick he gave him. “Did you ever even love her in the first place?”

That’s when Namjoon finally reacted. His head tilted, looking upwards to stare at Jungkook with anger-filled eyes.

“I DID. I DID LOVE HER.” He shouted – his voice hoarse from the physical pain and all the hurt that was tearing his heart to pieces. “YOU KNEW IT AND YOU DID EVERYTHING IN YOUR POWER TO TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME.”

It was then that it hit him. Jungkook stared blankly at Namjoon, feeling something he had never thought he’d ever feel towards him. Pity.

I’ve always admired you, Joon. I’ve always looked up at you. I even wanted to be like you. Maybe that’s why I felt so attracted to her in the first place. But I guess it was worth all the pain and cruelty. Because now I know that I don’t want to be like you. I know who I am. I know what I value. After all, you did teach me something. You teached me how to love by showing me everything that love shouldn’t be.

“This ends today, Namjoon.” Jungkook said calmy, with his flat tone hiding all the heartache he was feeling at the sheer thought of the plan he had in mind. “This – this sick game ends today.”

He was panting, and he took a couple of steps back to rest his back against the wall, looking down at his hyung with disgust.

“You’re gonna get up, clean your pathetic face, drive straight to the University with your bodyguards, and save the day. You’re gonna take all the credit and I’m gonna take all the blame for the disgusting shit you’ve done. I’m gonna tell the company it was me who leaked the pictures. I’m gonna say she ended things with me and that I did something stupid out of jealousy. You’ll be the hero.”

That’s what you always wanted, isn’t it? Being the knight in a shining armor and hearing my name being dragged through the mud. It has been your goal since the beginning. You never cared about my apologies – you just wanted revenge. That’s the only way you’ll ever be satisfied.

Namjoon stared at him in shock, taken aback from the proposition that just came his way – the last thing he would have ever expected from Jungkook.

“What makes you think I want to do any of that after she cheated on me with you?”

Jungkook chuckled bitterly, kneeling down to stare at him face to face.

“Because if you don’t, I’m gonna leave this fucking band, Kim. I have enough money to pay the fine for breach of contract. They can sue me all they want, but that would still be the end of BTS.”

Everyone knew that Jungkook was irreplaceable. Any member of BTS was. Stating that his absence would be the end of the band was no exaggeration, and Namjoon knew it.

“But you’re still gonna get your happy ending with Y/N, am I right?” Joon hissed between his teeth, narrowing his eyes to stare at Jungkook with deep hatred. “You’re gonna get a couple of spanks from the company and she’ll look at you with profound admiration. Poor Kookie sacrificed himself to protect that asshole.”

Jungkook shook his head, chuckling darkly.

“That’s more of a you thing to do, isn’t, hyung?” He scoffed, clicking his tongue against his palate. “No. I’m gonna tell her the same thing.”

She didn’t really end things with me, but she’ll believe it anyway. She wants to believe it. And even if she doesn’t, it’s always easier to believe the bad news instead of the good ones. I can tell her that I love her all day long and she’d probably still doubt it. But if I tell her I’ve done something to purposely hurt her, she’ll believe me immediately.

“And what’s the catch? What do you want from me in return?”

Jungkook shrugged.

“It’s easy. She’ll need a new place to live in, and security. All these things will be on you. It’s the bare minimum, after having ruined her life forever.”

Namjoon stared at him for what felt like an eternity, trying to understand what Jungkook’s plan was. Cause he had to have one.

I’ve seen you sacrificing pieces before. But they were never suicidal moves. You knew you were getting something out of those sacrifices. What’s your gain now, Jungkook?

Somehow, not being able to predict the person he felt like an opponent was driving him crazy. Like he wanted to scream and force him to play - to move another piece, to fight until one of them had his foot pressed on the other one’s face.

This can’t end with a draw. It can’t end with you granting me victory like I’m some sort of spoiled kid. This can’t end like this. This can’t end.

But at the same time, what choice did he have? Accepting the consequences of his foolish actions and letting Jungkook have his happy ending with Y/N?

“You know that one good deed doesn’t make up for everything you did wrong, right?”

Jungkook scoffed bitterly. He got up on his feet and walked towards the door of Namjoon’s apartment.

“This is my last move, Namjoon. I’m exhausted. You win. Everything is up to you now.” He paused, staring at him. “I just ask this one last thing of you. Don’t hurt her. Leave her if you want, tell her she broke your heart if you feel like it. But just.. just don’t hurt her.”

Namjoon fell silent. He looked at Jungkook walking away without making as much as a sound.

I did it. I did win. I did find his weakness. He’s willing to lose everything for her. He doesn’t have a plan. I have won for real. I just didn’t think that victory could have such a bitter taste.

Cause there, laying on his own floor, he didn’t feel like a winner at all.

It was over.

Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to hold himself from crying while the driver took him back to his place. He could feel his heart beating against his chest like it was death knocking at his door.

I didn’t know her that well, after all. I’ll be okay. I’ll eventually forget her and go on with my life.

He had never been the type to lie to himself, but in that moment there wasn’t much else he could do. He needed that lie, he needed to think that his feelings could still be reversable and that they’d just disappear in no time.

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

Right now, in this exact moment, you’re still mine. Even if you don’t want to see me, your heart still belongs to me. I still have a couple of hours, maybe even a bit more, to feel this warmth.

And then he knew, he’d lose it forever. He knew you’d hate him. And there was nothing more painful than that feeling.

When you opened your eyes, you found yourself laying in a familiar bed, still dressed for work. You couldn’t pinpoint your exact location right on the spot; it took you a couple of moments to process what had happened and where you were. It was Namjoon’s bedroom.

How did I end up here?

The last thing you remembered was being mobbed at the university. After that, you just blacked out. You got glimpses of tiny memories: someone yelling, air filling your lungs, a black car – but that was it.

Your eyes quickly scanned the dark room, immediately locating Namjoon, who was half asleep on a chair. You then glanced at the clock. It was almost nine pm. Like clockwork, your stomach started making loud gurgling noises.

I have to get out of here. I have to find a way to get back to my place without being noticed. Or maybe I’ll go to Marco’s. I don’t know if there’s people outside my apartment.

You slowly started to get out of bed, but your movements immediately woke Namjoon up, and you felt like a burglar being caught in the act.

“I-I was just about to leave.” You muttered under your breath, avoiding his gaze out of fear of what you might find there.

He rose up from the chair as quick as he could, stopping you by gently grabbing your wrist.

“No wait, don’t!”

You looked at him in disbelief, with your dry mouth open and your eyes wide. How could he still want you around after everything that had happened?

And then it hit you. You gasped, shaking your head frantically.

“Namjoon, I swear to God, it wasn’t me. I don’t know what happened. I-I didn’t even check my phone this morning. I went there and all those people..” It happened like whiplash. All the panic you had felt that morning started rising again in your chest, making your breaths short and fast as if you were about to drown.

His hands rested on your shoulders, and before you knew it, your head was on his chest and his arms wrapped around you.

“Breathe.” He whispered in your ear, trying to calm you by gently caressing your hear and counting aloud. Being always under the spotlight, he knew what a panic attack felt like, and he also knew how to get out of it. “Deep breaths, Y/N.”

When he felt your heartbeat getting back to a normal pace, he slowly let you out of his embrace, looking at you straight in the eyes.

“I know it wasn’t you. Some photos of us got leaked and.. well.. everyone knows.”

“Which pics?” You asked him, on the verge of crying.

He just shook his head.

“Don’t worry. Just normal pics and a couple in which we kiss. Nothing dramatic. But everyone is obviously freaking out about it.”

At least they’re not nudes.

Still, you couldn’t help but nervously walking circles in his room, biting your nails with a blank expression on your face.

“Did-did someone hack your phone? How could they be leaked? We’ve always been very careful with this kind of stuff.”

You stopped, staring into his eyes – looking for an answer.

You knew Namjoon like the back of your hands, and in other circumstances, you would have been able to tell that him avoiding your gaze was a clear sign of guilt. But just the thought of him doing something so mean and counterproductive was enough for you to not even consider the possibility. Instead, you interpreted his gesture as disgust towards you. After all, how could he not feel like that?

“It was Jungkook.” He said in the lowest tone possible, leaving you shocked.

“What?”

“He admitted it. He said he was upset for what happened yesterday and acted impulsively to hurt me – to hurt us.”

As soon as you heard those words, you felt your heart shattering into a million pieces – a sharp pain cutting straight through your chest. Your eyes filled with tears and all you could breathlessly manage to say was

“Jungkook?”

He nodded, but he still did not look you in the eyes. He knew what he’d find there: pain. He didn’t want to see that, he didn’t want to look at the consequences of his own actions. He didn’t want to feel the weight of what he had caused, and the gut-wrenching guilt that he knew would come with it.

I was right, then. Everything he did was just to hurt Namjoon. He never really cared about me.

You felt used. And stupid, terribly stupid. Tears gathered in your eyes and started copiously streaming down your cheeks.

He said he loved me. Why did he do it? He didn’t have to. He had already got what he wanted. Why? Why being so cruel?

“It’s not safe to go back to your place. I sent a couple of security guards to grab your things.”

“It’s fine. I’ll find a way. I just – I just have to call my family. They’re probably worried and they’ll need to lay low for a while.”

He fell silent for a moment and then took a deep breath, stepping closer to you.

“Stay here, Y/N. I mean.. until we find another place, this is as safe as it gets.”

You looked up at him, confused.

“Namjoon.. you don’t have to. I know you feel like it’s somehow your fault because it all comes with your job. But it’s not. And you don’t have to be nice to me after..” You paused, looking away. “..after what I did to you.”

No I don’t have to. I shouldn’t be nice to you. I shouldn’t even feel guilty for what I did. I know it was bad. I know it was more than necessary. But you still had it coming. Both you and Jungkook did. And I hate the fact that, although I know all of this, I still want you around. You broke my heart. I shouldn’t want you. I shouldn’t love you. But I do. And it’s not fair.

But life is far from being fair. That’s why people believe in God and the afterlife: because all the cruelty, the pain and the nonsense they face everyday would be overwhelmingly meaningless otherwise.

Love is not fair either. We can’t just turn off our feelings when we get hurt. We can’t force ourselves not to love someone. We can’t reason with emotions. They’ll always be stronger than judgement. People always know better until they don’t anymore. And they end up throwing their lives away just to feel that warmth in their heart once more.

“I don’t have to. But I’m still gonna do it.”

After all, maybe Jungkook was right. Maybe Namjoon really did get what he wanted already.

The reason you hate him right now might be a lie, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve this punishment. He’d hurt you anyway – that’s what he does. He breaks people he loves in one way or another. Didn’t he break your heart with this decision? Didn’t he? This is fair. All of this is just fair.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH. HOW DARED YOU?”

“Jimin, it’s fine. We can work with it.”

But Marco’s words had no effect on his fiancé, maybe because he wasn’t sure about them either. How could he be sure that the leak would not eventually involve them? After all, that was one of the many reasons why BTS member kept their relationship in secret: because misery loves company.

The problem with that leak wasn’t just the exposure of Namjoon’s and Y/N’s relationship. Every band member’s personal life was at stake right now. Journalists would compete like jackals between them to find the most shocking news on BTS. Fans would analyze every single detail and stalk them. The reason was simple: now everyone knew they had something to hide. If their leader did, it was quite a logical thing to assume that the others did too. And Park Jimin had definitely more to lose than anyone else.

Jungkook stared at him without saying a word, taking in all the hatred that was coming his way during that official meeting at Hybe. Everyone was there, including the members’ significant others. Including you. He didn’t even look at you, no matter how intense your disappointment-filled stare was.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, looking down at his own feet.

“Apologies won’t do shit, Jungkook. You have put everyone at risk. For God’s sake, Jimin is about to get married!”

Yoongi was furious. He couldn’t believe Jungkook had gone to such length.

“We will put it off, obviously. We can’t risk exposure right now. It would be a scandal.”

As always, Marco was one of the few still keeping his composure. Everyone else was pretty much on the verge of punching Jungkook right in the face.

Everyone, except Kim Taehyung. Through the whole meeting, he didn’t say a single word. He just kept silently staring at Namjoon – no expression on his face.

The other members tried to get some explanation from Jungkook, asking him what went through his mind or how he managed to leak those pictures. The answers he gave were everything but clear – which only made them angrier. But not Taehyung. He did not ask, he did not comment, he did not even react.

He was the only one there when you and Jungkook parted ways. He had also spent the whole night checking on you. He knew there was no way Jungkook leaked those pictures. He remembered his last words to you. He remembered the way he looked at you.

He was sure that the leak was Namjoon’s doing. He knew him. He could see the guilt behind his cold façade. But he still couldn’t understand why Jungkook was accepting all the blame and hatred – especially the one coming from you.

That’s why he decided to confront Namjoon after the meeting, taking him into a separate room.

“I knew it was you.”

He had always been a straightforward type, Kim Taehyung. He didn’t care about sugarcoating or manipulating. He had always felt repulsed by such behavior. Also, he knew that the only way to go with Namjoon was taking him off guard.

And it worked, judging by the nervous way in which Namjoon clenched his jaw.

“Did Jungkook tell you?”

“He didn’t need to. Your silence during the meeting was enough to confirm what I already thought.”

Namjoon stared at him coldly.

“And what? Are you gonna take his side now? Are you gonna tell the others?”

Taehyung sighed, looking at him like he was desperately trying to find something in his eyes. Something that once was there but that he couldn’t see anymore.

“Stop it, Joon. This – this thing between you and Jungkook is tearing us apart. Don’t you remember how we used to be when we were living in that horrible shared room? Fuck, we didn’t have a penny to our names, but we were brothers. We were always there for each other.”

“Yeah, go tell that to the guy who fucked two of my girlfriends.”

“I did.” He exhaled, looking at him as if those words filled him with pain. “We all did. We did it for you, Namjoon.” He paused, keeping his stare in Namjoon’s eyes. “Are you really so blinded by hatred that you can’t even feel a tiny bit of guilt for what you’ve done? How could you stand there silently? We took your side, we protected and supported you – and you backstabbed us without giving it a second thought. Jimin and Marco.. do you know what you’ve done to them? They – they’ve put so much work in that wedding. You know what it means for them.”

He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that Namjoon was capable of something like that – that he could throw away years of friendship and loyalty just for his personal revenge against Jungkook.

“So you’re with him now. That’s what you’re telling me. That I’m the villain and he’s the hero.”

Taehyung sighed, rubbing his face with his palm. And then he looked up at him, shaking his head with a bitter smile on his lips.

“I guess you really are that blinded, then.”

He walked towards the door. He almost had a foot out when Namjoon lashed back at him.

“He’s not Jesus Christ, you know?”

Taehyung turned slightly, just enough to look at him.

“There’s no Jesus Christ in this God forsaken band. But I never thought we’d end up having two Judas.”

There was a moment of silence in which they both stared coldly at one another.

“What are you gonna do about it, then?”

“I guess I’ll start by saying I don’t owe you an answer.”

I don’t owe you anything at all, as a matter of fact. But maybe there’s something I owe Jungkook.

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