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Jungkook felt the floor fall beneath him.
He couldnโt breathe.
Couldnโt think.
Bogumโs voice softened.
โDo you love him, Jungkook?โ
Jungkookโs throat tightened.
He whispered, terrified of the answer:
โIโI donโt know.โ
Bogum smiled sadly.
โYes, you do.โ
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Taehyungโs eyes softened for a split secondโฆ
then hardened again.
โYou donโt,โ Taehyung said quietly.
โYou havenโtโฆ for a long time.โ
Jungkookโs heart cracked.
Bogum placed a gentle hand on Taehyungโs back.
That was the moment Jungkook completely lost control.
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โIโm not starting anything,โ Jungkook shot back.
โIโm asking why heโs in our dorm every day.โ
Bogum offered a calm smile.
โIโm just here to keep Taehyung companyโโ
โI can keep him company.โ
Jungkook didnโt mean for it to come out so desperate.
But it did.
He didnโt realize he was walking toward them until his voice came outโ
rough, broken, and way too loud:
โWhy are you here again?โ
The room fell silent.
Bogum blinked.
Taehyung stiffened.
โJungkook,โ Taehyung said slowly, โdonโt start,".
Bogum reached out, fixing Taehyungโs hair again.
Something heโd been doing too often.
Something only Jungkook used to do without thinking.
Jungkookโs hands curled into fists so hard his nails dug into his palms.
Bogum nudged him.
โYou have to wear that scarf tonight. It suits you.โ
Taehyung giggled.
โIt does, right?โ
The sound used to be Jungkookโs to cherish.
Now it stabbed him.
They were standing close, faces bright, fingers brushing as they looked at something on his phone.
Jungkook froze in the doorway.
Every sound drowned under the roar of jealousy in his blood.
Taehyung looked soโฆ
happy.
Happier than heโd been around Jungkook in weeks.
The next morning, he woke up groggy, eyes swollen, head hurting.
He walked out to the living room.
Taehyung was there.
Laughing.
But not with him.
With Bogum.
Just sat in his room, replaying every word Taehyung saidโฆ
every flinchโฆ
every tear in his voice.
And one truth kept echoing, louder each time:
"Taehyung didnโt look at him with love anymore.
He looked at him like he was a stranger."
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The dorm was dead quiet that night.
Too quiet.
Like every wall, every pillow, every shadow knew Jungkookโs world was coming undone.
He hadnโt spoken since the practice room incident.
He hadnโt eaten.
Barely drank water.
He covered his face with his forearm, trying not to cry again.
He whispered into the darknessโ
barely audible:
โโฆTaehyung-ahโฆ
why does it hurt so much when I see you with him?โ
Later that night, Jungkook lay awake, staring at the emptiness of his ceiling.
His chest still hurt.
Taehyungโs words replayed like a wound that refused to stop bleeding.
โYou ignored me.โ
โYou replaced me.โ
โI wonโt wait for you.โ