CHAPTER - 19

Next day :-

Taehyung finally switched on his phone and froze. Two hundred and forty-seven missed calls from his bunny. His chest tightened, heart skipping a beat—but instead of calling back, he made a decision. He blocked the number.

Time passed. Tae sat on his bed, staring at a picture of Jungkook he had secretly taken at the flower shop. Tears glistened in his eyes, but he wiped them away hastily when the phone rang. The ID showed Jack.

Taehyung - Hello?

Jack - Hey, Tae. Where are you?

Taehyung - Home… why?

Jack - Kai, Jennie, and I decided to hang out today. You know, before studies take over.

Taehyung - Oh… so?

Jack - Care to join us?

Tae’s chest tightened. He wasn’t in the mood to socialize. He wanted to stay in his room, cry until his heart emptied.

Tae’s p.o.v - No, Tae… you have to look unbothered. Everyone will make fun of you if you show weakness. You have to go.

Jack - Tae? Are you there?

Taehyung - Uh… yeah. I’m coming.

Time skipped,

At the club, Jack, Kai, and Jennie were already drinking. Tae took a deep breath, forcing himself to appear normal as he approached them.

Kai - Hey, buddy.

Taehyung - Hi.

Jennie - Hi, baby.

Taehyung - Hi…

Jack handed him a beer.

Jack - Here, have some.

Tae wasn’t in the mood to drink, but he needed to look “normal.” One, two, three… eight bottles later, he was drunk.

Jennie noticed and moved closer, sliding her hand over Tae’s thigh. He tried to push her away but his drunken body betrayed him. Jennie smirked—she knew he would never allow this while sober. Leaning in, she kissed him. Tae was too drunk to resist, but sane enough not to kiss back.

But someone else was watching. A boy holding a small box stood silently in the corner, tears glistening in his eyes as he saw them. He whispered, almost to himself:

Jungkook - Not mine.

Then he turned and walked away.

Tae snapped back to his senses. Adrenaline surged through him as he shoved Jennie away, standing up, furious.

Taehyung - What the hell do you think you’re doing?

Jennie - Tae… I… I was just…

Taehyung - Jack, I’m going. See you.

He shot her a final glare before leaving, storming out of the club.

Next day :-

Tae was in his room when the doorbell rang. He opened it to see a delivery boy holding a package.

Delivery boy - Kim Taehyung?

Taehyung - Yes.

Delivery boy - Sir, your courier.

Taehyung - Courier? Maybe Mom ordered something… okay, how much?

Delivery boy -No payment needed, sir. Already paid.

The boy left, leaving Tae confused. He brought the package to his room, sitting on the bed with it.

Tae’s p.o.v - Why did Mom order it under my name?

He opened the box. Inside was a beautiful Gucci bag. Tae’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Yes, they had made a deal—Jungkook would buy him his favorite Gucci bag. Tae had never imagined Jungkook would actually do it. Jungkook was just a normal, middle-class boy—how could he afford this?

Tae’s mind raced. He wanted to call Jungkook, to return the gift. He didn’t care about the bag. He wanted Jungkook—in his arms, nothing else.

Taehyung's p.o.v - So it was really a deal… and this is my “reward” for getting trapped, my bunny? I want to forget you,… i want to forget every single moment we spent together. But I can’t. I can’t forget the feelings you made me feel. I regret trusting your words, your eyes, the love that never really existed. I hate you, Koo… and yet… I love you. I hate myself for it. But I’ll try. I’ll try to move on. I’ll never look at your face again, even if I want to. Someday… someday I’ll hate you too.