|| CHAPTER - 32 ||

•| CHAPTER ~ 32 |•

•| The Betrayal That Broke Him |•

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The morning was too quiet for what was about to happen.

Taehyung and Jungkook stood facing each other in the driveway, the silence between them thick, tense, and ready to snap. The sky above was clear, birds chirping like the world hadn't just flipped upside down for one of them.

But for Taehyung, nothing felt normal. His world had cracked somewhere between midnight and now, and the man standing in front of him—with that smug grin and unbothered stance—was the reason.

Jungkook leaned slightly to one side, arms crossed, a half-smirk playing on his lips like he was enjoying every second of Taehyung's torment. And truthfully, he was. He loved this part–watching someone unravel because of something he did.

Taehyung, on the other hand, looked like hell. His eyes were swollen from holding back tears, lips pressed into a tight line as if he were trying to keep his heartbreak from pouring out.

But his eyes… they screamed betrayal.

He didn't speak at first, just stared at Jungkook, like he was trying to understand how someone could be so cruel and still sleep at night.

"You shouldn't be here," Jungkook finally said, his voice annoyingly casual. "Didn't we already end this? Or did that earlier fight not make things clear enough?"

Taehyung's jaw tightened, fists trembling by his side from building rage.

"Why did you do it?" he asked, his voice low, just loud enough to be heard.

Jungkook raised his brows, cocking his head like he didn't know what he was talking about. "Do what?" he replied innocently, like he didn't just blow someone's life apart for fun.

Taehyung's chest rose and fell with sharp breaths as he fought every emotion crashing inside him– rage, betrayal, heartbreak. His voice cracked with the weight of it all.

"Don't act like you don't know. You know what I'm talking about."

Jungkook shrugged, still playing dumb. "My brain's not a mind reader, Taehyung. Be a good boy and spell it out for me."

That was it. The switch flipped.

Taehyung stormed forward, grabbing Jungkook by the collar and yanking him closer. Their faces were inches apart, one twisted with fury, the other still smirking like this was some kind of joke. Jungkook didn't even flinch–he just looked mildly amused.

"I'm talking about last night," Taehyung seethed. "What you did to Evie."

Jungkook laughed under his breath, not even trying to hide it. He pulled Taehyung's hands off him with ease and stepped back, brushing off his shirt like he was shaking off dirt. "You're way too emotional for a grown man," he said. "You should control that."

And then, just to twist the knife deeper, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and turned the screen around to face Taehyung.

"You mean this?" he said, his voice low and taunting.

Taehyung's eyes dropped to the screen.

And everything stopped.

It felt like the ground disappeared beneath his feet.

It was Evie. His Evie. In bed. Her clothes disheveled. Lying beside Jungkook, who was shirtless, hovering close–the angle, the lighting, the blurred background–it all looked real. It looked like they had just spent the night together.

The kind of photo that didn't need an explanation… because it said everything, and everything hurt.

Taehyung's breath caught in his throat. His heart was thudding so loudly it drowned out every other sound. He knew her. He knew her face. That wasn't the look of someone willing. That wasn't Evie. That wasn't the girl he loved. But the way the photo was taken–the angle, the intimacy–it felt like a punch to the chest.

Jungkook chuckled again, slowly putting the phone away like he'd just shown someone a funny meme.

"Wild night," he said, casually. "She's more fun than I thought she'd be, honestly. Quiet ones always surprise."

Then, leaning in closer, he added with a crooked grin, "Didn't think your girl would fall for me that easy... but damn, she tastes like betrayal."

Taehyung froze. His heart shattered with those words. His mind couldn't process fast enough - the image still burned into his eyes, his fists clenched, his voice stolen.

He didn't speak. He couldn't.

He just stood there.

Frozen in disbelief, in rage so deep it made his whole body tremble.

And Jungkook…?

He just kept smiling.

Because for him, this was entertainment.

Jungkook slipped his phone back into his pocket slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, like he hadn't just shown Taehyung the most heartbreaking image of his life. He stepped closer, watching Taehyung's frozen expression with dark amusement.

"Honestly…" Jungkook began, his voice low, taunting. "Last night was pretty fucking wild. Way better than I expected."

Taehyung's fists clenched, but he still didn't speak. He just stared at him, eyes glassy, chest rising fast like he was fighting to breathe.

"I mean, I wasn't even planning on doing much," Jungkook went on with a cold laugh. "I just wanted to mess with her a little at the farewell. You know me, right? Always been good with the ladies. Just went to see what your sweet little Evie was really made of. Flirted a bit… pulled her close… but damn, didn't expect her to melt that fast."

He paused, eyes gleaming with venom. "You saw it, didn't you? She didn't even push me away. That dress, those big eyes… I knew she'd break if I pressed the right buttons. And guess what? She did."

Taehyung blinked, trying to hold back the wave of rage rising in his throat.

"And then she said you were coming late," Jungkook added with a wicked grin. "So I thought... why waste the night? One thing led to another. She followed me. We had some drinks. She laughed a lot. I touched her a little, she didn't stop me. Then… well, she didn't say no when my hands went under that dress either."

Taehyung stir by the last part.

He leaned closer, voice dropping to a filthy whisper. "You should've seen her, Tae. That moan? Fuck. She sounded like she's been starving for it. The way she grabbed me? Wrapped her legs around me like she needed me. Responsive little thing… I mean, you think she's innocent, right? But in bed?" He smirked. "She was a fucking goddess."

Jungkook licked his bottom lip and chuckled darkly. "I warned you, didn't I? I told you she's not as innocent as you think. Hell, You even hit me once for her–remember that? And still, you thought she was different. Pure. Loyal. You thought you could trust her." He tilted his head mockingly. "Turns out, she's just like the rest. Easy. So easy."

Taehyung's eyes filled with tears, his lips trembled, chest heaving with the storm inside him. The pain was too raw–like something inside him was breaking into pieces, piece by piece, word by word.

Jungkook looked him up and down, then laughed again, softer this time, almost pitying.

"What, cat got your tongue?" he mocked. "No clever comebacks? No threats? Come on, Tae. Say something. Or do you want me to describe how she tasted too? Because I remember it clearly. Every fucking second of it."

Taehyung silent–not because he believed any of it, but because his body physically couldn't move. His legs were locked, his throat dry, and his heart? That was the loudest thing in the world right now. Beating, breaking.

And Jungkook? He stood there, unbothered. Proud. Like a devil who just watched someone drown and felt nothing but thrill.

Jungkook wasn't done yet. In fact, he seemed to enjoy watching Taehyung fall apart.

With that same smirk plastered on his lips, he tilted his head and said, "You know what the best part was?" He leaned in like he was sharing a secret, voice low and disgusting. "She liked it. Like really fucking liked it. She was moaning my name like it was the only word she knew. Clawing at my back. Whispering more. Her body? So damn responsive… God, she didn't want me to stop."

He laughed under his breath, no shame in his tone at all. "Maybe you just weren't enough for her. Maybe all this time, she was just waiting for a real man to satisfy her. Maybe your soft little kisses and virgin boy moves weren't cutting it."

Taehyung blinked, and something inside him cracked. But Jungkook didn't stop.

"You're were virgin till far, right? And she was your first time. So sweet. So respectful. So careful. How adorable," Jungkook spat mockingly. "But guess what? That same sweet girl couldn't stop moaning last night. She wanted it. She begged for it. You think I forced her? Please. She fucking devoured me."

And that was it.

Taehyung's chest heaved as his breathing turned erratic. His eyes burned, not just with betrayal but with rage so fierce it blinded him. Without another word, without thinking, he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Jungkook by the collar with both hands–harsh, uncontrolled, and full of fury. The force knocked Jungkook back, slamming his spine hard against the side of his car with a metallic thud.

Jungkook's smirk faded for a second as his head snapped back from the impact, surprised by the sudden aggression. But Taehyung wasn't done.

His voice wasn't soft or broken anymore. It came out roaring, shaking with all the rage and hatred swirling in his chest. "SAY ONE MORE FUCKING WORD ABOUT HER… AND I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU."

His grip on Jungkook's collar tightened, his fists shaking, his knuckles white from the pressure. He was trembling from head to toe from holding himself back from destroying him right there.

For a brief moment, Jungkook's eyes flickered. He hadn't expected that reaction. Not this much fire from the quiet, calm Taehyung.

Then Taehyung raised his hand, ready to land a punch with all the weight of betrayal he felt–but Jungkook caught it mid-air. His fingers wrapped around Taehyung's wrist with a strong grip, and suddenly his entire demeanor changed.

No more playfulness. No smirk. No games.

His eyes darkened, cold and threatening. His voice dropped to a warning growl, low and sharp like a blade.

"Don't ever try that again," he said, tightening his grip on Taehyung's wrist to the point it made him wince. "Last time I let you hit me. This time, I'll fucking break your hand in two seconds if you try."

He shoved Taehyung back with force, making him stumble slightly. The air between them turned dangerous, heavy, and hostile–like two animals ready to fight to the death.

They stood there, glaring, neither backing down. One burning with heartbreak and fury. The other, filled with pride and poison.

Jungkook straightened his shirt where Taehyung had grabbed him, brushing the wrinkles off like nothing just happened. His expression had returned to its usual smugness, that twisted smirk sitting right back on his lips, taunting like fuel to a fire.

"Don't be so fucking pathetic, Taehyung," he said, his voice laced with mockery, like he genuinely felt no guilt, no hesitation. "You have a problem? Then deal with your girlfriend. I wasn't the one in a relationship. I didn't force her. She came to me. Willingly. Again and again."

He took a step closer, lowering his voice but keeping the venom sharp. "It's not my fault she was ready to cheat on you the moment someone else gave her attention. I didn't chase her. She came looking for something you clearly couldn't give."

Taehyung's fists clenched again, and his jaw tightened as those words stabbed deeper than any knife could. But Jungkook wasn't done. He kept going, merciless.

"You want someone to blame?" he sneered. "Blame her. She's the one who had a boyfriend. Not me. She's the one who should've said no. Not me. I was just… being me. You know how I am. You've always known. I flirt. I play around. It's what I do. But she? She let it happen. She wanted it."

Then he chuckled coldly, his eyes scanning Taehyung's devastated face. "You standing here crying like a fool–it's fucking embarrassing. You're embarrassing yourself. Acting like I stole something precious from you when in reality? She handed herself over like it meant nothing."

Taehyung swallowed hard, his throat burning. His voice came out cracked, full of disbelief and heartbreak.

"How could you do this to me?" Taehyung asked, his words almost a whisper, trembling with pain. "You were my friend. My best friend. You knew how much she meant to me. And you still did this."

Jungkook's smirk faded for a second before he scoffed, shaking his head.

"Friend?" he repeated mockingly. "That friendship died the day you broke it, not me. The day you raised your hand at me because of her? The day you chose a girl over your own friends? That's when it ended."

His voice turned colder.

"Don't give me that moral bullshit, Taehyung. If you want to talk about friendship, look in the mirror. You walked away from all of us. So don't come crying now, acting like I'm the one who crossed the line."

He stepped even closer.

"And just so we're clear… I don't regret a single fucking thing. I didn't make her do anything. If she really loved you, she wouldn't have even looked at me. But she did more than look. So if your girl can't stay loyal, maybe ask yourself why."

Taehyung stood there, frozen, feeling like his entire world was falling apart in real-time. His vision blurred, heart aching in ways he couldn't describe. There was no coming back from this. Not from what he saw, not from what he heard.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, as if he was done wasting energy on this bullshit. His eyes scanned him once, then rolled with annoyance.

"Stop embarrassing yourself," he said coldly, his voice now devoid of even the fake amusement he wore earlier. "Be a man and deal with it. You got cheated on–happens to the best of us. But crying in front of the guy she chose instead of you? That's just pathetic."

He took a step back, fixing the cuffs of his shirt like nothing ever happened, like this entire confrontation was just another inconvenience in his day.

"I warned you the day I saw her with you," he muttered, voice low but sharp like a blade. "Told you she wasn't the type you thought she was. But you didn't listen. You were too busy playing prince charming–thinking she was some pure angel who would never look twice at someone like me. But guess what?" He smirked cruelly. "She looked. And she fucking touched."

Jungkook didn't spare, not even a second.

"I'm tired, man," Jungkook said, rubbing his temple with mock exhaustion. "Didn't get much sleep after last night... rough night, you know how it is. She's a handful."

Then, as casually as brushing past a stranger, Jungkook moved to walk inside. But as he stepped forward, his shoulder deliberately slammed into Taehyung's - hard and cold. He didn't even flinch, didn't even look back.

"Save your tears for someone who gives a shit," he muttered, disappearing behind his door and leaving Taehyung standing there… hollow, breathless, and shattered.

Taehyung didn't move for a while after Jungkook disappeared behind the door; he just stood there, motionless in the silence, as if his mind was still trying to process what had just happened, and all he could feel was a hollow ache spreading through his chest like something inside him had been quietly torn apart.

He blinked a few times, trying to steady himself, but the sting in his eyes only grew and before he even realized it, tears had begun to roll down his face–the quiet grief of someone whose world had just crashed without warning.

He somehow managed to drive himself home, though he couldn't recall a single moment from the ride; everything outside the window was a blur, and his grip on the steering wheel was weak, almost like his hands were disconnected from his body.

When he reached the house, he didn't even acknowledge his parents waiting in the living room.

He couldn't.

His throat felt closed off and tight, like any word he tried to force out would break him completely, so he quietly walked past them, ignoring the concern in his mother's eyes and the soft way she called his name, pretending not to hear anything as he went straight upstairs and shut the door behind him.

The moment he was alone in the safety of his room, his entire body gave out, like he had been holding himself up for too long on willpower.

He sank to the floor slowly, not bothering to turn on the lights or even kick off his shoes.

The silence around him felt heavier than it ever had, pressing against his chest, and then the first sob escaped–a broken, painful sound he hadn't meant to let out.

And that was all it took for the dam to burst.

The tears came fast this time, without restraint, without logic, like his heart was screaming through them and his body had finally given up on pretending to be strong.

He sat there on the cold floor for what felt like hours, trying to understand what he had done to deserve this kind of betrayal.

He had given his love, his trust, and his loyalty to two people he never thought would betray him and yet, here he was, feeling like the biggest fool in the world, wondering what was so wrong with him that he wasn't enough to be loved back with the same sincerity.

It wasn't just heartbreak–it was confusion, humiliation, and a crushing sense of loss, not just for the friendship with Jungkook, but for the the girl he loved, he had believed in with his whole heart.

He thought he had known them–thought love was something pure if you gave it purely but the reality was far more brutal than anything he had imagined.

It wasn't like the quiet stories he used to believe in, where love was gentle and kind, and people chose each other even when things got hard.

No, this was full of betrayal.

And the worst part was, he wasn't even angry yet–just hurt, so deeply hurt that he didn't even know where to put all the pain that kept coming in waves, like it would never stop.