“I may not be your first date, kiss, or love…but I want to be your last everything.”

Chapter 22: Unveiled The Truth

Taehyung stood frozen, his body stiff as Jungkook’s arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him into an embrace that felt both comforting and suffocating. The unexpectedness of the touch left Taehyung unsure of how to react, his heart beating faster as his mind raced with confusion. He felt Jungkook’s chin resting lightly on his shoulder blade, the warmth of his breath brushing against Taehyung’s neck. Their cheeks were pressed together, the closeness overwhelming, and Taehyung couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment was too intimate, too real, for someone like him.

Jungkook’s voice broke the silence, his words soft but filled with a sense of longing. “We should be like this, don’t you think?” He pulled Taehyung closer, his arms tightening around him as though trying to convey something deeper than words could express.

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat, and he turned his head slightly, still unable to break free from Jungkook’s hold. His voice came out strained, hesitant. “What do you mean?”

Jungkook’s hold on him tightened, his voice growing more intense. “You’re in my arms. I’m hugging you. We’re alone in the night, just the two of us. No distractions, no worries, just us thinking about each other. Just us, together.”

The words sank into Taehyung’s chest like a heavy weight, his mind whirling with the possibilities. He remained silent, his gaze drifting into the distance, his thoughts tangled in the complexity of their situation. He wanted to say something, anything, but his voice refused to come.

Jungkook seemed to sense his hesitation, his voice now laced with a mixture of frustration and desire. “But we can’t be like this, can we? You told me we couldn’t be together. We could’ve been like this if you hadn’t given up. You should’ve trusted me when I told you I would help you.”

Taehyung’s body tensed at the mention of trust. He didn’t want to face this conversation, but he couldn’t avoid it any longer. He inhaled deeply, trying to steady his emotions. “I trusted you,” he whispered, though his voice wavered under the weight of his own uncertainty.

Jungkook’s tone grew more insistent, a trace of hurt seeping into his words. “If you truly trusted me, you wouldn’t have given up like that.”

“I had a reason,” Taehyung responded, his voice thick with emotion. He wasn’t sure if he could explain it, but he had to try.

Jungkook’s eyes searched Taehyung’s face, his confusion deepening. “And you didn’t tell me why? Why didn’t you tell me, Taehyung?”

The words were like a dagger to Taehyung’s heart, but he swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing himself to speak. “Because I’m afraid,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m afraid of what might happen if I tell you. You’re willing to do anything for me, but how about you? You should think about yourself too. You’re doing too much for me.”

Jungkook’s grip on him tightened once more, his voice low but filled with conviction. “Because you deserve it. You deserve to be cared for, to be loved. You’ve been through so much, Taehyung. I would do anything for you. I love you.”

Taehyung’s heart clenched at Jungkook’s words, but the pain of the past still haunted him. “I don’t care about that, Jungkook. Don’t you see? It’s a rollercoaster. When we’re together, it’s impossible to be happy. I gave up because I’m tired. I’m tired of hurting everyone around us.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in confusion and concern, his voice laced with disbelief. “That’s not the real reason, is it? Your mom knew about our letters. Did she threaten you? Tell me the truth, Taehyung. What’s really going on?”

Taehyung’s heart pounded in his chest as the memories rushed back, his body trembling with the weight of everything he had been through. His hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms as he forced himself to speak. “I… I was studying in America when they took me. Someone grabbed me and dragged me away. I fought back, Jungkook. I really did, but I was too weak. I couldn’t escape. They… they raped me.”

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat, his face pale with shock. His voice was barely a whisper. “What?”

The words seemed to tear at Taehyung’s soul, but he forced himself to continue, his voice shaky with emotion. “I reported it. I told my mom. She came the next day, and I thought… I thought she would help me. But she didn’t. She sided with them. She told me I was crazy, that I should be sent to a mental hospital. When we left the police station, she threatened me. She told me not to tell anyone, that it would ruin her image.”

Taehyung’s breath came in ragged gasps, the memories flooding him with overwhelming force. “Jin hyung wasn’t home that day. Mom’s guard came to the house, and they found your letters, Jungkook. I didn’t want to hide them from you, but she burned them. She threatened me. She told me if I ever contacted you again, she’d have you killed. She called me a slut. She said I deserved what happened to me.”

Tears spilled from Taehyung’s eyes as he spoke, his voice breaking under the weight of the truth. “But it gets worse. She has a video. A video of what happened. She said she’d send it to you if I ever replied to your letters. That’s why I couldn’t write to you anymore. I couldn’t risk it.”

Jungkook stood frozen, his body trembling with a mixture of fury and disbelief. His mind was racing, unable to comprehend the full extent of the pain Taehyung had endured. His hands clenched into fists, his jaw tightening with rage. “She… she did that to you?” His voice was barely audible, a guttural growl of anger.

Taehyung nodded, his chest tight with the weight of everything he had kept hidden for so long. “I couldn’t tell Jin hyung. I just kept it all inside, hiding it from everyone. I was afraid. When I told my mom I was pushing you away, I had to record it, make sure she believed me. You don’t know how much it hurt, Jungkook. Every time I pushed you away, it felt like torture. But I was glad I could hear your voice.”

Jungkook’s eyes filled with tears, his heart breaking for the pain Taehyung had endured. He wanted to protect him, to erase the past and make everything right. But the anger inside him grew stronger, fueled by the realization of what Taehyung had gone through.

“I’m dirty, Jungkook,” Taehyung whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m dirty because of what happened.”

Jungkook stood there, frozen, his emotions crashing through him like a storm. His mind raced with thoughts of revenge, of making those responsible pay for what they had done to Taehyung. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. Without a word, he stormed out of the cabin, his anger boiling over, leaving Taehyung standing in the cold, his tears mixing with the night air.

Jungkook didn’t stop to think. He hopped onto his motorcycle, the engine roaring to life as he sped through the streets, his mind clouded with fury. His thoughts were consumed by one thing: vengeance. He didn’t care about the consequences. All that mattered was making them pay.

Three hours later, Jungkook found himself at Kim’s village, drunk and raging. The alcohol only fueled his anger, making him reckless. He grabbed a bottle and threw it at the windows and gate of the Kim family’s house, the glass shattering in a violent crash.

“Who’s that?” Hanyeol’s voice called from inside, her confusion evident.

“Someone’s in a rage,” the guard muttered, trying to assess the situation.

Jungkook’s voice was a growl, full of venom. “You bitch! Come out here, you fucking witch!” He threw another bottle, his aim erratic, his fury unchecked.

“Leave this villa! You’re not allowed here!” Tansuk shouted, stepping forward, his face twisted in anger.

“Show me your wife! I’ll kill her!” Jungkook screamed, his eyes wild with hatred.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Tansuk snarled, his patience thinning.

Jungkook ignored him, throwing another bottle at the house, the sound of glass shattering ringing through the night. Hanyeol flinched at the sound.

“Sir, leave now or we’ll call the police!” the guard warned, stepping toward Jungkook, trying to stop him.

Jungkook turned on him, his rage taking over. “Go ahead and do it. As if I care,” he spat, landing a punch to the guard’s face, sending him stumbling backward.

“Leave my house, asshole!” Hanyeol screamed, her voice shaking with fear.

“Not before I kill you!” Jungkook retorted, his voice filled with a primal anger as he kicked the gate with all his strength.

“I’ll call the police! They’ll arrest you!” Hanyeol threatened, her voice trembling with fear.

“Do it! I don’t care!” Jungkook yelled, his gaze fixed on her as she moved upstairs, her fear palpable.

Without hesitation, he grabbed another bottle and aimed it at her, his fingers trembling with the intensity of his anger. But before he could throw it, Hanyeol ducked behind the railing, her figure disappearing from sight.

Jungkook stood there, seething with rage, his body trembling as he fought to control the overwhelming urge to destroy everything in his path. The pain of Taehyung's suffering and the need for vengeance consumed him, leaving him standing in the cold night, consumed by fury.