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1.THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION ! And advised for adult audience.

2.𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.!!!

3.𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁/𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀.!!!

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After three days of tense silence, Jungkook finally returned from his business trip to Japan. As he stepped out of the sleek, black sedan and onto the cobblestone driveway of the sprawling mansion, he barely had time to draw a breath before Taehyung was upon him. Taehyung didn't waste a single second, rushing towards Jungkook with a fury that promised more than just words.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? Back off!" Jungkook's voice was sharp, laced with the exhaustion of long flights and the irritation of an unexpected confrontation.

"Seriously, Jungkook, you jerk!" Taehyung shouted, his voice trembling with a mixture of rage and desperation. "I should be asking you that! What did my poor Jiminie ever do to you, huh?"

"Taehyung, just shut the hell up!" Jungkook's voice escalated into a shout, cutting through the air like a knife. His eyes darkened, stormy with a depth of emotion he rarely allowed anyone to see. "If it were possible, I would have killed that bastard myself!"

The words hung in the air like a curse, each syllable dripping with venom. Taehyung recoiled, the shock evident on his face. For a moment, the fire in him flickered as confusion took hold.

"Jungkook, what are you even saying?" Taehyung started, but he was cut off before he could finish his thought.

"That fucking Jimin... he killed my father!" Jungkook finally spat out the truth, his voice cracking with the weight of the accusation. The revelation was like a slap in the face, reverberating through the mansion's empty halls.

Taehyung froze, his eyes widening in horror. "Woah, wait... are you serious?" His voice was barely a whisper, the disbelief evident in every word.

"Do you think I'm insane enough to joke about my dead father?" Jungkook shot back, his eyes narrowing. The raw pain in his gaze was unmistakable.

Taehyung took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I can't take all this... Tell me clearly, how is Jimin connected to your father's death?"

Without a word, Jungkook pulled out his laptop, his hands shaking slightly as he opened a folder labeled "CCTV Footage." He pushed the device towards Taehyung, his expression hardening as the video began to play. The screen flickered to life, showing the cold, grainy footage of the night his world had been shattered.

Taehyung watched in silence, his eyes following every movement, every desperate plea that Jungkook's father had made. He could see how deeply Jungkook was affected, his usually cold and emotionless facade cracking. The glossy sheen in Jungkook's eyes was a rare sight, one that spoke of a love that had been buried beneath layers of anger and grief.

As the video played, memories flooded back to Taehyung—fragments of that horrific night. The flames, the chaos, and the moment he saw Jimin raise his gun. But then, something clicked. A detail, barely noticeable, suddenly made sense.

Taehyung closed the laptop gently, turning to Jungkook. Without warning, he pulled him into a tight hug, holding him as if trying to transfer some of his own strength to his friend. Jungkook stiffened at first but then relaxed, letting out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"Listen to me carefully, Jungkook," Taehyung began, his voice steady, calm. "I understand now why you did what you did to Jimin, but for God's sake, you need to stop being an ass and really hear me out."

Jungkook pulled back slightly, his expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion. "What are you even saying? Fine, I'll listen... I don't have much energy left to argue."

Taehyung took another deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "You know, Jungkook, as secret agents, evidence is everything to us. But sometimes, what we see with our eyes isn't the whole truth."

"Taehyung, stop with the riddles! Just tell me what you're trying to say!" Jungkook demanded, his patience wearing thin.

"On that day, Jungkook, Jimin and I were on a mission. We've been partners since the beginning, and we were tracking down a group of criminals that night. Somehow, they were connected to Jeon Corp's enemies. We got intel that they were in your factory, planning to kill your father. But by the time we arrived, the place was already ablaze. We were too late." Taehyung's voice trembled slightly as he recalled the chaos of that night.

"We didn't know who the CEO of Jeon Corp was back then. When we saw your father, Jimin thought he might be one of the criminals. That's why you see him pointing a gun at your father in the video. But, Jungkook, as soon as Jimin realized your father wasn't a threat, he tried to pull back. He was going to lower his gun, but then..." Taehyung paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "A gunshot rang out. And the video blacked out after that, right?"

Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he replayed the scene in his head. "Yeah... I mean, that's what I thought. It seemed obvious... Jimin shot him."

"No, Jungkook," Taehyung said firmly, shaking his head. "Jimin didn't shoot your father. He was trying to save him. That gunshot you heard was when Jimin got shot—right in the shoulder. He was hit while trying to protect your father. He didn't kill him, Jungkook."

"What? Jimin was shot?" Jungkook's voice wavered, a mix of disbelief and dawning realization.

"Yes," Taehyung continued, "despite the wound, Jimin tried to fight back and save your father. I even stepped in to help him, though I'm not as skilled in combat as Jimin is. But the fire, the chaos... it was too much. Jimin was weakened by the blood loss, and they took advantage of that. We couldn't stop them, Jungkook. They killed your father right in front of us. And then, Jimin collapsed. Our team arrived and arrested the remaining men, but Jimin was immediately rushed to the hospital."

Jungkook was silent, his mind racing. The guilt was like a physical weight, pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. He had been so blind, so quick to judge without knowing the full truth.

"Jungkook," Taehyung's voice was softer now, "the place was already on fire. The explosions must have damaged the camera. That's why the footage blacked out the way it did."

"I don't even know what to say..." Jungkook whispered, his voice breaking. "I can't believe I said those things to Jimin."

"You should," Taehyung replied, his tone laced with an edge of anger. "My poor Chim... I don't understand why life has to be so cruel to him. First, he fell in love with you, Jungkook. You were his first love. And when he finally mustered the courage to confess... you rejected him in front of everyone. You humiliated him, cursed him, beat him..."

Jungkook hung his head, unable to meet Taehyung's gaze. The pain in his heart was like a knife, twisting deeper with every word. Tears, hot and bitter, began to spill from his eyes. He had never felt such agony, such deep regret.

"I hate myself, Taehyung," Jungkook choked out, his voice barely audible.

"You should," Taehyung shot back, his voice rising in anger. "You don't know the half of it! That day, the day you did all that to him... it was his birthday, Jungkook. Can you even imagine how he felt?"

"What?" Jungkook's head snapped up, shock and horror etched into his features. "That day... it was Jimin's birthday?"

"Yes," Taehyung confirmed, his voice trembling with the emotion he had been trying to hold back. "And what did he get? The greatest birthday gift ever—a public humiliation, a beating that nearly killed him. You kicked him, Jungkook, right where he had been stabbed trying to save you."

Taehyung's words were like daggers, each one piercing deeper into Jungkook's soul. He felt his knees weaken, his body shaking with the weight of his own actions. "I... I didn't know..."

"If it wasn't for me taking him to the hospital," Taehyung continued, "you would have killed him, Jungkook. The doctor said your kick seriously aggravated his stab wound. You could have killed the boy who loves you more than his own life."

Jungkook's breath hitched, the reality of what he had done crashing down on him like a tidal wave. Taehyung's anger was justified—Jungkook had been a monster. How could he have been so blind, so heartless?

From the corner of the room, Jin, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. "Taehyung's right, Jung kook. I'm ashamed of you. Jimin's love for you was pure, unwavering. He even took a bullet for you, yet you treated him like dirt."

Jungkook's tears flowed freely now, his heart breaking with each sob that wracked his body. "Where is Jimin?" he asked, his voice desperate, pleading. "Hyung, I need to see him. I need him to forgive me. I want him to beat me like I did to him. I miss him!"

"He's not here, Jungkook," Taehyung said quietly. "He moved out. He left because staying here was too painful."

Jungkook's eyes widened in shock, his heart sinking further into despair. "What? When did he leave?"

"The day after his birthday," Jin replied, his voice tinged with sadness. "He's in a new place now. He only calls Taehyung for work."

Taehyung and Jin left the room, leaving Jungkook to grapple with the torrent of emotions flooding through him. Guilt, regret, sorrow—they all crashed over him, relentless and unforgiving. He felt his heart crumble into pieces, the pain almost too much to bear. Tears streamed down his face as he stumbled into the bathroom, the cold, sterile environment doing nothing to soothe his torment.

He splashed water on his face, trying to wash away the tears, the shame, but it was no use. The image of Jimin, hurt and broken, flashed in his mind over and over again. Unable to contain the fury he felt towards himself, Jungkook lashed out, his fist connecting with the mirror. It shattered instantly, shards of glass scattering across the floor. Blood began to drip from his knuckles, but the pain was a welcome distraction from the agony in his heart.

Jungkook's POV

How could I not have believed him? Jimin, with his pure heart, could never kill an innocent person. I should have known better. I should have seen it in his eyes, the truth that he would never do such a thing. But instead, I lashed out at him, I hurt him in ways that can never be undone. And on his birthday... I didn't even wish him. His love for me was so pure, so selfless, and what did I do? I trampled all over it.

Jimin, who saved my life, who took the stab that was meant for me... How could I have compared him to Lisa, accused him of wanting my money, my power? I'm such a pathetic bastard. I fucked up... I really, really fucked up. I miss him—his cute giggles, his pouts, those eyes that no one could resist. I miss his scent, his hugs, his everything. I need him... his lips, his touch... I need him more than I've ever needed anyone. No matter what it takes, I will make it right. I will make him mine. Park Jimin, I will never give up on you.

**☆END OF CHAPTER☆**

why not I love both top jungkook and top jimin😏😍