Chapter 13
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The kiss lingered in the air like a ghost, haunting them as Jungkook and Jimin stood frozen, their breaths mingling in the cool night.

The world around them seemed to dim, leaving only the quiet hum of distant cars and the faint rustle of leaves.

And then came the sound that shattered everything—the sharp, deliberate click of heels against the pavement.

Jimin’s head snapped toward the noise, his heart sinking as Mrs. Park stepped into view.

She stood beneath the dim glow of the streetlamp, her polished exterior only accentuating the fury simmering beneath.

Her designer bag hung limply in her hand, her perfectly styled hair framing a face taut with anger and something dangerously close to despair.

Her gaze burned as it locked onto Jungkook. “What,” she hissed, her voice trembling with restrained fury, “the hell is going on here?”

Jimin felt his stomach drop, his pulse hammering in his ears. “Mom?” he choked out, his voice barely audible.

But Mrs. Park ignored him entirely. Her eyes were fixed on Jungkook, her anger flaring like a live wire.

She took a step closer, her heels clicking like gunshots on the pavement. “What happened, Jungkook?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, the faintest flicker of unease flashing across his face.

“Haejin,” he began, his voice measured but cold, “I’ve told you to stop interfering in my business—and stop touching me without my consent.”

He pushed her hand away sharply as she reached for him.

Her lips parted in shock, but her expression twisted quickly into rage. “This is your fault!” she snapped, her voice rising. Her hand shot out to point at Jimin, venom dripping from every word.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing kissing my boyfriend?”

Jimin blinked, his mind spinning in confusion. Her boyfriend? That’s what she was angry about? That’s what mattered to her?

“What is wrong with you?” she spat, turning fully to Jimin. Her manicured nails curled into fists at her sides.

“Do you think this is some kind of game? Are you so desperate for attention that you’d throw yourself at the only man who’s ever cared about me?!”

“Wait, what—” Jimin stammered, his voice shaking.

“You disgust me,” she interrupted, her voice cracking with bitterness. “You don’t understand what it’s like—to be ignored, forgotten.

To go through years of marriage where your husband can’t even look at you anymore because all he sees is a mother, not a woman!”

“Mom, stop,” Jimin said, his voice faltering, his chest tightening painfully.

“No!” she snapped, stepping closer to him, her face twisted in fury. “Do you have any idea what that does to someone? To feel invisible? To lose every part of yourself because no one cares who you are, only what you can give?”

Her gaze swung back to Jungkook, and the fury dissolved into something pitifully raw.

Her lips trembled as she reached for him again. “And then, finally, I find someone who makes me feel alive again. Someone who sees me.

And you…” Her voice cracked as she pointed back at Jimin. “You take that away from me too.”

Jimin’s chest ached under the weight of her words. “I didn’t—”

“You didn’t what?” she hissed, cutting him off. “Didn’t think? Didn’t care? Or are you just so used to ruining everything you touch that you don’t even notice anymore?”

“That’s enough,” Jungkook said, his voice slicing through the air like a blade.

Mrs. Park flinched, her anger faltering. She turned to him, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered, her tone instantly softening. “I didn’t mean to raise my voice.”

“Make sure you don’t do it again,” Jungkook replied coldly, stepping closer. His shadow loomed over her, his tone sharp enough to cut.

“And stop acting like a spoiled child throwing tantrums. Don’t forget who you’re talking to, Haejin.”

Her lips quivered, her carefully constructed facade cracking. Then she lowered her gaze, her voice trembling with submission.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll do better. I promise. But I thought you loved me. You…you told me you did. You touched me like you did.”

Jungkook’s face hardened, his tone devoid of any warmth. “Did you actually believe this—” He gestured between them. “—was going to work? Stop lying to yourself, Haejin.”

Her knees buckled slightly, and she whimpered, her gaze dropping to the ground. “Jungkook…” she whispered, her voice a broken plea.

“You don’t mean this,” she said, looking up at him with tears streaming down her cheeks. “I know you don’t. I know you care about me—about us.”

Jungkook pulled back, his voice colder than ever. “You don’t know anything.”

Her hand fell limply to her side, and for a moment, she looked utterly defeated.

Then her gaze darted to Jimin, and the venom returned like a flash of lightning.

“This is your fault,” she spat. “You ruin everything you touch. I hope you’re happy, Jimin. I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

“Stop,” Jimin whispered, his voice breaking. He couldn’t take it—the hatred, the blame, the suffocating weight of her words. “Just stop.”

But she didn’t. “You’re just like your father,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt. “Weak. Pathetic. A disappointment.”

Jungkook stepped in front of Jimin, shielding him from her wrath. His voice was low and firm, leaving no room for argument. “Enough.”

Mrs. Park stared up at him, momentarily stunned. “You said you loved me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“I never did,” Jungkook replied flatly. “So stop pretending like I stole something from you.”

Her face crumpled, and with one last choked sob, she turned on her heel and stormed off, her heels clicking like a death knell against the pavement.

The silence she left behind was deafening.

Jimin took a step toward her retreating figure, his heart twisting painfully. He needed answers—something, anything to make sense of this.

But before he could move, Jungkook’s hand gripped his wrist, pulling him back.

“She’s not worth it,” Jungkook said, his voice low.

Jimin spun around, his face red with anger. “Stop touching me without my consent!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty park.

He shoved Jungkook backward, his chest heaving. “Why do you keep ruining everything? Why? Why?”

Jungkook’s expression didn’t waver, but his silence only fanned the flames of Jimin’s rage.

“I hate you,” Jimin said, his voice trembling with fury. He shoved Jungkook again, his eyes burning with tears.

“I hate you with every cell in my body.”

And before Jungkook could respond, Jimin turned and stormed off into the night, leaving Jungkook standing alone beneath the streetlamp’s cold light.

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It's about to get fucking messy but how are we feeling? Bet you didn't see that coming ? Lol votess jammiess we are so close to 1k >_<
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