Rewrite My Fate Betrayal in Silence

The door to Jungkook’s art room creaked open, releasing a heavy sigh as he rolled out into the dimly lit hallway. The air was thick with the scent of paint and turpentine, remnants of his solitary hours spent pouring his heart into his canvases. Each stroke of the brush had been a new feeling, a way to channel the pain and despair that often gripped him

His art was beautiful yet haunting—colors swirling together in chaotic harmony, reflecting the turmoil that raged within him. Each painting told a story of loss, longing, and unfulfilled dreams, mirroring the life he now led in a wheelchair, the world he once knew slipping further away with every passing day.

Jungkook glanced back at the room he had retreated to, where he could hide from the world outside. The paintings adorned the walls like silent witnesses to his suffering, their expressions echoing the emotions he struggled to convey.

Jeon jungkook (True blood alpha)

(How did it come to this?)

He had once dreamed of becoming a celebrated artist, but that dream faded along with his ability to walk. Now, he was just a shadow of his former self, a burden to those around him. The constant reminders of his paralysis haunted him, like whispers echoing through the halls of his mind.

As he maneuvered his wheelchair down the hallway, he could hear the faint sounds of laughter from the living room, where his father and stepmother entertained guests. He felt the familiar pang of jealousy—how easily they seemed to forget him.

Jeon jungkook (True blood alpha)

(Am I just ghost in this house?)

Jeon jungkook (True blood alpha)

With every turn of the wheels, the weight of his reality pressed down harder. He had become accustomed to the cold looks of pity and the hushed conversations that followed him.

Jeon jungkook (True blood alpha)

(They don't see me.They only see what I can't do.)

The laughter faded as he approached the staircase leading to the upper floor. It was a place he rarely ventured, a constant reminder of his limitations. The stairs seemed insurmountable, each step an embodiment of the freedom he had lost.

But then he heard it—a familiar voice, one that sent a flicker of warmth through his heart.

Jeon Jimin (Elite alpha)

Kook!

Park Jimin appeared at the top of the stairs, his bright smile a beacon of light in Jungkook’s shadowy world.

Jeon Jimin (Elite alpha)

What are you doing? Come join us.

Jungkook managed a weak smile, but it felt heavy on his lips. Why does he care? Jimin had always been his anchor, the one who made him feel seen amidst the darkness. But as the memories of their shared laughter faded, doubt crept in.

Jimin descended the stairs, his steps confident and carefree. Jungkook wished he could push aside the gnawing jealousy that had plagued him since his accident. Why does he get to live his life while I’m stuck here?

Jeon Jimin (Elite alpha)

Are you coming?

Jimin’s voice broke through his thoughts, concern etched in his features.

Jeon jungkook (True blood alpha)

Yeah....just give me a moment. *forcing the words out*

He turned back toward his art room, glancing over his shoulder to see Jimin waiting, his expression a mix of patience and worry. Why can’t I be happy for him?

As he wheeled himself back toward the living room, a wave of dread washed over him. The warmth that Jimin brought was often overshadowed by the nagging feeling of inadequacy. He knew Jimin cared, but did he truly understand what it felt like to be trapped in this body, to watch life unfold just out of reach?

Suddenly, a surge of frustration boiled within him.

Jeon jungkook (True blood alpha)

Jimin! *sharply*

But before he could voice the insecurities that tangled his heart, the atmosphere shifted. A strange tension hung in the air as he caught sight of Jimin standing at the top of the stairs, his back turned to Jungkook

Jeon jungkook (True blood alpha)

Jimin,wait----

The moment stretched as Jungkook’s heart raced, an instinctual warning flaring in his mind. Something wasn’t right. The laughter from the living room faded, replaced by a suffocating silence

Then, in an instant, he felt it—a shove from behind.

His body pitched forward, and all he could do was brace for impact. The world spun out of control as he fell, his heart pounding in his chest

Jeon jungkook (True blood alpha)

(Jimin....)

In that fleeting moment, Jungkook’s gaze flicked upward to find Jimin standing above him, motionless. A cold dread seeped into his veins as their eyes met.

Jeon jungkook (True blood alpha)

(Why?)

But the question hung unspoken in the air as darkness swallowed him whole, the last thing he saw was Jimin’s face, a mask of confusion and something darker—betrayal?

Jungkook’s world collapsed into silence as his body lay still, the cruel irony of his life echoing in the void.