Chapter 12: The Unspoken Words
The studio was tense, the sound of heavy breathing filling the room. The last beat of the track faded, yet no one moved.
J-hope
Again. We need this routine sharp for the audition.
The music restarted, and the members resumed their positions. Taehyung spun into place, his steps force yet calculated. Jungkook matched the pace beside him, his movements crisp and precise. Their proximity seemed to amplify the tension — the unspoken hostility radiating between them like static.
Then it happened. Taehyung stepped too close, his arm accidentally brushing Jungkook’s shoulder. It was minor, barely noticeable — but Jungkook's patience snapped.
He shoves Taehyung back with his arm.
Kim Taehyung
(shoving him back harder) What the hell is your problem?
Jeon Jungkook
You. You’re the problem. You’re sloppy and careless, and you never take this seriously.
Kim Taehyung
(voice rising) I’m busting my ass just like everyone else.
Jeon Jungkook
No, you’re not! You’re too busy trying to act cool like you’re some star.
Kim Taehyung
(bitterly) And you’re too busy acting like you run everything. No one asked you to play leader.
Jeon Jungkook
Someone has to pick up the slack... since you’re too busy being lazy.
Kim Taehyung
(voice cracking) Lazy?! You’re just pissed that I don’t follow you around like a lost puppy anymore.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m pissed... because you gave up. On this... on us.
The room is dead silent. Taehyung’s chest heaves.
Kim Taehyung
Don’t pretend this is about anything else. You’ve been holding a grudge since high school.
J-hope
(angrily) Both of you! Outside! Now!
They storm out, slamming the door behind them. The hallway is colder, quieter — but no less tense.
Jeon Jungkook
(muttering) I don’t get you. We used to be... (pauses, fists clenching) Forget it.
Kim Taehyung
(grabbing his arm) Don’t walk away.
Jungkook spins sharply, and before either of them can stop themselves, Taehyung shoves him — pinning him against the wall.
Kim Taehyung
(low growl) You always have to push me.
Jeon Jungkook
(gritting teeth) Because you never listen.
His eyes flicker between Taehyung’s eyes and his lips. The tension crackles dangerously — more than anger, something deeper, something neither of them dares admit.
Kim Taehyung
(barely a whisper) I hate you.
His grip doesn’t loosen. His hand clenches Jungkook’s shirt tightly as if anchoring himself.
Jeon Jungkook
(hissing) Liar. You wouldn’t be this pissed if you didn’t...
Taehyung pushes harder, breath hitching.
For a second, Jungkook’s eyes flicker closed. Taehyung’s fingers twitch — before he lets go and turns away abruptly. His face unreadable.
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