Silent Conversations
The morning sun peeked through the large windows of Sehun's mansion, casting a golden glow over the polished floors
But for Taehyung, the brightness felt suffocating, too blinding
He stood in the kitchen, adjusting his sleeves, his fingers instinctively brushing over the burn mark from last night
He had covered it well, but the pain lingered, just like the fear buried deep inside him
Today, he had to prepare himself. Physically and mentally
He wasn't ready to face them again, his past, his old friends... him. Jungkook
The mere thought of meeting Jungkook again made his heart twist painfully
He had spent two years convincing himself that his feelings didn't matter, that he had to accept his reality
But last night's encounter shattered everything
Jungkook's eyes, the way they softened when they met his, the pain hidden behind them... It was too much
Just then, the heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen pulled him out of his thoughts
He straightened immediately, forcing his expression into an unreadable mask
SEHUN
(standing at the doorway, scanning Taehyung from head to toe, smirking slightly)
SEHUN
Hmm. You finally learned to dress properly
Taehyung didn't respond, just bowed his head slightly
He had worn a clean, soft beige sweater that covered most of his injuries, paired with simple black trousers
He looked neat, just as Sehun liked
As long as he followed the rules, things wouldn't get worse
SEHUN
(stepping inside, crossing his arms)
SEHUN
So? What's for breakfast?
TAEHYUNG
(quietly, keeping his voice steady)
TAEHYUNG
Castella. And coffee
SEHUN
(nodded, seemingly pleased)
SEHUN
(walked further inside, standing just behind Taehyung)
The omega felt his presence looming, the suffocating dominance pressing against his back
SEHUN
(lowering his voice, but firm)
SEHUN
Good. But listen carefully, Taehyung
(Taehyung swallowed, his body stiffening.)
SEHUN
(leaning in slightly, whispering coldly)
SEHUN
Today, we maintain a good image.
SEHUN
No unnecessary eye contact with anyone.
(Taehyung's fingers clenched around the edge of the counter, his nails digging into the wood.)
SEHUN
(tilting his head, watching Taehyung closely)
SEHUN
I spared you yesterday, but don't expect me to be nice again
SEHUN
If you embarrass me in front of them... you know the consequences
TAEHYUNG
(slowly nodded, not trusting his voice.)
SEHUN
(mockingly, patting Taehyung's shoulder) That's a good boy
(With one last smirk, he turned and exited the kitchen, leaving Taehyung standing there, his chest rising and falling unevenly
His hands trembled slightly as he placed the last plate onto the tray
He exhaled deeply, forcing the fear down, pushing the emotions aside
Today, he had to act like none of it mattered. Like none of them mattered
Even if, deep down, it was tearing him apart
The tension in the living room was thick, yet everyone carried on as if nothing had happened the day before
The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm castella filled the air
But Jungkook could barely focus on anything other than the fact that
Taehyung was somewhere close, just behind those kitchen doors
The moment Sehun greeted them with his usual fake politeness, Jungkook clenched his jaw
It made him sick how well Sehun could play this act in front of others, pretending to be the perfect husband. But Jungkook wasn't fooled
He knew the monster behind the mask
Everyone took their seats, engaging in light conversation, but Jungkook remained quiet, his fingers tapping impatiently against the table.
He was waiting. And then—
SEHUN
(glancing towards the kitchen, his voice dripping with false sweetness)
SEHUN
Taehyung, bring the breakfast now
The moment Jungkook had been waiting for
His back straightened, his fingers stopped tapping, and his eyes focused on the entrance to the kitchen
A few seconds later, Taehyung appeared, carrying the tray carefully, his posture stiff
But this time, he didn't look at anyone
He kept his head down, focused on his task, moving efficiently as he placed the plates and coffee in front of each guest
Jungkook's hands balled into fists. It was frustrating.
Yesterday, Taehyung had been nervous, his hands trembling when he spilled the tea
But today, he was cold, distant, like a lifeless doll trained to obey
He wasn't even acknowledging Jungkook's presence.
And that hurt more than anything
Taehyung placed Jungkook's plate in front of him, not sparing a single glance, before moving on to the next
JUNGKOOK
(chest tightened)
(As soon as he was done, Sehun smiled at Taehyung sickeningly sweet)
SEHUN
(softly, but loud enough for everyone to hear)
SEHUN
Thank you, my love. You did well today
Jungkook gritted his teeth. His stomach churned in disgust
Taehyung, with a forced, almost painful smile, nodded
Briefly before excusing himself and disappearing back into the kitchen.
He knew that smile, it wasn't real
It was the same fake smile Taehyung used when he was forced to endure something he hated
Silence fell for a moment
Jungkook exhaled sharply before picking up a fork and taking a bite of the castella
The second the soft cake melted on his tongue, something flickered in his eyes
JUNGKOOK
(to himself, a small smile forming) Still the same...
He didn't need to guess. This wasn't a coincidence
Castella had always been his favourite
Even after two years, even in a house that wasn't his own, Taehyung still made Jungkook's favorite cake
It wasn't much, but it was enough to make Jungkook's resolve even stronger
JIMIN
(leaning closer, whispering sharply)
JIMIN
Are you seriously just sitting there enjoying cake right now?
Jungkook glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.
Jimin looked furious, arms crossed tightly, eyes glaring like daggers
JIMIN
(hissing under his breath)
JIMIN
Taehyung is right there, and instead of talking to him, you're busy eating?!
HYUNJIN
(calmly placing a hand on Jimin's arm, whispering back)
HYUNJIN
Relax, Jimin. I'm sure Jungkook has a plan
Jungkook smirked slightly, nodding in agreement
He did have a plan. Rushing things wouldn't help Taehyung
He needed to be careful, strategic. He couldn't afford to mess up
JIMIN
(rolling his eyes, leaning back into the couch, grumbling)
JIMIN
I swear, if you screw this up—
Before Jimin could finish, Sehun's voice cut through the air
SEHUN
(suddenly, his gaze landing on Jimin, scanning him from head to toe, his tone dripping with curiosity)
SEHUN
You seem annoyed, Jimin. Something wrong?
Jimin stiffened, but years of experience had taught him how to hide his emotions quickly.
He turned to Sehun with a practiced, fake smile.
JIMIN
(sweetly, but with underlying sarcasm)
JIMIN
Oh no, not at all Just deep in thought.
Sehun tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly before he let out a small chuckle
SEHUN
(smoothly, almost flirtatious)
SEHUN
Well, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask me
SEHUN
I'd be happy to help
Jungkook's grip on his fork tightened
He didn't like the way Sehun was looking at Jimin. But before he could react—
YOONGI
(his voice turning cold, sending a sharp glare at Sehun)
YOONGI
You don't need to worry about Jimin. I'm here for him
YOONGI
(Pause.) Now, let's focus on work, shall we?
The entire room fell into an awkward silence
Sehun blinked, clearly caught off guard by Yoongis sudden change in tone
The others were trying to hold back their laughter, eyes darting between Yoongi and Jimin
Jimin, meanwhile, was frozen
His cheeks tinted pink as he turned to look at Yoongi, who remained unbothered, casually sipping his coffee like he hadn't just indirectly threatened Sehun
SEHUN
(clearing his throat, forcing a small smile, obviously uncomfortable)
SEHUN
Uh... yes, Of course. Let's get back to business.
Namjoon exchanged a glance with Hoseok, shaking his head in amusement
Jin covered his mouth, trying not to laugh
Hyunjin looked thoroughly entertained
And Jungkook? He was only thinking about one thing-getting Taehyung out of this place. For good
Author
I apologise for the delay of episodes, i’m going through something currently, but i will surely try to update atleast 1 chapter per day
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2025-03-13
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