(snapping, stepping forward) This is nonsense! Taehyung, do you even realize what you’re saying? You can’t replace your sister like some pawn in a game—
Taehyung
(sharply, voice firm) Replace? No. I’m saving him from vultures like you.
Gasps again. Jungkook’s aunt’s face twisted in fury, though she masked it quickly with a strained smile.
Jungkook's aunt
(icy) Taehyung, you should leave before you embarrass yourself further. This matter does not concern you.
Taehyung
(low chuckle, mocking) It does now. My sister disgraced him, disgraced both families.
Taehyung
Someone has to clean up her mess. And clearly, I’m the only one with enough spine to do it.
Jungkook’s chest tightened. Anger, humiliation, confusion—all tangled inside him. He couldn’t decide if Taehyung was serious or simply mocking him further.
Jungkook
(snapping, voice rough) Do you think I need your pity?
Taehyung
(walking closer, his voice dropping) I don’t do pity, Jungkook. I do choices. And right now, you don’t have many.
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