(walking closer, his voice dropping) I don’t do pity, Jungkook. I do choices. And right now, you don’t have many.
The words struck something in Jungkook’s chest. He didn’t believe him—not yet.
But in that moment, Taehyung looked like the only shield against the vultures around him.
Jungkook
(coldly, voice shaking) You can’t be serious.
Taehyung
(smirking faintly, leaning closer) Dead serious. Unless you’d prefer her (glances at Jungkook’s aunt, whose daughter was now fluttering her lashes eagerly) as your wife?
Jungkook
(snorts, bitterness dripping) I’d rather rot alone.
Taehyung
Then you’ll take me. Simple.
Taehyung
😏
Seeing unsure expression of Jungkook. Taehyung leaned down, his tone lower, meant for Jungkook alone.
Taehyung
(firm, almost a whisper) You want to humiliate her? Marry me. She’ll choke on her regret. They all will.
Something dangerous flickered in Jungkook’s eyes. For the first time since his accident, he felt a surge of fire—spite, anger, survival.
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