Bullet's of Devotion Ashes Between Us

Ashes Between Us

The world had grown quieter since Jungkook's last breath.

No bullets sang. No footsteps echoed. Even the city, which once trembled beneath Taehyung's name, seemed to hold its breath—as if mourning with him. But it wasn't grief that shadowed his expression now.

It was silence. And silence was the cruelest punishment of all.

Taehyung stood alone in the crimson-lit corridor of his penthouse. Jungkook’s blood had been scrubbed from the floor days ago, but Taehyung still saw it—dark, thick, accusing. Every inch of that space screamed you killed him.

A glass of whiskey dangled loosely from his fingers, untouched. He hadn’t slept. Hadn’t spoken. Not since the shot. Not since Jungkook’s body hit the marble floor with a sound that played on loop in his skull.

Jeon Jungkook

Don’t make me choose.

Jungkook's last words. Half a whisper. Half a plea. Taehyung had chosen anyway.

And now there was no one left to forgive him.

FLASHBACK – 6 MONTHS EARLIER

Rain. Heavy. Unrelenting.

Jungkook had been leaning against Taehyung’s car, wet hair plastered to his face, smirking like the devil had taught him how to love.

Jeon Jungkook

You're late, Tae..

He said, flicking his lighter open with practiced ease.

Jeon Jungkook

And you know how much I hate waiting.

Taehyung had smiled then—truly smiled. The kind he only wore for Jungkook.

Kim Taehyung

You Love it. Gives you time to think about how you’ll punish me.

Jungkook took a drag, the glow from his cigarette flickering between them.

Jeon Jungkook

You’re lucky I love you more than I hate your power plays.

And Taehyung, cocky and invincible, had leaned in, brushing a kiss against his lips.

Kim Taehyung

You won’t always.

PRESENT

Taehyung's grip tightened on the glass until it shattered in his hand, shards cutting into his skin like Jungkook’s absence. Blood welled up. He didn't flinch.

A knock echoed from the hall.

He didn’t move. Not until a familiar voice murmured softly behind him.