The rooftop door slammed shut.
Taehyung stood still, fingers clenched at his sides, heart pounding so violently it echoed in his ears. The night wind stung, but not more than the words Jungkook had whispered:
"You’ll hate me, hurt me, scream at me. But one day… you’ll break."
His voice wouldn’t leave Taehyung’s head. Low, calm, confident. The kind of voice that knew it had already won—even when it hadn’t.
But Taehyung wasn’t the boy from eight years ago anymore. He wasn’t fragile. He didn’t bleed easily.
At least, not where anyone could see.
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Three Days Later — Kim Empire, Executive Floor
Jungkook was everywhere.
His face in the headlines.
His name in the meeting agendas.
His scent in the elevator.
Taehyung walked into the boardroom like a phantom—shoulders high, black suit flawless, expression unreadable. The glass table was already surrounded by executives whispering about the Jeon heir’s “unexpected appearance.”
Unexpected?
No. This was war. And Jungkook was exactly where he wanted to be.
Taehyung took his seat at the head of the table.
Just then, the doors opened—and silence fell.
Jeon Jungkook walked in.
He wore all black. His shirt unbuttoned at the collar, silver ring glinting on his finger. Not a boy. Not even a man.
A weapon.
"Nice of you to show up, Mr. Jeon," Taehyung said, voice smooth like poison in honey.
"You were late."
Jungkook’s smile was slow and sharp.
"I thought it’d be polite to give you three extra days to emotionally prepare."
A few gasps echoed. Even Hoseok stiffened behind Taehyung.
Taehyung’s lips curved—not into a smile, but into a warning.
"And yet, I’m still not impressed."
Jungkook sat directly across from him, elbows resting casually on the glass.
"You will be."
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Later — Taehyung’s Private Office
"You should’ve banned him from stepping inside the building," Hoseok muttered. "Why are you letting him play games in your arena?"
"Because he’s not playing games," Taehyung said. He poured himself a drink, didn’t sip it.
"He’s picking a fight. I’m simply deciding when to punch back."
Hoseok hesitated. "You’re shaking again."
Taehyung looked down at his hand.
Just slightly. Barely noticeable.
But still there.
"I hate him, Hobi," Taehyung whispered. "I hate him more than I hate anything in this world."
"Are you sure that’s all it is?"
Silence.
The glass cracked in Taehyung’s hand.
Flashback – Age 18
“You don’t understand, Jungkook,” Taehyung had pleaded, voice breaking. “If you say anything, if you go through with this—my whole family—”
"You think I care?" Jungkook had spat, eyes dark with rage. "You're not special, Kim Taehyung. You're just scared."
He had turned his back.
That was the last day Taehyung ever begged for anything.
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Flashback – Age 18
“You don’t understand, Jungkook,” Taehyung had pleaded, voice breaking. “If you say anything, if you go through with this—my whole family—”
"You think I care?" Jungkook had spat, eyes dark with rage. "You're not special, Kim Taehyung. You're just scared."
He had turned his back.
That was the last day Taehyung ever begged for anything.
....
Night — Parking Basement
Taehyung didn’t expect to see Jungkook waiting by his car.
“Security will escort you out if you’re stalking,” Taehyung said without slowing down.
“Good,” Jungkook replied. “Let them watch.”
Taehyung stopped.
Jungkook stepped closer. “I missed the way you hate me. It’s personal. Intimate.”
“I don’t do intimacy.”
“No,” Jungkook said, voice soft. “You do damage. You wear it like a designer suit.”
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want from me, Jungkook?”
Jungkook tilted his head, dark hair falling into his eyes.
“You.”
Taehyung’s jaw clenched. "You're pathetic."
“And yet, your voice is shaking.”
It was.
Not because he was scared.
Because a part of him remembered the boy who once looked at him like he was worth something.
And a darker part of him wanted to know what it would feel like to destroy that boy all over again.
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Later That Night — Taehyung’s Apartment
The rain returned.
Taehyung stood by his massive window, city lights blinking in the distance like stars dying.
He was drenched in power, money, loneliness.
And now... obsession.
His phone buzzed.
Unknown Number:
Jk: You’re not the only one who can destroy, hyung.
Sleep tight. I’ll see you in your dreams.
He stared at the message.
No name. But he didn’t need one.
He could feel Jungkook.
Even from a message.
Even from a memory...
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