Tears, Jealousy & The First Real Fight
The moment you walked away from Taehyung after that almost-kiss,
your heart wouldn't stop trembling.
You locked yourself inside your room.
And finally…
finally, without holding anything…
You cried.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just soft, painful tears.
The kind that hurt quietly.
You pressed your palms against your eyes.
You (whispering):
"Why am I like this…? Why is he affecting me so much…?"
A soft knock came on the door.
You ignored it.
Then another knock.
A quiet voice.
Taehyung:
"…Dristy?"
You froze.
His tone wasn't angry.
It wasn't cold.
It was… scared.
Taehyung:
"I—I heard you crying."
A pause.
"Are you okay?"
Your heartbeat cracked.
You didn't want him to see you in this state.
Not when everything between you was so tangled.
You wiped your tears quickly.
You:
"I'm fine."
Taehyung:
"You don't sound fine."
You didn't respond.
After a few seconds, he sighed softly outside the door…
And walked away.
The sound of his retreating footsteps made you cry harder.
🌫️ Yoongi Arrives — And the Door Opens at the Worst Moment
Later that evening, you sat on the couch — exhausted from crying.
There was a sudden knock at the front door.
You opened it…
And Yoongi stood there.
Soft black beanie.
Oversized hoodie.
A gentle expression.
Yoongi:
"You disappeared from everywhere. Thought I'd check on you."
Your eyes softened.
He stepped inside carefully.
Yoongi:
"Kook told me about the scandal. And… he told me Taehyung saw it too."
You nodded, helpless.
Yoongi sat beside you.
Yoongi:
"I'm sorry. That kiss was just a stupid dare. I didn't know it would explode like this."
You (quietly):
"I know. It wasn't your fault."
Yoongi brushed your hair gently behind your ear — his usual friendly gesture.
Yoongi:
"Why do you look like you haven't slept in days?"
You gave a weak smile.
Before you could answer…
Your bedroom door opened.
And Taehyung stepped out.
He froze.
You froze.
Yoongi froze.
Taehyung's eyes went straight to Yoongi's hand near your face.
His jaw clenched so hard you could hear it.
The air…
just went DEAD.
Yoongi (standing instantly):
"Taehyung— this isn't what it looks like. I just came to check on her."
Taehyung did not look at Yoongi.
He looked at you.
A stare so sharp, so hurt, you felt it like glass scraping your skin.
Taehyung (voice dangerously calm):
"So you don't pick my calls."
A step closer.
"But you open doors for him?"
Your heart dropped.
You:
"Tae… don't say it like that—"
Taehyung:
"How should I say it then?"
Yoongi raised a hand.
Yoongi:
"Hey— don't talk to her like—"
Taehyung:
"This is between me and my wife."
His voice was firm.
Dead serious.
Yoongi went silent.
🌩️ The First Real Fight
Taehyung walked toward you — slow, controlled, burning.
His voice was low.
Taehyung: "Do you have any idea how it feels…
to see your wife kissing someone else repeatedly in the news?"
You swallowed.
You: "It was a dare, Taehyung. A stupid, harmless dare—"
Taehyung: "Nothing is harmless when the world is watching you."
His voice cracked.
"And watching me."
Your anger rose too.
You: "You're the one who avoided me for days! You didn't talk to me, didn't look at me— what was I supposed to think?"
Taehyung: "I avoided you because every time I got close to you, I felt things I shouldn't—"
He stopped.
Realising what he admitted.
You stared.
He sighed.
Taehyung:"You don't love me. I know that."
Soft.
"But I'm still your husband."
His voice broke slightly.
Taehyung: "Is it too much to ask for a little respect?"
Your chest ached.
You: "Taehyung… I would never disrespect you."
He took a step closer.
Taehyung: "But the world thinks you are. They think you're cheating on me. They think our marriage is breaking."
A painful pause.
"And the worst part?
I can't even defend you. Because you won't let me close."
Yoongi watched silently — knowing this wasn't his place anymore.
You whispered:
You: "I didn't know the scandal would hurt you this much."
Taehyung stared at you:
Taehyung: "It hurts because it's you."
A breath.
"It's always you."
Your pulse stopped.
Yoongi quietly stepped back: "I'll leave. You two… talk."
He gently squeezed your shoulder in support and walked out.
And now—
You and Taehyung stood alone.
For the first time…
Facing everything.
Every truth.
Every pain.
Every hidden feeling.
The Hug, The Night & The Visitor Who Breaks the Peace
The moment Yoongi left, the house fell into a strange, heavy silence.
Taehyung stood in the middle of the living room, hands still trembling from anger he didn't know how to hide.
You stood near the hallway, chest rising and falling too fast.
Your eyes met.
And something inside you broke.
You walked toward him slowly.
Taehyung took a small step back—
not out of rejection,
but out of fear that he might say something wrong again.
But you didn't stop.
You wrapped your arms around him.
A sudden, tight, unexpected hug.
Taehyung froze.
Completely.
His breath hitched against your shoulder.
Your voice was quiet, shaking.
You: "Please… don't think I'm ashamed of you.
Don't think I don't care.
Don't think you're alone in this."
Taehyung didn't move for a moment.
Just stood still, shocked.
Then slowly…
so slowly…
his hands came up and held you back.
One hand on your back.
One hand on the back of your head.
As if protecting you from the whole world.
His voice was barely a whisper.
Taehyung: "I didn't expect you to hug me first."
You squeezed him tighter.
You: "Because you wouldn't have let yourself hug me first."
He smiled… just a little.
A sad, tired smile.
He pulled away, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb.
Taehyung: "You cried a lot today."
You: "And whose fault is that?"
He nodded quietly.
Taehyung: "Mine."
You didn't deny it.
🌥️"I'll sleep on the couch."
After the emotional storm, you both sat on the couch without saying much.
You rested your head back, drained.
Taehyung saw it.
Taehyung: "Go to bed. I'll sleep here tonight."
You stared at him.
You: "Why?"
He looked away.
Taehyung: "Because if I sleep next to you right now…
I don't trust my feelings."
Those words hit deeper than any confession.
He placed a blanket on the couch and grabbed a pillow.
You went to your room, changed, and lay down.
But…
You kept tossing.
Turning.
Then the silence felt too loud.
The distance felt too big.
And the memory of his trembling voice wouldn't leave your mind.
You whispered into the darkness: "Why am I missing him already?"
After twenty minutes of fighting your own thoughts…
You quietly got up and opened your door.
The living room lights were off.
Taehyung lay on the couch, blanket half fallen, his arm resting over his chest.
He looked tired.
And lonely.
You walked slowly toward him.
He opened his eyes instantly.
Taehyung: "Y/n...?"
You sat on the floor beside him, hugging your knees.
You: "I couldn't sleep."
He slowly lifted the blanket.
A silent invitation.
You hesitated…
but the warmth of the moment pulled you in.
You lay down beside the couch, using his blanket.
Your head near his arm.
Both of you staring at the ceiling.
No words.
Just… breathing the same air.
For the first time in days…
you felt safe again.
Taehyung turned his head slightly toward you.
Taehyung: "Thank you."
You: "For what?"
Taehyung: "For choosing to be near me.
Even when it's messy."
His hand rested on the edge of the couch— close to your hair.
Not touching.
But close enough that you felt it.
And you fell asleep first.
Taehyung stayed awake for a long time, watching your soft breathing…
like it was the only calm thing in his life.
🌧️ Jungkook Arrives — And the Peace Breaks Instantly
The next morning, sunlight slipped into the living room.
You were still half-asleep when you heard someone unlock the door with a passcode.
Only one person besides you and Tae had that access.
Jungkook.
He walked in holding iced americanos, humming a song—
Until he saw you.
On the floor.
Right beside Taehyung.
Wrapped in the same blanket.
His jaw dropped.
Jungkook: "HYUNG—!? Y/N—!? WHAT—!? SINCE WHEN—!? HOW—!?"
Taehyung slowly blinked awake, shocked to see Jungkook standing there.
Taehyung (deadpan): "…Why are you screaming?"
Jungkook: "BECAUSE— LOOK AT THIS SCENE???"
You sat up, cheeks burning.
You: "Kook—it's not what you think—"
Jungkook: "Then tell me what I should think??
You two fight, you cry, scandals everywhere—
and now you're… sleeping together??
BRO??"
Taehyung rubbed his temple.
Taehyung: "Jungkook… calm down."
Jungkook: "I am calm!! This is calm!!!"
He wasn't.
He walked toward you, crouched down beside you.
Jungkook: "Are you okay? Did hyung say something? Did he do something? Are you uncomfortable? Tell me."
Taehyung tensed instantly.
Taehyung: "Kook. She's my wife. I would never—"
Jungkook: "Yeah but she's my friend. And right now, I'm not sure what's happening."
You held Jungkook's wrist gently.
You: "I'm okay. Really."
Jungkook softened…
But then he turned to Taehyung again.
Jungkook: "Hyung… if you hurt her again—"
Taehyung's tone dropped.
Cold.
Sharp.
Taehyung: "Don't finish that sentence, Jungkook."
The tension exploded.
Two men who loved you in different ways—
one as a husband,
one as a friend—
both staring at each other like rivals for the first time.
You quickly stood between them.
You: "Please. Both of you. Stop."
Jungkook looked at you— worried.
Taehyung looked at you— possessive, hurt, confused.
The peace of last night shattered instantly.
The next morning after the heated truth–dare night where you kissed Yoongi, Tae got jealous, JK was confused, and Jin was silently observing you.