✅(JINKOOK+TAEJIN)❤️ 2nd Book(completed)

with lie💔(jinkook)-1

The silence in the practice room was a heavy blanket, suffocating Jin. The usual playful banter, the encouraging words, the shared laughter – all gone. Replaced by a cold, polite distance that cut deeper than any sharp word. He fumbled with the dance steps, his movements clumsy and out of sync. Usually, Hobi would be there, patiently guiding him, his bright energy infectious. Now, J-Hope just offered a curt, "Hyung, try to follow the rhythm," before turning his attention to the others.
During songwriting sessions, the usual collaborative spirit was absent. Namjoon and Suga would huddle together, their heads bent over notebooks, exchanging ideas in low voices. If Jin offered a suggestion, it was met with a polite nod and a quick dismissal. The sting of being excluded from something he loved, something that bound them together, was a constant ache. The upcoming concert loomed, a stark reminder of his isolation. He was the only one without a solo stage, a glaring omission that echoed the distance growing between him and his bandmates.
Meal times were the loneliest. The long dining table, once filled with boisterous conversations and the aroma of Jin's cooking, now felt vast and empty. The others would gather, their voices a muffled hum from the other end, their laughter a distant echo. No one called him. No extra plate was set. He found himself standing in the kitchen, the familiar comfort of cooking now tinged with a bitter solitude as he prepared his own meals.
He watched them interact, the easy camaraderie between Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung a painful reminder of what he had lost. The playful nudges, the inside jokes, the shared smiles – he was no longer a part of their world. He had tried to apologize, his voice thick with regret, the words stumbling out in a desperate plea for forgiveness. But their eyes remained cold, their expressions unyielding. "Hyung, you lied to us," Jungkook had said, his voice flat, devoid of the usual warmth. "You tried to manipulate our feelings."
Didn't they understand? Couldn't they see the depth of his affection for Jungkook? It was a foolish, desperate act, born out of a yearning for connection, a desire to be seen, to be chosen. He had convinced himself that if he could just get Jungkook's attention, if he could just be special to him, then maybe… maybe something real could blossom. He knew it was wrong, terribly wrong, but the desperation had clouded his judgment.
He remembered the day he’d fabricated the X-ray report, his hands shaking as he’d altered the images on his computer. The initial shock and confusion on Jungkook and Jimin’s faces, followed by the hesitant acceptance from the other members, fueled by a misguided sense of brotherhood. He had reveled in the fleeting attention, the brief moments where Jungkook had looked at him with a flicker of something akin to curiosity.
But Jimin’s suspicion had been his undoing. The second X-ray, the stark white image revealing no soulmate mark, had shattered his carefully constructed lie. The disappointment in their eyes had been a physical blow, the subsequent silence a suffocating weight.
Now, as he sat alone in his room, the sounds of their laughter drifting faintly from downstairs, Jin felt a profound sense of despair wash over him. He had always been the glue, the one who brought them together, the shoulder to cry on, the one who filled their stomachs and their hearts. He had poured his love and care into each of them, never expecting anything in return but their happiness.
He had cooked countless meals, stayed up late listening to their worries, offered unwavering support through their triumphs and failures. And now, it seemed all those years of love and devotion meant nothing in the face of his one, colossal mistake. People, he realized with a bitter taste in his mouth, could indeed forget everything. The warmth he had so freely given had seemingly evaporated, leaving him out in the cold.
He looked at his reflection in the darkened window, a lonely figure staring back. The love he felt for Jungkook was still there, a persistent ache in his chest, but it was now intertwined with a crushing regret. He had tried to force something that wasn't real, and in doing so, he had lost the real connections he had painstakingly built over years. The price of his lie was a solitude he had never imagined, a silence that screamed louder than any accusation. And in the quiet darkness, Jin wondered if he would ever find his way back to their hearts.