Jungkook city

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*Taehyung pressed his eye to the viewfinder, capturing the moment Jungkook smashed his guitar against the drum kit. Not anger, but despair—that's what he was looking for.

That evening, over cognac in the musty dressing room, Taehyung didn't turn off the camera.

"Why are you putting up with this?" Jungkook asked, his usually sharp gaze now clouded. Taehyung moved closer, their knees almost touching.

"Because I believe you're not finished yet."

Next scene: an empty rehearsal room. Jungkook is alone, humming a snatch of a melody, his voice breaking. Taehyung sets the camera on a tripod and sits silently next to him, shoulder to shoulder. The warmth of Jungkook's body was palpable through the thin fabric of his T-shirt. "Sometimes, to pick up the pieces, you first have to acknowledge how deeply they've dug into your skin.* "

Taehyung showed up to the next meeting with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

"For courage," he chuckled as Jungkook opened the door to his rented apartment, littered with sheet music and empty cigarette packs. They talked about music, about betrayal, about the emptiness left by the other members' departure. And when Jungkook fell silent, dejected, Taehyung leaned forward, erased the camera from view, and gently ran his finger down Jungkook's cheek, wiping away a nonexistent tear.

• Taehyung... I need to talk to them... will you help me...