JungKooķ

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Rain pounded the glass of the coffee shop, turning the city lights into blurry neon spots. Taehyung sat across from Jungkook, wrapped in a voluminous cardigan. Three months had passed since they'd signed the final divorce papers, and this meeting was supposed to mark the end, a polite farewell. But the air between them was electric and heavy, as if a real catastrophe were about to happen.

Jungkook looked haggard; his shoulders seemed unnaturally heavy beneath his black coat, and his gaze, usually resolute and direct, now darted across the table, unable to meet Taehyung's. The silence dragged on, becoming physically unbearable. When Jungkook finally spoke, his voice was barely audible, a broken whisper. Confessions fell between them like shards of dirty glass: fictitious business trips, deleted messages, and chance encounters in hotels. Taehyung listened, feeling everything inside him burn to ashes. Every detail of the numerous betrayals that had occurred over the years behind his back completely erased the image of the happy life he had believed in.

“I cheated so often and so routinely that at some point I stopped feeling guilty, and that’s when I realized our marriage had died long before we signed the papers.