Jungkook the driver

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

A white limousine pulled up at the hotel entrance. A rehearsal was underway. Taehyung stood in a white suit, adjusting his boutonniere and smiling so carefree, he didn't notice his groom whispering to the best man in the shadows.

Jungkook the driver saw it. He saw strange hands on the waist of the man who was to become Taehyung's husband. He heard snatches of conversation as he served champagne to the guests. "He doesn't even know..." someone from the groom's entourage whispered.

When everyone had dispersed to their break rooms, Jungkook took action. He pulled Taehyung aside under the pretext of "checking the route." Turning the corner, he abruptly turned him around.

"Don't put that ring on," a storm raged in Jungkook's chest, but his hands remained steady. "He betrayed you. I heard their conversation. Your wedding is a farce."

Taehyung turned pale, but a spark of stubbornness flashed in his gaze.

• You're lying.

"Then ask him yourself. Right now. Or get in the car and let me take you away from here before you make the biggest mistake of your life."

Jungkook squeezed Taehyung's wrist, his gesture not rude, but pleading. Taehyung glanced at his polished shoes, then at the door where his groom's laughter could be heard, and made his decision. He plucked the white rose from his buttonhole and tossed it onto the marble floor.

“Faster,” Jungkook commanded as he led Taehyung up the stairs at a run.