Jungkook and the game

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Two glasses faced each other. One held a tart Château Margaux '86, the other the same noble liquid, but laced with a drop of cyanide.

Jungkook took his glass first. Not to drink, but to stake his claim, to make a choice. He pushed the second glass toward Taehyung, closing the distance between them to a single sip.

Taehyung's lips quirked up, running his finger along the stem of his glass. The gesture held only a thousand nights spent together, shared secrets, devotion, and now—betrayal.

"We could have shared power," he said thoughtfully. "You always wanted everything for yourself. Even in love, you couldn't share."

Jungkook caught his breath. He raised his glass, looking through the ruby ​​glass at the face of the man he had once trusted more than life itself. And still does.

Taehyung covered his hand with his own, stopping him. In that touch was a final plea, an unspoken "forgive me," a question: was everything that had happened between them really worth one sip?

"Are you pointlessly playing on pity?" Jungkook raised the drink to his lips, ignoring the last vestiges of conscience and Taehyung's attempt to reason. "Poison or not—it doesn't matter now. What matters is who takes the first breath after."