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Jungkook’s voice cracks, dropping into a whisper, sharp and frayed. “Every time you avoided me, every time you made Mrs. Choi do what you could have done yourself, every single day of this week-", he lets out a shaky breath, dripping rage, jaws clenched painfully, “I felt it.”

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“And the nights! Every night when I lay in bed, coughing, shivering, trying to keep from passing out, I knew you were there, close to my room. Watching, ignoring, letting me suffer alone. Every single time I moved, every single breath I took, you were there and yet not there!”

“And you-”, he pauses, “you couldn’t even acknowledge it. Couldn’t even look at me without- without disgust twisting your face!” He inhales sharply, fighting the throb in his chest, the ache beneath his ribs, that nameless weight pressing at him like it’s suffocating him.

His fists clench, voice dropping lower, brittle, trembling. “And the reports… on Thursday afternoon, when I asked about the files, about your signature, you didn’t lift your eyes from your papers. You made her fetch them for me. For me! I was standing right there! Right there!”

“Breakfast on the table, untouched. You walk past me, talking to her about what? The schedules? The files? As if I don’t exist. And I am there! Sitting, waiting, breathing, and you… you pretend I’m not even in the room. Like my very life is some offense you can’t stand to see!”

“Like I was some child who couldn’t manage his own life. Like I- like I disgusted you so much I wasn’t allowed to touch anything myself.” Jungkook pauses, jaw tight, eyes burning. He remembers the mornings, the afternoons, every little moment that felt like betrayal.

He lets out a hollow laugh, bitter and sharp. “And Tuesday night, I was coughing, struggling to breathe, reaching for water, and you- You were there! I know you were! But you- nothing! Not a word. Not a glance. Not even the smallest acknowledgment. You let Mrs. Choi do it. Her!”

“To have you pass me in the hall all week, whether morning, evening, or night, when I was limping, bruised, broken, and you- you didn’t even look at me! Didn’t even blink. Like I was some shadow crawling through your world, a thing to avoid at all costs!”

“You don’t get to lecture me!” Jungkook’s voice shatters the quiet kitchen, ragged, desperate. “Six days! Six days of being invisible! Invisible to you!” He steps forward, chest heaving, ribs aching, each movement a struggle. “Do you even know what it felt like?”

Each of his words, too raw, jagged, carrying the sting of something Jungkook's been holding inside. He speaks as if the words themselves wound him, as if letting them out tears something open that has been locked too tightly for too long. “You are fucking no one to lecture me!”

Jungkook lets out a sharp scoff, taking another step closer. “Rich that you say that,” he mutters, a hollow laugh escaping him, brittle and jagged. “Given you haven’t even breathed in my direction for the past six days. Ignored even the air that touches me. Like a plague.”

“Your split lips haven’t even healed yet! And you- you think you can bloody take over your health matters!?” His chest heaves with every syllable, voice taut, fraying. “If that isn’t stupid, if that isn’t reckless, then maybe you really are stupid!”

He takes another step, eyes blazing, hands clenched at his sides. “There isn’t even a comparison!” The words snap, each one punctuated with the weight of disbelief and something fiercer beneath it. “You have a fractured rib! Swollen bruises all over your body!”

“Is it?” Taehyung steps forward, closing the distance, his presence sudden, deliberate, impossible to ignore. “Is it really any different?” His voice rises, sharp, dangerous, almost roaring now. “Because as far as I can recall, your injuries are far worse than mine!”

He takes a few deliberate steps forward, closing the distance, each movement heavy with restraint. “I never... never mentioned skipping my appointments. Or ignoring the doctors. Or being stupid enough to-” His words falter, jagged, raw, but the weight behind them remains.

Taehyung doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t look away. He tilts his head slightly, calm. “Same reason you told Mrs. Choi you’d be taking over in regards to your health, from today onwards.” “That’s different, Taehyung,” Jungkook grits out, teeth clenched, fists tightening at his sides.

“I don’t think that should be any of your concern,” Taehyung murmurs at last, sharp, almost unkind, voice low but carrying that familiar edge. “You had a doctor’s appointment yesterday evening,” Jungkook counters, calm but insistent. “Why didn’t you go?”

But Jungkook doesn’t move an inch. “You shouldn’t be having that this late,” he says instead, his voice low, steady, a hint of something uncertain. Taehyung’s eyes flick back to him. For a few seconds, their gazes lock, taut, silent. Jungkook stays rooted, refusing to look away.

So why does it feel like he’s intruding on something fragile? Why is Taehyung always so distant when it comes to him? Maybe he should just leave. Maybe that would make things easier for Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung.

And it stings more than it should. Why isn’t he looking at him? Did he do something wrong? Did he bother Taehyung just by being here? But he didn’t even know Taehyung would be awake. He thought Taehyung would be fast asleep by now. He only came down for some water.