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Jimin's heart pounded fiercely in his chest, his hands clammy, betraying the turmoil brewing inside him. He could feel beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, slipping into his eyes, stinging. He wiped them away hastily, his gaze darting around the room, painfully aware of the dozens of eyes trained on him, expecting, demanding answers.

"Jimin," Taehyung's voice cut through the tense silence, steady but sharp, laced with an unmistakable demand. "Tell me everything." His gaze was unwavering, his dark eyes boring into Jimin's, urging him to break the silence. But the other swallowed hard, trapped between the truth and the walls of expectation closing in on him.

Jimin was scared  but he knew that he had to tell this , sooner or later, the truth can't be hidden forever. He clenched his fist for some self confidence boost-up. 

"The p-person you had sex with , is me, your blood related brother, Kim Jimin." He finally spoke, his tongue willing to slip any moment.

A heavy silence hung in the air, tense and suffocating, until Namjoon stormed forward, his face a mask of anger. Without a moment's hesitation, he seized Jimin's wrist, his grip firm, almost painful.

"Jimin, stop it!" Namjoon's voice, rough and furious, sliced through the room. "Are you out of your mind? What kind of sick prank is this? Stop saying this—this shameless nonsense!"

Jimin's heart twisted painfully. Hearing his appa's voice, usually so gentle and steady, laced with such harshness cut him deeper than any scolding ever could. Tears gathered in his eyes, blurring the room before him. Namjoon had never, not once in his life, raised his voice against him. And now, the look of disappointment and disbelief in his father's eyes stung more than anything.

"A-appa I-I didn't do it intentionally. Trust me. I wasn't sober at all." Jimin tried to make him understand but Namjoon wasn't affected at all.

Namjoon's expression was cold, his face etched with disappointment as he looked away, crossing his arms tightly. "Of course, you weren't sober," he spat. "I trust in my own upbringing to know you would never... never do this in your right mind. But even so, Jimin, that doesn't excuse any of it." He sighed heavily, running a hand over his face, as though the weight of it all was pressing down on him. "Oh, Lord... why am I still here to witness this?"

Jimin's gaze flitted around desperately, searching for an anchor in the whirlwind. His eyes landed on Taehyung, who stood a few paces away, frozen, his face pale with shock. For a brief moment, they locked eyes, but Taehyung looked away almost immediately, his expression unreadable.

"Is it r-really true?" Taehyung muttered in confusion, his voice barely a whisper. "How did this even happen?"

"Tae, l-look at this," Jimin's hand shook as he held out the medical report. "The doctor... he isn't lying... and why would I? God, I wish it had never happened. That night was a curse for both of us." He could barely see through the tears clouding his vision, his gaze flickering between the document and Taehyung's blurred figure.

Taehyung took the papers, scanning the words that confirmed everything. His hand tightened on the edge of the report, his face twisting with something between despair and disgust. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and defeated. "That night was a curse... a horrible, irreversible mistake. We can never... be what we used to be after this. It's... it's disgusting."

The word hit Jimin like a punch to the gut. "D-disgusting?" His voice cracked, his finger shakily pointing at himself. "You find me disgusting?" His mind reeled at the thought, unable to process the bitter sting of Taehyung's words.

"Not only he, we all find you disgusting ." Jin said with a grossed out face.

"It was a mistake... I was drugged, I think. I-I wasn't the one to s-start it," Jimin stammered, his voice barely a whisper. His gaze was pleading, desperately searching Taehyung's face for any sign of understanding, of compassion—anything but the cold detachment staring back at him.

"Oh  really, Jimin? So what if you want to sleep with me & act to be drugged? Now I get it why you were always jealous of Jackson & Taehyung 'cause you always wished that you were at Jackson's plac-" Jeongguk was cut off as Taehyung grabbed him by his collar and punched hard against his jaw.

The impact echoed through the room as Jeongguk stumbled backward, clutching his face in shock.

Jimin's eyes widened, frozen in a mix of fear and disbelief.

"Don't you dare speak about Jimin like that!" Taehyung's voice boomed, filled with fury. "He is nothing like the person you're trying to paint him as. If anything, he's always been genuine, kind, and pure with me."

Without hesitation, Taehyung pulled Jimin into a fierce embrace, wrapping an arm protectively around his waist, as if shielding him from the accusations. Jimin buried his face in Taehyung's shoulder, trembling, finding a strange solace in the warmth and strength of Taehyung's hold.

"Ewww! Taehyung. I'm better. You should kick him out of your life. Don't you hear what people are talking about your reputation? Don't you care for your family's respect? Then hear what people are murmuring .. he is nothing but a dirty patch on your reputation."  Finally Hiya spoke, Jimin glared her through his wet lashes.

"Are you all sick? Its Taehyung who should react not you all. Its his and Jimin's matter. Let them talk it out." V said while glaring others.

"Jimin, I... I won't say that this is okay or normal," Taehyung's voice wavered, steady but laced with vulnerability. "But I do know this—you're telling the truth, and I want you to voice it. Show them all who you are, and smack the truth flat on the faces of everyone insulting you. I... and Dad, we can shut them up easily. But I want you to be the one who stands up for yourself. I'll be right here, by your side, no matter what. I wasn't sober either, so who's to say I'm not the guilty one? My reputation matters to me... but you're the dearest one to me." He squeezed Jimin's shoulder gently, his eyes filled with quiet strength. "Go ahead. Tell them."

Jimin's heart finally gave way as the dam broke, and hot tears spilled down his cheeks, warm and unrestrained. He hadn't expected this... not any of it. It was all so unexpected.

"JIMIN! Earth to Jimin..." Taehyung's voice echoed through his thoughts. Jimin blinked, snapping back to reality, and found Taehyung standing in front of him, carefully tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

"Shit—why are you t-tearing up?" Taehyung's face filled with panic as he cupped Jimin's face, searching his eyes with concern. "Are you okay? Did something happen? Are you hurt?"

Jimin then realised that he was just plotting everything in his mind and nothing such happened in real . But now, he was really scared about how other's will response.

None of that had actually happened—Taehyung hadn't defended him, Namjoon hadn't reassured him. It had all been in his head. And now, with everyone's eyes fixed on him, his heart thudded in his chest, heavy with dread. He was scared of how everyone would react to the truth.

Should he really tell them... or not?

His mind was running in circles, creating worst-case scenarios faster than he could think. He knew he was just overthinking, making himself anxious with all these imagined reactions. Pabo, he scolded himself, feeling a sting of embarrassment as he realized he'd started to weep, even before saying a single word.

"I-I'm alright," he finally managed, swallowing hard. "I want to tell everything. But... not here. Somewhere more private, away from the guests."

Namjoon stepped forward, his voice gentle but firm. "You don't look alright, Jimin. We can wait... just the fact that you're freeing up Taehyung is more than enough for now, isn't that right, bear?"

Taehyung nodded, his gaze filled with concern. "Exactly. You don't need to push yourself, especially when you're already so upset."

But Jimin shook his head, determination shining through his tears. "P-please... I might not get this courage again. It's now or never." His fingers clutched the medical report tightly, grounding himself in the decision he'd made.

V looked at his son, worry etched across his face, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure you're okay, son?"

Jimin let out a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. "I'm okay, Dad. They hiccup need t-to know." By now, he was no longer holding back, his cries audible as he tried to gather the courage he knew he'd need.

"Never ever... Look at you , you are crying & hiccuping.  You can't say that its nothing. Its fucking serious... you know what...tell us. I wanna know everything, from that unknown person I slept with to the reason why you are crying. Cmon everyone lets go." Taehyung said while wiping off Jimin's tears who looked at him through  his wet lashes, his nose red due to crying.

"You look really pretty while crying. You should cry more often but out of joy."

Jimin's jaw dropped. Is he even for real? Even now, in the middle of this mess, Kim Freaking Taehyung couldn't resist teasing him. Jimin narrowed his eyes, glaring with all the indignation he could muster.

Taehyung pressed his lips into a thin line, desperately trying to stifle a laugh. "What? Stop glaring at me!" he said, lifting his hands in mock surrender. "I wasn't teasing—I swear it was a compliment! Just... the first thing that came to mind when I looked at you looking at me like that."

Jimin huffed, folding his arms across his chest, but the heat rising to his cheeks betrayed the faintest hint of a smile. This idiot, he thought.

And no, Jimin didn't blush at all :)

Soon, the entire Kim family gathered in a quiet room, all eyes on Jimin. They urged him to calm down, to breathe, and to finally tell them everything he'd been holding in.

"Here's the report," V said gently, handing it over to Namjoon. Jin and Jeongguk crowded around Namjoon, their expressions tensing as they leaned in to read over his shoulder.

One by one, their faces shifted from confusion to disbelief, eyes widening as they processed what they were seeing. Namjoon's gaze flicked back and forth between the report and Jimin, as if trying to make sense of what he was seeing, then finally landed on Taehyung, who stood to the side, looking both curious and utterly clueless.

Taehyung's brow furrowed as he looked at Jimin, silently searching for answers.

"Long story short, I was the one you had sex with. Yes! I was the one who was there in that room , laying  naked under you." Jimin was proud on himself that he didn't stutter at all. He didn't look up to see their reactions.

Jimin took a deep breath, his voice shaking but resolute. "And I'm requesting you all to listen to me first, until I'm done. No one speak until I'm finished," he said, his eyes darting between each of them. He needed them to hear him out, needed to make them understand.

"Here's the report. You all can see it," V said calmly, passing the papers to Namjoon, Jin, and Jeongguk. Their eyes immediately went wide, taking in the medical details with disbelief. The weight of the situation hit them harder with each word.

Jimin's heart raced, but he knew he couldn't stop now. "You can't blame me for that night. The drink Hiya sent for Tae, I mistakenly had it. I was drugged. I wasn't sober, I had no control. So if you think I'm characterless, or that I planned it all because I wanted to sleep with Taehyung... you're wrong. You're all wrong."

There was a moment of stunned silence. Taehyung opened his mouth, about to speak, but Jimin raised a hand, stopping him. "Kim Taehyung, let me finish. If you think I'm some disgusting freak... I'm sorry to tell you that you never really knew me. I know if I say this outside, people will laugh at us, taunt us, talk shit about our family. And I know how much you care about our reputation, how much you live for it—just like Dad does," Jimin's voice wavered slightly, but he continued with determination, "That's why I brought you all here, in private. This was all a mistake, an unexpected night."

Taehyung stood frozen, his eyes wide in shock. He opened his mouth again to speak, but the intensity of Jimin's gaze made him close it, his thoughts scrambled, like he was still unsure if this was real.

Jimin's chest tightened as he recalled the events. "The moment I started feeling aroused while sitting with all of you, even though we hadn't been intimate, I knew something was wrong. I knew I'd consumed something. My head started spinning, and I panicked, so I went upstairs and picked the first room I could find. I just needed to calm down. But I don't know where you came from, or why you were there, or how we ended up like that. When I woke up the next morning... I was shocked. Terrified. I didn't know what to do. I erased every trace of myself, and I went straight to our parents. I didn't tell you because I thought it was better that way. But I didn't know the medical reports could prove it. But they did."

Jimin's voice faltered. He wiped his face, trying to regain his composure. "If you want to leave me, if you want to break our ties, if you want to ignore me forever... that's your choice. But just know that you would be being unfair to me. I love you, Tae. And staying away from you is not something I'll ever wish for. It was your mess, your mistake with her. But you still dragged me into it. See, I've moved on from that night. I think of it as an unfortunate mistake. And if you try, you can forget it too. I know you might feel disgusted right now, I was too. But I've come to understand that one unplanned night doesn't change our bond. Do you get that or no?"

The room fell quiet. Namjoon, who had been standing there listening intently, couldn't hold it in anymore. He rushed forward, pulling Jimin into a tight hug.  "I can't imagine how much you've been hurting. How much anxiety you've carried, thinking your own family would doubt you, treat you so low," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You're my son. You don't have to go through this alone. We're with you. Always.

"Shhh my child shhh..Appa is here... No body hates you..Imma break everyone's leg who tries to accuse my little baby." Namjoon pecked several times all over his son's face who was sniffling. 

"A-ask him not t-to leave me. If hates me , appa, I-I'll die-" Jimin knew he would cry at the end and he couldn't stop himself from doing so.

"This is a lot to digest..but we all are with you. That hook up with him will change nothing between us." Jin said while backhugging Jimin who was crying in his appa's arms.

"Exactly...why are you degrading yourself like that? It wasn't your fault at all. Taehyung and Hiya started this game of drugging and you are the one suffering. I'll protect you, Minnie." Jeongguk joined, ruffling his brother's hair.

Soon a thud was heard, it was Taehyung who was trying to process everything and when he did, he lost his balance.

"Get up. Are you okay?" V said picking up his son whose face was unreadable even Namjoon or Jimin can't read his mind through their hybrid skills.

"I-I never e-expected this.." Taehyung muttered to himself, his whole face was covered in sweats as he made foul tries to wipe it off while breathing heavily.

Jimin started to sob loudly. He was scared, very much. He didn't know what's gonna happen with their relationship. What if they end up being sour with each other for their whole life?!

"Tae, tell him something... He is getting insecure and crying." Namjoon said, rubbing Jimin's back who was hiccuping and crying.

"Shut up namjoon. Don't you see that he isn't able to breath himself. Stop being biased with your own sons." V said and held Taehyung in his arms.

"Dad, appa not again . This is not time for your old bickering. Please stop it " jeongguk interrupted his parents who were bringing back the same old topic.

" I don't hate you , I would never. You aren't wrong at all ..  I  can never blame you for all these. .... aHHH please my head is spinning, I want some air...d-dad" Taehyung held Jimin's hand and assured him but soon his head was throbbing, he felt like his veins will burst.

"Jin, help me." V shouted and they both helped Taehyung to go out and have some breathe.

As soon as they three were out, Namjoon hugged Jimin tightly.

"See he doesn't hate you.  He didn't blame you." He consoled Jimin.

"Take some rest." Jeongguk suggested to Jimin who shook his head in denial.

"To the one who made us suffer, she needs to suffer ten times more. To the one who tried to break us , I'll destroy her and make her regret what she did to us."Jimin spoke, fire blazing into his teary eyes.

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I'll be busy so don't expect an early update

Hiya needs to suffer a lot, not lot but at least a better goodbye .

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Date- 27th June.
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