Chapter 34 : ready to take the risk

Jungkook found Taehyung in the gym, relentlessly pounding a punching bag, his frustration evident in every powerful strike. Jungkook stood back for a moment, watching his friend release his anger before finally speaking up.

"Taehyung," Jungkook called out, his voice steady but firm.

Taehyung stopped mid-punch and turned to face Jungkook, his eyes flashing with a mix of surprise and defiance. "What do you want, Jungkook?"

Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. "We need to talk." He added, "stop behaving like an Blandishment girlfriend, do i need to pamper you now?"

Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his grip on the punching bag tightening. "You're just going to insult me again, like you did with that 'Blandishment girlfriend' comment? Then expect me to listen to you? You're one to talk."

Jungkook's eyes darkened at Taehyung's words, but he forced himself to stay calm. "I'm not here to argue with you, Taehyung."

Taehyung let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, really? Now you're going to try and justify your actions? Save it. I'm not buying whatever story you're about to spin."

Jungkook took a step closer, his eyes locking onto Taehyung's. "Then let's settle this with a match. Winner takes control, and the loser does what the winner says."

Taehyung blinked, taken aback by the sudden challenge. But then a slow, confident smile spread across his face. "You're on," he said, his voice laced with determination. "But don't expect any mercy, Jungkook. I'm going to take you down."

Jungkook returned the smile, his eyes glinting with resolve. "I'm not asking for mercy."

They squared off in the center of the gym, circling each other with tense, calculated movements. The air was thick with anticipation, both of them sizing up the other, waiting for the first move.

Suddenly, Taehyung lunged forward, launching a barrage of punches at Jungkook. Jungkook dodged and countered, their movements a blur of speed and precision. The sound of fists meeting flesh echoed through the gym as they fought with everything they had.

The match was fierce and unrelenting, each of them refusing to back down. But as the minutes dragged on, it became clear that Jungkook's training and experience were giving him the upper hand. He moved with a practiced grace, exploiting every opening, slowly wearing Taehyung down.

Finally, with a well-placed kick, Jungkook sent Taehyung sprawling to the mat. Taehyung tried to get up, but Jungkook was faster, pinning him down with a firm grip.

Taehyung lay there, breathing heavily, his face flushed with exertion. "You win," he panted, the words laced with frustration.

Jungkook's expression softened, though his victory was clear in his eyes. "I told you I would," he replied quietly.

Taehyung glared up at him, anger still simmering in his gaze. "Fine," he spat, his pride clearly wounded. "You win. So what do you want?"

Jungkook released him, standing up and extending a hand to help him to his feet. "I want you to listen to me," he said earnestly. "Listen to what I have to say about Director Park and the CIA."

Taehyung hesitated, his skepticism evident, but Jungkook could see a flicker of doubt in his eyes. He knew he was getting through.

"Okay," Taehyung finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll listen."

Taehyung's piercing gaze scrutinized Jungkook's face, searching for any hint of deception. But Jungkook's expression remained calm and sincere, his eyes locked onto Taehyung's with an unwavering intensity.

"Okay," Taehyung repeated, his voice slightly stronger. "I'll listen. But if you're lying to me, Jungkook...if you're trying to manipulate me..."

Jungkook's face remained impassive, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. "I'm not lying, Taehyung. I promise you that. And I'm not trying to manipulate you. I just need your help."

Taehyung's gaze lingered on Jungkook's face for a moment longer, then he nodded curtly. "Fine. I'll listen. But make it quick."

Jungkook nodded, his eyes never leaving Taehyung's face. "It's about Director Park," he began, his voice low and urgent. "I know you think he's a good man, but he's not what he seems. I want you to help me take them down"

Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "What are you talking about?"

Jungkook took a deep breath, launching into a rapid-fire explanation of everything he had discovered about Director Park and the CIA. Taehyung listened intently, his expression growing more and more incredulous as Jungkook spoke.

When Jungkook finally finished, Taehyung was silent for a long moment, his eyes fixed on the floor. Then, slowly, he looked up at Jungkook, his expression a mixture of shock.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded, his voice low and deadly.

Jungkook shrugged, his eyes never leaving Taehyung's face. "You didn't leave any space for explanation," he said simply. "You know why you're still breathing?"

Taehyung's eyes flashed with anger. "Because of YN," he simply said

Jungkook's face remained calm. but a hint of frustration crept into his voice"Not completely," he said. "You were with us from the beginning, unaware of your true intentions and we considered you one of us.......As for her, She's part of the reason I'm still here, still fighting. She made me realize that I couldn't take on the world alone"

As Jungkook spoke, he leaned back comfortably on the bench, his eyes never leaving Taehyung's face.

Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he searched Jungkook's face for any sign of deception. But Jungkook's expression remained calm and sincere, his eyes locked onto Taehyung's with an unwavering intensity.

Taehyung took a deep breath,his posture still tense but his mind clearly racing with thoughts.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Taehyung spoke up. "Okay," he said, his voice firm. "I'll help you. But if I find out you're lying to me, Jungkook...if I find out you're using me..."

Jungkook nodded, his eyes never leaving Taehyung's face. "I know," he said simply. "I'll take that risk."

For the first time since their confrontation began,for the first ever time they are going to work togther sincerly, there was a sense of unity between them. The tension in the air slowly dissipated, replaced by a mutual understanding and a shared determination.