19• Caught Red Handed

                                    

                                          
Authors pov 
Jimin slowly stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open to the dim, grimy ceiling above him. Cobwebs hung thick in the corners, dust caked every surface, and the air was heavy with neglect. He groaned, feeling a pounding headache throb in his temples. His mind was foggy, as though wrapped in cotton, and he muttered to himself that he would never drink again. But even as the words left his lips, he knew it was a lie.
A frown creased his brow as he registered the unfamiliar weight pressing down on his body. His legs were spread, and he felt a lingering fullness between them. A soft tickle against his chin made him glance down, only to see a head of tousled hair nestled against him. His heart skipped a beat.
It was Tae—his boyfriend—lying on top of him. Confusion flickered in Jimin's tired mind. Did they… have sex? Taehyung had said he wanted their first time to be special, not in this dilapidated mansion. But then, he remembered how drunk he had been last night. Maybe something had happened after all.
A giggle escaped his lips as he tapped his boyfriend’s back, trying to rouse him from sleep. Taehyung groaned softly, raising his head to meet Jimin's gaze with sleepy eyes. Jimin offered him a smile, but it quickly faltered as a wave of horror washed over him.
The mole. The tiny, distinctive mole on the bridge of Tae’s nose—the one he always used to tell him apart from his twin brother—was missing. Jimin’s heart plummeted into his stomach, and his mouth fell open in shock.
No. No, this couldn’t be happening.
He wanted to speak, to scream, but his voice failed him. Taehyung—or rather, the man he thought was Tae—chuckled softly, oblivious to Jimin's growing panic. He playfully booped Jimin’s nose and whispered, “Last night was amazing, wasn’t it?” His words were followed by a teasing thrust of his hips, sending a fresh wave of shame crashing over Jimin.
Jimin gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth as tears welled up in his eyes. The truth was sinking in, cold and cruel, and he muttered frantically, “Get off me… please get off me…”
Taehyung furrowed his brow in confusion, reaching out to wipe away the tears spilling down Jimin’s cheeks. “What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying?”
Jimin’s breath hitched as he broke into a sob, his hands pushing desperately against Taehyung’s chest. “Please, get off me. I can’t… I can’t believe I cheated…”
“What?” Taehyung’s voice was laced with bewilderment as he tried to hold Jimin still. “What are you talking about? Jimin, calm down—”
“Get the fuck off of me!” Jimin screamed, his voice cracking under the weight of his despair. He shoved Taehyung with all the strength he could muster, but the other man didn’t budge.
Before Taehyung could respond, a voice cut through the tension, cold and filled with a pain that made Jimin’s heart stop.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Jimin gasped, his eyes snapping up to see the one person he didn't want to see him in this position, standing beside the couch, his face a mask of shock, pain and betrayal. The air in the room grew impossibly thick, and Jimin felt his breath catch in his throat.
“Jungkook…”