Jungkook.

I couldn't go back to school. I didn't want to go back. Face Taehyung after I ran away from him? Seem's like a death sentence. Not that I don't deserve it. That's the least of my problems right now though.

I hurt Jimin. I've always hurt him. Taehyung always asked me to hurt him, and I listened. I've always listened to Taehyung. Everyone has.

Sickeningly charming when he wishes to be. Absolutely bastardly when he's bored. His sick games. The amusement he gets out of treating people like his puppets. Playing with them like dolls.

My best friend since childhood is a monster. And I fueled the flame. Indirectly of course. Even if I did protest, he'd assert his power over me.

Like the time he threw Jimin into the road. That wasn't to taunt Jimin. Wasn't to hurt him. It was to prove a point. As if to say "you can't save everyone, Jungkook. I'll win, so don't test me".

Taking me for that walk at the sleepover. The way he reached for my hand with an amused gleam in his eyes. He said to me then, "Is this what you tried with him? You're predictable, Ggukie. I know you like the back of my hand". I pulled my hand away just as he'd grabbed it. I was shocked, but didnt bother utter a single word. So we walked and he did all the talking. Telling me exactly how to treat Jimin when the morning was to come- and I did as he asked.

When it comes to Taehyung, I'm a loser. I can't win.

When it comes to Jimin, I can't protect him. Taehyung was right.

I sighed. These thoughts I can't help but dwell on. I wish all of them at least lead to some sort of solution. Instead I'm drawing a blank. Taehyung wins against me even when he's not here.

My body lead me aimlessly to this point all while lost in my head. I know he wanted me to leave him alone,  it was clear enough the way he continued running even while tired. Even clearer when he gave up on his bag and left it with me.

I didn't run after him. I let him go ahead because I know how it feels to want to be alone. However, when I find him I'm staying by him. He's suffering and it's all my fault. I can't allow him to suffer alone though.

Maybe- just maybe he'll let me talk to him. Maybe we can agree that tomorrow will be a better day. I'll tell him that tomorrow, we'll both stand up to Taehyung and show him how it feels to be made a fool out of. Tomorrow I'll be by Jimin's side.

I turned the corner. The heart of the city. There's a park past the bridge. It's the only place I could imagine him to be considering he doesnt live down this way.

Jimin.

"Someone call for help!"

I dropped his bag. My heart nearly jolted out of my chest as panic filled me.

On the railing of the bridge stood the sad boy who occupied my thoughts. Park Jimin who stood stiff as a board as he stared down at the waterz

I ran towards the crowd. My mind was blank. Only one word filled it

"Jimin!" I screamed.

I threw myself forward. Mindlessly reaching my arms out to him as tears filled my eyes. Only several people to pull me back.

And in that moment, he jumped.

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Rather anti climatic, I'm sorry.