IDFC - BlackBear

Jeongguk stares down at his phone, frowning with a twitch of a scowl to the text messages before flinging the damn thing on the table with fingers raking through his hair.

Why would Taehyung say for them to stop?

It doesn't make any sense.

They're the ones who's lied to them throughout their whole lives together on who they truly are, using them as disguise to everyone else, continue to lie about what they do for living and - Fuck, the list goes on.

Woosung is a criminal.

His best friend is a criminal.

Jeongguk shouldn't feel mercy digging into the truth and finding evidence about it.

He shouldn't.

Woosung knows every part of his life, everything.

And it hurts that Jeongguk had to be deceived by his family and Woosung himself to who they truly are, possibly involving Jeongguk in a bigger mess if they felt like it to get rid of him.

So no, Jeongguk has lost feeling mercy for what he has to do.

Boss specifically said he just wants the evidence for himself, perhaps to gain the upper hand or something. That's it, he can't kill them after that.

That's all the reminder Jeongguk needs, just as the front door swings open.

"Jeongguk?"

Time to put an act.

Taking a shot of the vodka, slamming it to the table, Jeongguk slowly grins and chuckles to himself, "The one and only in my own f-fucking pity party."

Hands found themselves on his shoulders, attempting to lift him up, "Jeongguk, come on, no more drinks-"

"I want more alcohol!" Jeongguk protests, whining while shoving Woosung's arms off him, going for another glass, "Not you. You.... You're a-an asshole!"

"Me?"

"Yes!" Jeongguk then slumps his head on the table, frowning the glass playing between his fingertips, "Leave erm- Bambi. Bad! Hate you!"

Woosung frowns, looking at him now with a sigh, "You honestly think it'd be so easy for me to just leave you?"

"But you said it!" He continues to snap, closing his eyes sleepily, "Broke me heart.... Jerk."

Now this made Woosung laugh even if he didn't want to, which was the purpose of what Jeongguk was trying to do by saying that and he couldn't even fight back his own chuckle. Instead he sits up, turning on the barstool to face Woosung with a pout.

"Idiot. Asshole. Jerk. Traitor. Stupid. So damn heartless."

Woosung twitches a grin, arms crossed with a head tiled, "Is that all?"

"No," And Jeongguk presses a finger to his chest, "Y-You tried to end our friendship. HA, you tried, and now you're here. So I win!"

"Yes Bambi you win," Even Woosung couldn't fight back his adoring smile, "I'm too much of a fool for you to leave you."

Jeongguk tried not to feel anything inside his soul to those simple words, even disregarding the way his heart skipped a beat in his chest. So still playing off his role, making sure he keeps focusing on that goal, he grins slowly and leans his arms to Woosung's chest, easing close to his face now.

"I love you."

That's when Woosung's little playful smile vanished, and Jeongguk knew he got him good at that point.

Real good.

It took a moment or two for Woosung to bring himself back from his daze, now forcing a smile and gently tugs Jeongguk off the barstool, "Come on, lets get you to bed."

"But I'm fineeeee-"

"Shhh, no you're not," And Woosung holds on by the waist and pulls him to his feet, keeping a steady grip on him, "Don't drink too much again, okay?"

Don't try to try to act like someone you're not, then we'll be even.

Jeongguk on rolls his eyes but let's Woosung guide him out of the kitchen and to his room despite his persistent attitude for more alcohol. From there Jeongguk tried not to be cheeky, but he did just for the sake of his act. Woosung would slap him playfully to behave when he would help him change his clothes, and ease him back to bed.

A faint smile forms Jeongguk's lips as he lays flat on the bed, sighing, "I'm flying."

Woosung giggles, sitting beside him with a small twinkle in his eyes, "I'm sure you are," He whispers, looking at his fingers on his lap with this nervous stare this time.

Hm, did something happen?

He just got serious..?

Now Jeongguk tried not to frown upon staring at his facial expressions, since Woosung's not usually this sad or upset - or shows it off at least. If he is upset, he expresses it through petty acts, but not like this.

But before he could say anything to divert the attention, Woosung nods to himself and looks at him now, "Bambi, we do have trust with each other, right?"

Here we go.

Time to be brutally honest and blame it on the alcohol in the morning.

Jeongguk suddenly laughs, staring at the ceiling, "Of course not."

This definitely took Woosung by surprise, "What?"

"We don't have trust," Jeongguk mumbles, eyes closed, "You.... You don't tell me anything anymore.... Not taken serious and erm starting to feel like you're u-using me."

Now this definitely caught Woosung by surprise, way more than earlier, turning to Jeongguk with eyebrows furrowed, "What? No! I would never use you or not take you seriously," He immediately defends, "If I don't tell you so many things it's because.... Well.... Things just got complicated along the way after.... That happened."

Yeah, it really did. No fucking doubt about that.

They went from telling each other mostly everything to now feeling like there's this awkward tension even when they text.

That's what happens when there's too man secrets - Shit gets complicated.

The irony of life.

Jeongguk simply goes back to just staring at the ceiling, hands crossed to his tummy, "I feel like I can't trust you on that anymore," He murmurs, but suddenly starts to giggle out of no where, "I can't even trust myself. How can I.... Me... Trust someone else?."

Woosung didn't know what to say about that, and he didn't. He just stares at Jeongguk with a deep frown and moves to sit and lean back against the headrest, right beside him.

It's like he's letting Jeongguk's words sink in, trying to process it no matter how long it took. Then delicately, his fingers gently finds Jeongguk's hair, caressing them softly.

"Yeah..... Couldn't agree more."

Woosung knows.

He knows.

Jeongguk didn't have to be a fucking mind reader to know that Woosung isn't buying into him anymore. If Minho opened up to Taehyung, no doubt that came with suspicion and he voiced it out to them.

Now they're on edge, just like how Jeongguk, Jimin and Taehyung are.

Curious to know what their next move is going to be.

Yeah, their friendship is definitely fucked up now. There's no hiding that fact now.

Yet Jeongguk still reaches a hand up and takes Woosung's hand into his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles with eyes closed.

They didn't say anything anymore.

And it was better off like that before the war begins.

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A/N:
Well..... this is about to be interesting...

Let's see how this turns out.

I PURPLE YOU! <3