Fake Love - BTS (The way I miss them performing this song :'))

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Red.

That's all Jimin sees, red.

His outfit, his hands, the lockers, everything he sees red. It's funny how numb he feels despite the open cuts on his knuckles from slamming his fist against the lockers, or his messy hair from yanking and tugging it through the roots so hard.

It's that emotion of feeling so much yet so little all at once.

It's a whirl of frustration and pain just it explodes to dust that there's no strands of it, yet the remains still scatters in the air.

And there's no way to control it or take it away, just letting it poison every single cell of one's body until it takes over completely.

That's how Jimin feels right now.

Confused, frustrated, hurt, but so damn angry.

So angry.

He can't see properly anymore by how blurred his vision is. His phone keeps buzzing but he can't even feel it in his pocket.

A break.

A fucking break is all he's fucking asking for!

It was all too good to be true either way. Nothing ever comes so damn easy for Jimin, ever.

What a funny thing he thought he was just going to escape. Ha, he can never escape!

He will always end up here.

Same fucking cycle.

A loud bang echoes the empty hallway that followed by sting on Jimin's knuckles. He didn't even flinch to how bloody and pleading for mercy his knuckles are now by the impact it had to the locker; only focusing on his own inner rage.

His own pain.

And it didn't help that when raised his fist once again, ready to slam it against the locker, a hand grips his wrist and yanks his fist back.

Jimin was so fucking close to using his other fist in his fit of rage against whoever stopped him, but the second he sees who it was he stopped.

You've got to be kidding me.

Unable to suppress his eye roll, Jimin huffs back Yeosang staring back into his eyes with troubling eyebrows furrowed together.

Yet his gaze still remains empty.

Plainly empty.

"Let me go."

It looks almost as though Yeosang was loss of words. It's like his body acted before his mind could catch up, yet through that slit of confusion, delicate words escaped his lips.

"I...... I can't Jimin."

There's this vulnerability hidden very deep underneath his voice that was coated with layers upon layers of a depth emptiness, desperately trying to conceal it to become nothing.

Yet something is there.

Nothing yet something, that's always provoked by Jimin himself.

Jimin's face now twists and he angrily yanks his wrist off Yeosang's hand, "I'm not dealing with this right now," And with that Jimin turns around, angrily stomping away while leaving Yeosang standing there dumbfounded.

Leaving him to only rub a hand to his chest, where he feels a painful sting as he watches Jimin walk father down the hallway, cursing words under his breath and swinging recklessly to random lockers with grunts of rage sneering out of his lips.

Now Yeosang is confused.

Not only confused but this vile feeling bubbles up his chest that was far too uncomfortable to stand. It grew to the point that he was digging his fingers against his chest, knowing well he would bleed his skin if it wasn't for the clothing of his shirt.

It's almost as though a stray of emotions is trying to blossom it's way to the surface but as much as it tries, it only gets kicked down to the deepest waters where it remains caged.

Where it should be.

"GATITA! WAIT!"

Yeosang furrows his eyebrows to the voice and turns his head just in time to see Taemin practically sprinting beside him, about to dash down the hallway but nearly had a whiplash when Yeosang grabs his arm back.

There's something going on and the thought of Jimin with his teary eyes doesn't settle well at all, and he needs to just get that doubt out of the way.

"Taemin what happened?"

The other male was clearly hysterical, trying to look far down the hallway to spot Jimin's figure at all before turning to look back at Yeosang.

"The money is gone," Yeosang's face falls, "EVERYTHING IS GONE! FUCK! LET ME GET TO JIMIN BEFORE HE DOES SOMETHING STUPID!"

And Taemin gets out of Yeosang's grip to catch up to the love of his life, hoping Jimin doesn't burn down a fucking building in the fit of his rage.

Yeosang stands there, eyes widen and lips parted to what Taemin just told him.

The money...... That they saved for him is gone....

Money....

Wait....

A mass rush of confusion hits Yeosang once again, that odd emotion once again circulating his chest that he had to lean against the locker with confused furrowed eyebrows.

Money.....

The money for him to leave....

Right..... He was leaving....

And that's when something struck Yeosang's memory. It was so sudden but that was the impulse he needed to push himself off the locker and start to run.

Meanwhile in midst of all of this happening, none of them noticed the dark set of eyes watching the whole scene.

With a mean snarl on his lips.

Hooded eyes became so demonic and anger so uncontrollable that blocked out every other voice in his head; shaking in utter rage.

It's time for Karma to play.

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A/N:
:D

Good news I finished my paper! Yay!!

Ah, don't we just love prom? I mean I never went to prom so I wouldn't know :'(

Alrighty let's see what happens!

I PURPLE YOU! <33