"caught in a lie. find me when I was pure. I can't be free from this lie. give me back my smile.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

I feel so far away. you always come my way. it repeats all over again."

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Knock knock.

As Jungkook waits for the door to open, he fishes out his phone and checks his messages. Since his phone is always on silent and his group chats are muted, he doesn't realise just how many messages he ends up receiving.

Group chat called: jimin stans

From taetae:
who on earth said I'm a stan of candy stick

Group chat renamed: tae's followers

From jin hyung:
no thanks hoe

Group chat renamed: jin's slaves

From Namjoon: 
Thanks but no thanks

Group chat renamed: Namjoon is the best leader

From Shira:
Let me change it

Group chat renamed: vmin stans

From jimmy jammy:
who's vmin

From Shira:
My dog

From taetae:
yOU HAVE A DOG? LWJKDJSKJZKA

To group chat:
oh no

To group chat:
I see you online el

From my girl:
hiiiiiiiii

To group chat:
hi baby

From jin hyung:
gross

From Namjoon:
Aw

From taetae:
LET ME SEE THE DOG CALLED VMIN TAE TAE NEEDS TO SEE

From Shira:
Oh ffs vmin is yours and jimin's ship name

From jimmy jammy:
... cool #vminforever

From taetae:
... so no dog?

Group chat renamed: vmin puppies 

From hobi:
I THOUGHT EVERYONE AGREED JK WAS THE PUPPY OF THE GROUP???

The door opens as Jungkook puts away his phone.

His friend stands there with a barren look on his face and earphones dangling around his neck. Jungkook is here to see the most difficult friend he has. A young man with newly dyed black hair- matching his, round brown eyes that look more than ready to close and sleep, a button nose, pale smooth skin, a long silver earring, several in the other and a short figure dressed in a plum turtleneck and jeans, is what greets him at the door.

"How's it going?" He asks the younger boy as he lets his tall friend into his apartment. The door closes behind the two of them as they make eye contact again.

Jungkook groans as the door slams shut. Every sound around him seems to be giving him anxiety. "I'm fucked Yoongi." He admits.

Yoongi walks away from Jungkook's distraught state, his a contrast as he remains unbothered. He's stood on the other side of the room, wondering why his friends think he's a fucking therapist.

"Why?" Yoongi forces himself to ask, not wanting to know.

"I fuck..." Jungkook suddenly snaps and all of a sudden he's in front of Yoongi. "Why did you get me into this mess?" Jungkook bitterly asks and pushes his friend.

It's then that Yoongi notices what love has done to Jungkook. It's tearing but fulfilling him and that makes it deadly.

Jungkook's chest is heaving up and down, his sallow fists are clenched on either side of him. He's staring hard at the heather carpet, angry at Yoongi, himself and the world. But Yoongi is absolutely baffled. Yoongi used to be best friends with wrath so he should be able to calm people down, help release the anger and deal with the deadly sin but he can't, because he can barely control himself and his exhausting emotions.

Jungkook is too loyal.

Yoongi gulps and collects himself because Jungkook's push made him stumble backwards unexpectedly. His friend is strong and he knows it. "Woah... Jungkook, calm down. You're never angry ... who pissed you off?" Yoongi is oblivious to the fact that Jungkook is in a rare mood where fury is all he feels. Jungkook's always tired, joyful, optimistic, lost but never angry.

"I love her." Jungkook breathes out.

Jungkook's chest aches, his heart feels like it's about to pop out of it's place in his body where it's supposed to keep him alive.

Then there's Yoongi who stills with his drained eyes suddenly awake, because his friend is in a messy situation. Yoongi stares because he's been played by love, he's played with love and he's in love, so he understands his wistful friend and Jungkook's confession makes him take a step back.

"You what?" Yoongi asks, a little harsher than intended and he wants to apologise but he doesn't.

"Forget it." Jungkook waves his hand, dismissing his emotions and thoughts. Jungkook can't look at Yoongi because he knows tears will spring out of his eyes and he's holding them back which causes his throat to ache.

The Yoongi Elianna had mentioned turned out to be one of Jungkook's closest friends. They've known each other for years so Jungkook was aware of the story his girlfriend had explained to him. He didn't know how to tell her that he knows Yoongi more than anyone.

Jungkook had no idea the Yoongi he calls big brother was the boy Elianna felt guilty for playing with. Jungkook had no idea the girl Yoongi had mentioned, his ex friend was linked to the whole story.

But the Yoongi Elianna knew is very different to the Yoongi Jungkook now knows. Min Yoongi in the present lives a stable, healthy life. He has changed massively and is no longer selfish, relentless and stuck-up. He's affectionate in his own ways, gifted and understanding. Yoongi has a girlfriend called Maeve, a job and a home... he's come a long way.

Yoongi pats Jungkook's shoulder and makes their eyes meet. "You need to stop feeling so bad, you didn't know she was going to bring me up. So what if we're friends .. she doesn't need to know." He tried to reassure Jungkook but it makes the guilt in himself worse.

"I'm not like you." Jungkook takes a seat on the leather couch, his legs spread- agony clear on his face from his furrowed brows and frowned lips. Yoongi notices the sourness in his voice and he really wants bunny Jungkook back. "I know what loyalty and trust means." Jungkook blurts out.

Yoongi knows Jungkook's right which is why there's silence. He's still slightly offended.

"Sorry. I just- I should've told her you're my friend." Jungkook looks at his friend apologetically and Yoongi nods with a smile.

Fifteen minutes pass as Yoongi and Jungkook continue their argumentative conversation. Jungkook is about to leave, his hand on the door until he hears Yoongi's desperate words.

"You have to do this for me Jungkook." His voice sounds like a plea and his dark eyes cannot meet Jungkook's anymore.

"I don't know if I can Yoongi." And Jungkook shuts the door, leaving Yoongi unintentionally alone.

—

Elianna crosses one leg over the other as her coffee coloured eyes wander around the hall. Where the fuck is he? she thinks.

Shira who's sat beside her nudges her legs. "I'll text him." And she takes out her phone.

Elianna nods, still tormented, barely listening to her friends. Jungkook should be here by now, he's usually early to everything.

The biggest summer, Shakespeare written play at their university is about to start and two of Jungkook's biggest friends are in it. Speaking of which, Jin and Taehyung hide behind the gloomy curtains, looking at the rising audience. The audience makes their eyes widen and Elianna can hear Jin say 'wow yeah!' Their wandering eyes catch Elianna's and she puts her thumbs up, wishing them good luck.

Jimin returns with drinks from the drink machine for Elianna, Shira and Namjoon. His pink hair is slowly fading and Elianna feels even more depressed. He takes a seat and questions where the hell Jungkook-sshi is. Elianna's petty irritation seems to increase at his question because she doesn't know where the hell her boyfriend is.

Five minutes remain until the play starts and Elianna texts and calls Jungkook several times, along with her three friends sat next to her. They all get no reply.

Jungkook eventually makes it just as Elianna turns her head around to see how the seats had filled up. He walks in through the double doors, shaking out his ebony jacket.

He spots them sat on the front row and Elianna spots something else, his open zipper. Jungkook takes the empty seat on Elianna's right that she had saved for him. He thanks her and puts his phone on silent. His hands run though his hair, sweeping it out of his red eyes.

Jungkook looks at Elianna as his hands push themselves into his pockets. He leans back in his seat with his legs apart. "They weren't going to let me in because I was late." He tells their friends.

"Why are you late?" Elianna asks, trying not to show her irritation at his obliviousness. She stares ahead as the lights dim down.

Jungkook's boot taps against the wooden floorboards. He clicks his tongue and gazes ahead at the stage. "I had a ... thing." He replies, uneasily and quietly.

Elianna sits up straight and plays with the silver ring on her index finger, a ring she stole from hers truly. "You couldn't come a little earlier to wish your best friend good luck?" She scoffs.

"Taehyung? He's not in the play."

Elianna wants to scoff again because Jungkook is not acting like himself today. He never seems to tell her what's bothering him so she ignores the uneasy feeling. Instead, she chooses to focus on how itchy her jumper is. "He's directing it." She bluntly states.

"Oh right."

And the curtains open.

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bonus:

this always gets to me

so ... who's ready for a tea party?

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A.