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Chapter Twenty-four; Lie

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I'm still the same me
The me from before is still here but
The lie that's gotten too big
Is trying to swallow me up

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'This is stupid. I feel restless.'

'Why? Kim Namjoon is a dependable, respectable man. Not once has he let down someone before. I'm certain Min Yoongi would find us in no time.'

Jungkook pointed at the sun, causing the fiery ball to shrink at the unwanted attention, especially from Jeon Jungkook.

'You see that?' He gestured to the streak of light just barely grazing the sandy horizons, 'The sun's almost down! And it's the middle of summer! We've been waiting for hours and not even a single damn fly has crossed paths with u-'

Just then, a figure so distorted from the sheer amount of speed they were nothing but a blurry ball crashed into him. The unknown specimen snatched the sheet from his hand and toppled his hat over unintentionally as well.

"A meteor," Jungkook thought when he could finally form coherent sentences again, "I've been struck by a meteor."

He slowly opened his eyes, expecting his dark irises to be met with the clean and pure gates of heaven with doves ornamenting the pillars. Or, at the very least, the devil himself, offering Jungkook the throne.

But when his vision cleared, the only thing Jungkook saw was a pale-skinned man hunched over the sheet music, scanning wildly with blind devotion to the score, drinking in every fermata and accidental, not even leaving a single note to be squandered. It was as if his eyes alone could play the entire sonata.

Elysian went up to him while the Jester still recovered from being tackled, 'Uhm...excuse me, good Sir. Are...you perhaps Min Yoongi?'

Ignored.

'...Mr. Min Yoongi? You...You are him, correct?'

Elysian was met with silence again.

'...Mr...Mr. Min...?'

His frenzied gaze finally halted. And slowly, without uttering a single word, pulled something worn and small from the pocket of his jacket. No, two things. Tickets. Hand-drawn and cut unevenly.

Yoongi placed the tickets in the palm of her hand, and ran off, not bothering to take his eyes off the sheet music.

'Well...that was fairly simple...'

'My arm's healing process won't be, though.'

She waved him off, clutching the two tickets in her hand and trying to read the script, 'You're going to be fine. Besides, this would take us to the next person: Kim Taehyung. I heard he's running a traveling carnival these days.'

She whipped her head around, flashing a teasing grin at him, 'Oh, goodie. Another clown we'll perhaps be meeting! You'll have a friend just like you, Mr. Harley!'

'Why, you little-'

She laughed, sprinting off and trying to dodge his attempts at grabbing her. Every time, he could come so close, only for her to pull some unknown amount of speed and deftly evade his grasp. Sometimes, during the chase, having felt a need to not expend extra energy, Jungkook had hoped and believed that by running around in circles like this, Kim Taehyung would magically appear. But, of course, his main goal was catching the surprisingly quick girl. And Jungkook wouldn't admit it, but that was the most exhilarated he had felt in a long while. The duo ran for hours in a direction unknown to man until the both of them were heaving for both air and water.