𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘

🥡𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄🥡

He sits on his bed with a wine body and a cigarette in his finger. His eyes are bloodshot and his mind is hazy from drinking the other bottle.

He feels as if though he is in pain. His body is in pain, mind, head, heart.

He looks at his emerald ring and he continues to cry. Blaming Park Jimin for being so smart, so charming, for making him fall in love with him.

Blaming himself too, it was his fault too. He should've taken care of himself.

The door opens and in walks his mother. She wears a summer dress, the nice flower pattern imprinted on it. She sits on his bed and she grabs the other bottle of alcohol and a cigarette she lights it up. In seconds he can hear her letting out a breath of smoke he can see the white cloud pass by him like a rainy day.

"I shouldn't be setting the example, but I need one too." She says softly as she drinks.

"Who was that man?" She asks and Jungkook looks at her as she tries her hardest not to cry.

"He was the love of my life." He says softly. Trying to tell himself.

"Was?"

"Was." Jungkook echoes.

"How did you two meet?" There is softness in her voice, a tenderness that she would use in her tone as she grew up, but as he got older the tougher she was with him.

"When the car broke down, he had fixed it." He whispers.

"Is that why you were so eager to go to the mechanic shop after that day?"

"Yes." He says and she hums.

"How did you two meet up?"

"We'd go out mostly when you were not here or when you when I was able to spend the whole day in my room. You would be sleeping or planning my schedule, meetings too."

"Where did he first take you out?" Jungkook smiles, his eyes tearing up as he remembers.

"We had gone out to get Chinese food, after the boy's pageant. Then he had taken me to this scene that seemed to come out of a Fast and Furious movie, we made a bet with a man there. Where I'd have to guess the number he had to pick and then they would give us a prize if we got it. I had found out how smart he was then."

"Mind telling me about it?" And he tells her, the 47 and how Jimin had made this grand plan. How he had manipulated Joe Miller into picking the number. His mother listens, she looks ahead nodding softly as her son tells her the story of the man he had fallen in love with. She wouldn't lie, she was disappointed in herself, disappointed that Jungkook had fallen in love but hadn't told her, it made her feel as if the boy never trusted her until now when he was weak and vulnerable.

"How old is he?"

"28." He says, she hums.

"He is 9 years older than you."

"I can count," Jungkook whispered. His mother chuckled.

"I remember that when you were a little boy you had promised yourself to not like anyone older than you, that older people were disgusting." She says and Jungkook looks at her.

"I guess...that love can make you do crazy things. It makes you fall in love with the people you'd never expect to fall in love with. It makes you do things you don't usually do. There must be science behind it or a hidden law of Newton. How love can be a sudden force with great immensity, such great inertia. Yet, there will always be a wall stopping that love. At one point there will be. If it repeats, you have the same tickets to the same place. But when it hits the wall with the same force the seats separate and the tickets for your return are a different destination." He says softly. His mother looks at him and she nods once again.

"What did you love about him?" She asks. He looks at her and then at his bottle.

"He always found a way to cheer me up, he'd bring food for me and he'd compliment my body when I felt insecure. He was kind and he had this genuine smile he liked to show off. Yet, I fell in love with his fake smile somehow. It was so silly and goofy, his eyes would be playful and his smiles would be in a straight line making him look funny. He is smart, he likes to fanboy over cars." His mother nods and she taps his thigh, she stands up and grabs the cigarettes from the table and the bottle.

"Go to sleep. Your pageant is in five days. You will be a winner." She whispers and Jungkook nods as he lays down.

•••

He sees Jimin again. Two days later. The latter is inside the grocery store and he wears a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. He sees him talking with Yoongi.

He is lucky that the latter hadn't seen him when he had accidentally walked past him.

"Do we have everything?" His mother asks, she stands beside Dan who holds her hand. Jungkook had woken up this morning to have found her limping out of her room. When he had asked her why during breakfast, she had blushed, but she had brushed it off with an excuse of her age. Innocently the latter had believed her, oblivious to the eye contact she and Dan had made.

"Um... can we get some pineapple?" He asks and she nods.

"Go get it, we still some things to pick out from this aisle alright?" He nods and he walks towards where the fruits out. He looks through this, fingers almost grazing over them.

He hears his name be called out and he freezes. In seconds he turns around, a pineapple in his hand and he tried to ignore him. But he can't, not when he calls him again and he grabs his arm.

"What do you fucking want?" He asks, Jimin looks at him.

"I was calling you-"

"And I kept on hanging up." Jimin looks at him for a moment and he sighs.

"Listen, and don't cut me off. Just listen, please. I considered the plan, I did. But I couldn't do it, not when Yoongi kept on telling me to do it. I couldn't. I love you too much." He says and Jungkook looks at him before turning around to walk away.

"I got a job offer yesterday." He hears Jimin say and he softly turns around, Jimin looks at him. "The CEO of Porche is in LA at the moment. His car had broken down near the shop so I had gone to help them, he was amazed that I managed to restart the car again after fifteen minutes even though it usually takes an hour. He came back last night when we were closing. He offered me a job offer, in Germany. He said that I have until tonight to decide if I want it or not. I'm leaving on the day of the Pageant at night." He says and Jungkook looks at him, for a moment. He stays quiet and Jimin looks at him with pleading eyes, "Please give me a reason to stay." He whispers and Jungkook tears up.

"I'm happy for you and I hope that you do well in Germany, it's a beautiful country." Jungkook whispers and Jimin looks down almost crying himself.

"Thank you. I hope you win, then you'll be the winner you deserve to it." Jimin whispers before, "I'm leaving at ten in the night if you change your mind." He says, walking past him. Jungkook walks to the aisle where his mother was and he sets down the pineapple on the cart.

"I'll go wait in the car." He whispers, before walking outside, but he is bombarded with reporters. He pushes past them and he walks towards the car where he sits and he looks around the car, tears freeing themselves from their cage and he cries. He cries beautiful tears as he puts his face into his hands. Failing to notice how just across from his car is Jimin in his. Rubbing his lip with a finger, his eyes red as he cries as well.

Every relationship is a roller coaster, at some point, it will hit a wall and Newton's third law of motion will be produced. Yet, their seats will be separated and their destinations would be different.

This was inevitable.