"I want to win. I can't lose this."
Jimin was watching Yoongi reenact, on his own, the events that happened at the smoking area. The events that took place that night. The night when they supposed Jungkook learned about the bet.
"Are you serious? You're going to hurt someone because you want to win a bet? That's me. That's what I said." Yoongi continued. Jimin nodded.
"What are you talking about? I don't intend to hurt him." Yoongi imitated Taehyung's deep, suave voice.
"So, what you're saying is he changed his mind?" Jimin asked.
"Yes! He wants to win his heart. He can't lose him."
"But the exact opposite happened!"
"Taehyung's impulsive and prone to anger. He got hurt when he said he doesn't like him."
"Jungkook is so mad...and hurt." Jimin said sadly. "How about him?"
"He's not answering calls. He's been absent for two days."
"Let's visit him. I need to return things too."
...
Taehyung was staring at the ceiling. He just woke up. He doesn't know the time. But he thinks it is a Tuesday. It has been almost four days since that night. His eyes welled again. It was dark in his room. He didn't bother to turn on any lights. He never opened the blinds. He doesn't want to know if it was day or night. Because if he does know, and it is night time, he would want to go to him. He can't go to him. He's ashamed of himself. He feels disgusted that he told people his secret. He thought he's already good enough for him. He thought the way he changed was enough to deserve him. But he didn't. He was the same stupid, impulsive, selfish guy. He got hurt so he got mad. Then he threw him under the bus. And he made him cry. Taehyung can't help but bawl every time he recalled seeing him cry. He was sobbing loudly when he heard his doorbell rang. He tried to ignore it. He doesn't like to see whoever was there. But the ringing was incessant. The person rang the bell for almost thirty minutes.
Taehyung exasperatedly stood from his bed. When he reached the door, he looked through the peephole and saw Yoongi outside.
"Go away!" Taehyung shouted
"Open up. Someone wants to talk to you." Yoongi shouted from the other side.
Taehyung was expecting someone else. So he got disappointed when he saw Jimin after he opened the door.
"Why?" Taehyung asked.
"You look like shit." Yoongi commented as he pushed him so he can come in. He brought a box with him.
"What's that?" Taehyung asked.
"Jungkook returned them." Jimin answered.
"Did he say anything?"
"Rot in hell." Yoongi said.
"He didn't say that! He said have a good life." Jimin added.
Taehyung burst into tears.
"I'm sorry. He did not say that too." Jimin apologized.
"I haven't seen you cry since we were nine." Yoongi laughed.
Taehyung perused the inside of the box. He found the salt lamp and plugged it immediately. He stared at it and zoned out. Jimin noticed him.
"He looks worse." He whispered to Yoongi.
Yoongi wandered his eyes. He found several cans and bottles of soju, beer and other alcoholic drinks around. There are packs of instant food and containers of take outs lying. Some of them were only half-eaten. The room also smelled of cigarette smoke. He proceeded to put the trash in a garbage bag. He then looked through his cabinet and refrigerator, trying to figure out what to cook for him.
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Heartbreaker
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