Mr Player//BTS FF

Chapter 71

Seon sat on the couch in her apartment in which she had not been since her wedding day. The place was covered in dust, but for the moment she didn't care since she was now in pieces.

On her wedding day, she had walked out of that doorway full of thoughts and worries about whether this marriage was the right thing to do after what had happened the night before with Jimin and now she knows she should have trusted those thoughts a little bit more. If she had spoken from the start, she couldn't help but wonder how things would have been today.

But this questioning was meaningless because nothing could change, time did not turn back and her feelings did not change. Why had she given in to Jimin's touch that night? Why of all people he? She couldn't understand why she was in love with him, because she was and now she couldn't deny it to herself.

When and how had she fallen in love with him was something she couldn't answer and now that it had all come to a chaotic end and she had failed to protect everyone's feelings as much as she had always tried, she had simply dived into a sea of ​​self-criticism, taking it all out on herself.

It was all her fault and she just had to learn to live with her mistakes which had brought her to the psychological point where she was, her emotions having dried up along with her tears now leaving behind only two red eyes and a blank expression on her face.

The doorbell of her house rang and she ignored it, not even turning to look in the direction of the door even though it continued to ring for quite some time. She didn't want to see anyone at that moment.

After a few minutes, the ringing stopped and she just let her body fall onto the couch and curled up closing her eyes to calm down but as she closed them the memory of Jimin and her on that couch came to her mind, his touch as he caressed her cheek, his eyes looking at her like he was the happiest man in the world while he was with her.

Why. Why. Can't you see I'm being tortured? Why don't you leave me alone?

She screamed in her mind as she now got off the couch and ran up to her room, feeling that no matter where she went she couldn't escape these thoughts, memories and feelings that wouldn't go away.

---change of set---

Jungkook was staring at the ceiling, sitting on the sofa, all around him a mess as he himself had made sure the state of his house to be as messy as his feelings.

His bloody hands had stained the couch but he didn't care as he was now just trying to calm himself and his chaotic thoughts.

After another five minutes of sitting in the same position, he decided to get up and headed toward his bedroom. He opened the door slowly, Seon's absence kind of throbbing in him and then entered slowly, his gaze looking around as if it was his first time in there.

His eyes fell on the bedside table where his wedding photo with Seon should have been but for some reason, it wasn't there and as he looked around more carefully, soon noticed that the wedding crowns that had strings with their names on them, were missing from the wall on which they were supposed to be hanging.

Wondering about the change he plopped down on the bed and lay down in his clothes, thinking he should go take a shower and get himself together. At least on the surface.

However, his will to do such a thing was zero and now his mind turned its attention to the pain that the wounds on his hands were causing him to feel.

His face soon took on a pained expression as he closed his eyes and held them closed, in an attempt to quiet his mind and let the terrible headache that had plagued him wear away as his mind drifted off to sleep.

A sleep he would have needed to escape his thought but which unfortunately did not come as a figure was thrown into his mind. The image of himself, leaving kisses on the neck of a body, which did not belong to Seon but to You, whose face once it popped into his mind, made him jump up from his bed with wide eyes.

Jungkook remained silent as other images began to flood his mind, bringing back memories from all the time since the amnesiac event and beyond. Now he remembered everything, his puzzle was complete and he himself was left speechless and shocked by his own actions.

"What the hell did I do?!! Why didn't someone tie me up!! Oh my god~" He covered his head now regretting every moment he lived while having amnesia as well as finding it highly embarrassing. But after he calmed down, he began to think about the new events.

All the moments he had to spend with you, the trouble he had caused you and the conversations you had had. The way you had tried so much to keep him loyal to his marriage despite how persistent he was and had lost his mind. Parr of him, couldn't help but feel thankful as his respect grew for you, for that and only.

Then he couldn't help but recall the way his brother had behaved with him on those days he recalled nothing.

The moments he had spent with Jimin and the words they had exchanged. The way he looked at him with eyes that reflected the love he had for him but also how sorry he was for what he had done to him. Back then those looks from Jimin were nothing in his eyes, but now they were so many things but above all, they were painful.

"Why did you have to love her too? It's like everything was set up from the beginning and I was just the bad guy." He muttered to himself as from the beginning he had known and dreaded such a day to arrive.

He knew that if Seon was to ever love anyone besides him it would only be Jimin simply because she had loved him before she loved Jungkook. Her eyes were on him from the start and it was just Jungkook's luck and a few of his actions that had made things turn in his favour. It was luck, he had convinced himself, luck that the girl he had fallen in love with and with whom he had no hope, forgot the one she loved and an opening appeared for him to slip into her life, an opening that might not be exactly fair towards her.

Maybe it wasn't luck after all and it was more of misfortune, but still, he loved her and it was her and only her in his eyes. Without her, nothing made sense, without her his very self did not matter. And now that he no longer has her... What was he supposed to do?

---To be continued...