His grip on that glass of champagne suddenly lost its strength; if not for his fast reflexes, he would indeed have dropped it down. Watching you entering the aisle to give your vows to another man was a bullet to his heart which he painfully took.
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When someone's life becomes the movie they can't direct, it becomes the wellspring of uncalled-for drama; it changes one's roots radically; it brings the worst out of individuals whose characters often were closer to angels than human beings.
Life could have been much easier if problems remained about toys a child couldn't get no matter how much of a big scene they pulled in front of a games' gondola or if it was about a missing or late allowance; Had it been about a forgotten present on a valentine's day or a birthday how much simpler it could have been. Even if the matter was about falling out of a love that was supposed to last for infinity, it could have been less complicated; one could face it and move over, with a certain amount of pain for sure, but definitely less excruciating than being pulled gravitationally toward a person you can never have. It kills slowly and daily until the grave welcomes you with open hands.
Covering the truth with a ray of lies is difficult; it takes a certain level of acting and creating fake scenarios to lie right in front of one's face; it requires a person to be in total control over their emotions, to hide and mask them at times with ones that are complete opposites. It requires talent to deceive another person, a prowess we all acquire at a certain point in life.
Jimin never wished for such a flair, never sought it, for he was too lazy to pull on an act to please others, no matter how harsh the truth he was willing to tell.
It was all fun and games; it was life according to his own plans, following his upheld principles until one day, it wasn't any longer.
When he'd become a professional liar, the secret keeper.
It was a hefty weight he was carrying over his shoulders; it hunched them.
Jimin regretted bitterly the moment he let the flood inside his house; he could've avoided the headache had he stayed in his little cloud of oblivion.
But life couldn't do with sparing some drama.
Jimin lost count of the shots he downed; the only thing he was still aware of was his drowsy stupor; it was impossible to sit straight and even harder to force his head from leaning against the oak counter.
Meeting Taehyung wasn't ideal, especially after his encounter with Yoongi.
Dammit, I fucked up royally again.
Alcohol wasn't helpful either; it made out of his brain a player for a recording he'd saved in his head, conversations that ignited penitent guilt only a few steps away from driving him insane.
"Why so curious about it, Yoongi? What will my answer add to your life?"
"To mine? Nothing at all, to his, it could become everything or take away everything."
"Free up your head then; it has nothing to do with him."
"Enlighten me; how's that possible?"
Jimin was usually very collected; he always dealt with his emotions rationally; he never allowed them to play him around or make him vulnerable in front of others, especially with his anger; he'd always been in the saddle.
