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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Some diseases are silent; they slowly devour the body without causing pain and never warn of their presence.
Some patients are deaf; they ignore their body's cries for help and never once listen to them.
And Jungkook suffered from a silent disease while he was a deaf patient; thought he was untouchable, that he'd never get under the train even though he was standing in the middle of the train's path; he thought his strength would stop it; thought he was the leading actor in a movie bound to have a happy ending; thought he was indestructible, the hero who would survive anything, your hero, the one who, in the last minutes of the movie, just before the credits started rolling, would grab your hand and walk carefree on the beach through the sunset.
It was a dream from which he had woken up in the confines of four dirty walls, a stall smelling of rancid urine, far from what his nose was used to smelling; he'd have traded the dream for a nightmare if it meant waking up in his bed even if the other side of it had been cold and empty.
But it has been said once and would be repeated again: when it rains, it pours.
And Jungkook had both a dream while his eyes were closed and a nightmare as they opened; reality slapped him sharply; he was neither the protagonist of his movie nor your hero, and in the perimeter of the segregation, he found himself pondering which one caused more disappointment.
"Inmate 7991, you're summoned to the prosecutor's office."
Power is a trip that comes to an end, like a beautiful vacation stolen from the last weeks of summer, dulcet and heartwarming that you get addicted to the feel of it pretty quickly; power knows no eternity, power is an elevator that rides steadily to the highest level, and as soon as the top is in sight, it shoots down quickly, making sure that pride and honor are killed at the same time.
It's scary, Jungkook would admit; the moment of the rapid fall isn't as exciting as in a roller coaster, no, because in the amusement arcades, the ride, however scary, ends within a limited time; but the ride from power to endless humiliation knows no end, for it's destined to push the rider into the deep ground.
Jungkook would say he rolled in his grave when his name was switched with a number when they took away his mohair suit and gave him a gray jumper instead, but if you asked twice, he'd admit that his feet left the ground when the officers stripped his body to perform the usual security check before sending him to his cell.
He'd also admit that this wasn't his original thought, that he felt the beginning of his nosedive when the officials handcuffed him in the church before you could give him your pledge of allegiance, that the moment he saw you running after him only to stop in front of Taehyung while wearing a wedding dress he had picked out for the big day, was the moment the button was pushed, that seeing you prioritizing another man, added to his humiliation salt that burned the wound, made the takeoff unannounced and gave him no time to buckle up.
