Red Lips Always Lie vol.3 [Bts fanfiction]

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Jungkook's P.o.v:

          The waves of this morning's argument were still washing back and forth over us as we all gathered for brunch. Vale placed a pot of Ramen in the middle of the table and I let the others fill their plates before I did. I wasn't that hungry and, deep inside, I was feeling bad for the fight I ignited a few hours ago. They all filled their bowls with noodles and broth instead of Yoongi, who was staring at the empty bowl in front of him. His bruised eye contrasted with his pale skin and, as if he felt my stare on him, he looked straight at me, making me gulp and look away. A weird feeling of guilt and slight regret was writhing inside my stomach, but I tried to ignore it when Denise's soft touch caressed my shoulder.

Denise: *she placed a small bottle of hangover recovery drink in front of me* Drink this. It will make the headache go away. You'll feel better. *she said and stopped across the table, between Yoongi and Taehyung, placing bottles in front of them too* You too.
Taehyung: Thank you!

          He said and Yoongi only nodded as they both opened the bottles and drank the liquid in one gulp. I followed suit and, as soon as I placed the empty bottle on the table, I wished I was anywhere else but there. The tension between us was too heavy and solitude seemed to reign, even though we teamed up last night, trying our best to uncover the missing parts of Aria's mysterious existence. Alas, it turned out that the more we searched for reasons that could explain her behaviour, the more we learned that nobody knew Aria at all. She was a very complicated riddle. One that we couldn't solve. One that left us dumbfounded. An enigma.

Vale: *clearing her throat, she pretended to enjoy the meal, just like the others* Let's dig in!

          We all followed her command, almost like preprogrammed robots and, if you were a simple pedestrian, passing by our window, you would have noticed five friends eating their food quietly. But, the sad truth was that, at that moment, we didn't feel like friends anymore. We didn't feel like a family anymore. And suddenly, the food got stuck in my throat when I noticed the way Denise and Vale looked at Yoongi and the way Yoongi looked at me and Taehyung... Well, Taehyung was the only one who seemed to not take part in the argument even though, hidden behind that clueless stare, I knew that there was hate. He hated me for the fight that I caused in the family. And I couldn't blame him. I hated myself too.
          The hours passed one by one and with each, I felt even lonelier. I once received my friends' support, but, right now, I felt like I was the black sheep. They didn't do anything to make me feel that way. The gap between us did. The words I said, the anger I showed, the tears I cried, they all gathered in a powerful axe and split the ground between the five of us. And I wanted to take it back. Seeing the way my thoughts destroyed their relationships, I wanted to take all of it back. I wanted to make it right again. To hear them laugh and let myself forget about my struggles for a few minutes. They had that power. When we gathered together, they made me feel that there was nothing wrong with me. That I wasn't the one that forgot about the importance of their sister and friend. And, most importantly, they didn't blame me for it. They made me feel complete. And I was stupid to ruin that.