"Can you try to not like me? Maybe if you do, then I'll learn to not like you back."
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While having to protect himself from the demons of his past, Jin has a duty to protect Jungkook, the spoiled son of a billionaire business tycoon. His life is one...
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Jin collapsed to the floor, heavy sobs leaving his lips. He clutched his chest, pounding against it, begging for his heart to stop beating so wild, begging for it to stop hurting so much. He was shattered. Jungkook had taken him whole and ripped him to shreds.
A hand wrapped around him and pulled him into a hug, Namjoon's perfume invaded the air around him. He grabbed onto Namjoon desperately, crying his heart out.
"It's okay," Namjoon cooed, running his hands over his back. "You'll be okay."
But he wouldn't. He couldn't. Jungkook was everything to him. He meant the whole world to Jin but he'd been playing him for a fool all along. He'd done everything he could to set Jungkook free but Jungkook hadn't deserved it.
He'd hurt every time Jungkook had been hurt. Cried every time he heard the sadness in Jungkook's voice and saw it in his eyes. He'd been willing to do anything just to make Jungkook happy, even if it meant he would be inconvenienced.
In his life, he had placed Jungkook first. Set him as a priority, but all the while, Jungkook had a novel out about Jin's life. A novel where he'd taken painful memories from Jin's life, twisted them and then sent it out to the world to be read, analyzed, dissected and criticized.
Jin wasn't even mad that Jungkook had called him a drug dealer. He wasn't even upset that he'd made him into a teenage boy who received money for sex. What he was mad about was Ryujin's story. What broke his heart was that Jungkook had tagged Ryujin as a reckless driver who'd lost his life because he'd had one too many to drink.
He'd insulted the person Jin had been most regretful of that couldn't ever meet Jungkook. Most nights he'd lain in bed and he'd imagined how it would have felt like to introduce Jungkook to Ryujin. He knew Ryujin would love Jungkook, he'd have taken him as a little brother and have told Jin he'd done a good job getting someone like that.
Jungkook had broken his heart by telling his story to the world. He'd completely obliterated Jin's heart and it was so fucking painful.
His lungs felt too small and no matter how deeply he drew in breath, it didn't seem to be enough. He was running out of air.
"Hey, hey, Jin," Namjoon called, increasing the pace of his rubs. "Don't do that."
"Hyung..." He gasped shakily. He shut his eyes tight, digging his fingers into Namjoon's skin.
"Breathe, Jin," Namjoon encouraged. "Follow my cue," he said, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He repeated it, his rubbing motion not stopping.
It took an excruciatingly long moment before Jin started to breathe again. He lay in Namjoon's arms sobbing his heart out, despite the headache forming.
"What happened?" Namjoon asked a few hours later.
Jin was lying on the bed in his room, his head banging, his heart aching, his throat hurting and his eyes stinging. The curtains were drawn and the lights were turned off, but when Namjoon walked into the room, he left the door open so light could pour in from the hallway.
