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Love is a bizarre concept. Strings tangled and pulled left and right in mysterious ways. Love is like a Rubik's Cube, a puzzle that requires talent to be solved. You knew that. Would testify to how difficult it is to match the colors. You had a palette of four colors, and they were all tied together by a strong connection and a fucked up fate. If there were picks, you would say you were dealt the worst hand ever. If it were a deck of cards, you would say that gambling had something against you. You would go broke from the bets you didn't even personally place on such a botched game. That was all your luck. And that should say a lot.
There was always this huge skeleton under your bed in the form of your dubious past and your shady business, but when the shit hits the fan, it just gets flung everywhere, staining walls, furniture and people. It's never enough when it comes to luck. You knew that as well as you knew you were a bad gambler. What you didn't know, however, was that the consistency of the shit that had hit your fan was pretty lousy, almost runny. The diarrhea of fate.
But you didn't stay clueless for that long. You had Seokjin to turn on the fan to show you just how messy the whole situation was. In addition to the hot shit soiling the fan, which was already stinky and hard to remove thanks to Taehyung's unforgivable crime, you learned the whole truth about the nature of your friendship with Bella, your husband's little sister.
Your friendship with Bella began long before you met Jungkook. You would even say that sometimes you felt closer to her than Taehyung, the man you considered like a brother. Hell, you thought of her as a sister. Your pretty, doe-eyed little sister with the wide smile and sunny disposition. You confided in her, cried on her shoulder when the whole concept of life became unbearable. She comforted you because she was always a good listener — bless her heart. You did the same in return. When she told you one night that she wanted to see more of life, to experience and dive and fall and stand on her own two feet, you gave her that freedom, even as you stayed in the background, watching her closely to make sure you could be by her side if she needed help. You took your rusty car and traveled around to realize the dream she told you about whenever you drank more than one bottle of soju and decided you had a penchant for astronomy and stargazing. She wanted to travel the country in the old American style. No hotel rooms, no comfort. Just a car and a few shirts to change into. You'd sleep in the parking lots of gas stations. Would shower in the restrooms there and dry your hair under the hand dryer, not giving a fuck about the people using the facilities with you.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! How could you have been so blind? Why did not you see the situation for what it was?
But then again, what was there to notice? She never said a word. Sure, she stood by your side, but that's friendship, right? A beautiful friendship that extended to Taehyung over time, and god, you wished you'd never introduced the two of them. It could have remained as innocent a friendship as it started. A girlhood bond born of feminist camaraderie within the walls of a dimly lit nightclub. You had just been dumped by your good-for-nothing boyfriend, and she was the stranger who kissed it better and gave you reasons to smile along with the numerous tequila shots.
