Web Of Lies

47

Seokjin's pov

I killed my sister... I killed her. I was so impatient and didn't listen to anyone, my reasoning blinded by my anger. If only I wasn't rash with my actions and waited for her to regain consciousness before jumping to conclusions, then maybe...

I laughed at how pathetic I sound, trying to find an excuse for myself. There was no maybe here. If I listened to Jimin, Hyejin would still be here with us.

I removed the phone from my closet, the phone I've locked inside since she left, and powered it on. It was fully charged and had no lock... on the lock screen was the picture of the three of the which was taken by Hyerin.

They all posed with a peace sign and a smile on their faces, I swiped it, and the default lock was unlocked, which had yet another picture of the three of them, Hyejin was smilling while she secretly took picture of Jimin and Hyerin fight over what seemed to be a ketchup bottle.

My hand hovered over the contact icon, but I could not bring myself to press on it. I sat at the edge of the bed, looking at the phone, which now showed the black screen.

I pressed the on button again, and the screen lit. They looked so happy. The thought that I was the one who ruined their perfect life hurt me a lot.

The image of Jimin and Hyerin hugging each other and crying because they felt incomplete replayed in my mind, making me feel shitty.

I not only killed my sister, my only family, but ruined a perfect friendship, leaving them with a permanent void. How can such a vile person still exist while an angel is lying in the cold ground covered with sand.

What did she do to deserve such, what did they do to deserve this? I switched on the phone again, pressing on the icon I burst into tears.

There were 350 unanswered calls, the name 'Jimin-ah' written on it with a yellow heart emoji on it. She was always looking at her phone as if waiting for someone to call her. She was always waiting.

Her eyes will light up whenever her phone rings, and the disappointment follows immediately after checking the caller id. I always wondered whose call she was waiting for but never asked.

If only I had asked her, then maybe she would've told me. Then I would take her to him, even though she would scream and hit me for making Jimin like that she would accept her misfortune and move on, he'll make her want to keep pushing on.

She would be angry at me for some time and maybe tease me for the rest of my life, which I doesn't mind at all as long as she is there with me.

I curled myself on the floor, not minding the chilling cold that seemed into my bone at the contact. Crying seems to be the only thing I can do to save my pathetic self from the fate I caused for myself. The burden of killing my only family is heavy on my shoulder.

I could hear the rattle of my door knob being twisted, but I made sure I locked the door before coming in. I know it is Namjoon, I don't want him to lie to me. I don't want him to make me feel better. I need to accept the fact that if I was patient enough to read the situation with a calm mind, then all this might not have happened.

I don't need anyone to tell me it was not my fault because I know it is. I don't want to sleep, I don't want to forget anything. I want to remember everything, so I know that my foolish decision killed my sister.

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Jimin's pov

I woke up and everywhere was dark, I had this splitting headache, but that was the least of my concerns, I had to see Hyejin. I need to apologise for how useless I was for not being able to save her. For the millions of my mistakes that took her life.

I switched on the lights and immediately closed my eyes at the sudden brightness. I made my way to the closet to pick up a coat, draping it over my body. I picked up my phone, which displayed the time as half past one in the morning. I have been out since twelve in the afternoon.

I noticed that I was the only one in the room, Yoongi must've known I needed my time alone, and I appreciate that about him.

I made my way downstairs, I knew we were supposed to be in lockdown, so my so-called father would not target anyone one of us, but I didn't care.

I didn't bother with any make up or how I dressed fuck the media for all I care. The door to my right was opened and Jin hyung came out looking worse than I did.

He was dressed in a beige trench coat, sunglasses, and a mask. He paused when he saw me without the last two needed material, and turned around to pick one out for me.

We silently went to the door, I picked up a random car key and we went to garage. I took the drivers seat cause I was in a better shape than he was.

The ride to the grave yard was silent as we both had our minds filled. We stopped by a flower shop which was near the graveyard and bought white roses, which were her favourite flowers.

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We sat there watching the sun rise after pouring our hearts out the whole night, we just stopped thirty minutes ago. Hyejin had a nice view of the sun set, while the rise is facing opposite her direction.

The grave is shadowed by a Sakura tree which was her favourite season. This is the first time I'm here since she got buried. Jin hyung wanted me no where near her and I respected his decisions.

I can see the effort he had put in to make she feels comfortable with all her favourite things, this goes to show how much he loves her. He had this look of longing in his eyes as he gazed at her grave.

A lone tear fell from his eyes looking at it and I looked away to give him privacy. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice hoarse from all the crying.

What for? I thought. They were many things I deserve an apology for but it's not like I wanted to point it out. What was the point of pointing them out?

"It's all in the past." I said, and I saw him shook his head. "I need to apologise Jimin, you deserve it. You deserve more than a simple sorry, but I don't know what else to say. I've ruined your life when it was at it euphoric stage, and nothing I do will bring back this missing period of your life, so I'm sorry." He says.

He was right, that point of my life was supposed to be the turning stage of my life, living happily with my boyfriend, chat about all the cheesy things we do with my friends. Enjoying the little breaks with the members, all those were forcefully taken away from me.

The only time I was truly happy was when I was on stage and it was also brief, because anytime I remember what will happen when we reach home it always hunts me.

I smiled, "thinking back, there were times when I felt like I hate you guys for what you do to me. Why the sudden hate? I wondered. The most painful part of it is that I was clueless. Maybe the reason why I never gave up is because I know someday you guys would come around, and now that the day is finally here, I've left all the dark past behind me, so let's put everything behind us and live on."

"You're too nice for this world." He said and I just smiled.

Am I? I thought to myself.

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