Different {completed}

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"You TRAITOR!" Jimin roared, tugging against the hold on his wrists but to no avail, the guard only held him tighter.

Jungkook laughed at the thrashing boy, cocking his head.

"I can't believe you! You- you-" Hoseok fumed, unable to finish his sentence.

"I what, Hobi hyung," He grinned, "Spit it out."

"Kookie-ah?" Taehyung whispered, looking up at the younger with wide eyes filled with disbelief.

"Yes, Tae Tae?" He sang in a sing-song voice, walking over to kneel in front of the elder with a shameless smile.

"Come here you little-" Jimin growled, wanting to smack the smug grin off the maknae's face. The latter only laughed cheerily, standing up and sauntering along the line of captives.

"Don't you have anything to add, Namjoon hyung?" Jungkook chuckled, and the leader grunted.

"I should have known."

The younger shrugged before moving on to the eldest hyung, giving him a big smirk.

"You were our little dongsaeng....why did you do this," Jin slumped, dropping his gaze to the floor as tears pooled in his eyes.

"Now that is a good question," He nodded. "Which we'll explain in a minute. But first," He stepped in front of Yoona and squatted down to her level.

"Aren't you going to say anything, babe?" He laughed, soft and gleeful, mocking and hurtful.

She didn't know what to say.

She didn't know what to think.

"I love you," She blurted out, a subconscious thought.

Jungkook quirked an eyebrow. "Is that all you have to say? I'm disappointed," He shrugged, standing up and making his way back to Melantha's side.

Yoona watched the way his lips curled into a smile that used to be filled with innocence and friendliness but now only held hostility and malice. She observed his eyes which were once occupied with warmth and love but now only with an evil glint.

Where was the Jungkook she loved?

The answer was simple.

He never existed.

Numbness. Emotionless.

For the first few moments she felt nothing, nothing at all. It was as if the world had detached itself from her, hearing no sound as the room shook ever so slightly, like she had been picked up and dumped in a dream where she couldn't partake in the events, only witness them.

Cold. Lonely.

Then all of a sudden there it was, the dull throbbing that began in the centre of her chest, thumping and thumping, spreading the pain all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. The lump slowly formed in her throat, uncomfortable and heavy, restricting her ability to take a breath, short puffs of air shooting from her nose as her eyes moistened, blurring her vision.

The reel on her mind only played the same movie over and over again, a movie only she would see - them, together, from when they first met to the night they spent exposing themselves fully to each other, only now she realised the only one vulnerable and exposed all this time was herself and all of a sudden Yoona wanted to scream and sob and cry but she couldn't; she couldn't.