As If By Force | JinMin

十五

POV: Jin
Pretending like everything is okay when it isn't was hard, but was obligatory for our lives. It was the only way that we could cope with pretty much anything.

Weep, forget and move on.

What else could we do? It's not as if we can keep mourning the deaths of  Yoongi and Hoseok every day, as if we could continue that ritual for the rest of our lives.

Someday, you've gotta stop.

The tragic car accident left us with only five left. Me, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook and.... him.

He was still alive.

"Jungkookie, baby?" I heard the familiar whiny voice ask. It nearly made me throw up hearing him talk to Jungkook like that; it was absolutely disgusting. "Can you come here for a second?"

"Yeah, honey, hang on," he replied, murmuring sweetly. What a lovey-dovey couple, they were. It made my heart hurt even just thinking about them. "I'll be right there!"

On the other side, you have Namjoon. Good leader, and a good friend. I don't think that I would go any further than be best friends with him, though.

I feel like he's definitely the type to get a girl who's gonna call him 'daddy' or whatever weird things partners call each other these days. Probably sex partners.

Then, there's Taehyung. Nice kid, cute personality, and a bit goofy at times. I love him, and he's just great fun to be around. I'm pretty sure he actually has a crush on Jungkook, so he's a bit sour about their relationship.

"Hm, Tae, you alright?" I asked quietly, seeing his gloomy face glare at Jungkook intensely. "You jealous, boy?" I laughed.

"As if you can chat, hyung," he replied bitterly, not taking his eyes off Jungkook. I think that he could have been staring at something in his lower half, but I didn't say anything about it.

"Baby!" he whined, impatiently waiting for Jungkook. I didn't want to see his face, so I turned on my heel, directly starting at Taehyung instead. "Hurry up! Come here!"

"You jealous, hyung?" he laughed, his box smile showing. "I guess you know exactly how it feels to get your man taken away by somebody else, then."

He wasn't my man, and now, it seems like he never would be my man. I hate him, so why would I want him to be my man?

Deep down, I know I wanted him.