Living Blue *A BTS Short Story*

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JUNGKOOK'S POV

"Jungkook, let me in." A sequence of rapid knocking blasted from the door like a boombox.

"Go away."

"I'm being serious-OPEN THE DOOR!" desperate voiced, he balled out crying; pushing, pulling, turning the knob of the door.

"Jungkook, why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asked through oozing tears.

"GO AWAY!" Not only was I angry at him but I was angry at Yeseul. I had told her my secret in high hopes that she was a trusting person and wouldn't tell anyone. I thought of her like a friend; like a sister; she was family. 

"Stop being dumb and open the door before I kick it open." he threatened. I knew it was an empty threat. Taehyung's not one to force a door open simply because he can't. He doesn't have that strength-physical. Nor does he have emotional strength. No strength at all but he keeps fighting. He knows the truth now and all he would want to do is fight. Fight with a part of me... Fight for me...

But I desperately want to accept the simple defeat instead of trying so hard to win, knowing that I'm going to lose anyways. It's like telling a coma patient to wake up-it's useless.

"Why? What are you going to do when I open the door?" I questioned, trying to turn his decision to 'break in' around so that he can leave instead.

"I just want to talk... I'm your best friend." Then leave. Then leave, Taehyung. I'm unable to face him. My phone's alarm rings from the kitchen counter. Standing up from behind the front door, I raced to the kitchen to turn off the obnoxious alarm and take my medicines. The medicine is supposed to calm the hype of my, now continuously, fighting cells, which it does. While scrolling through my notifications I came to the settlement of talking to Taehyung, but not face to face: through text.

| JK online |

chat log with Tae-Rex::

 JK: 

I'm feeling the only hue I see hyung...

I heard him shuffling behind the door, hurriedly unlocking his phone to read the message.

 | Tae-Rex online |

Tae-Rex:

wats that?

JK:

 blue.

Tae-rex:

I feel an unimaginable colour right now jungkook.

Tae-rex: 

I don't even think the colour exists...

Tae-rex:

A colour of betrayal, sorrow, blindless, confusion, desperation and will. A will to help and make things right.

I opened the front door and Taehyung fell back, sprawled on the porch.

"This is why I didn't want you to know. You try to fix everything even when it's unfixable. You're not fix-it Felix so just stop." I wanted my words to punch him hard just like how my body gives sudden punches to my limbs that really hurt. "Sometimes I wish that you wouldn't care. I wish that you weren't a good friend, a brother. I wish that you'd leave me alone in peace so that I could handle myself. In all honesty I don't need you or anyone; no dumb doctor telling me I'm going to die! No dumb doctor to tell me there's no dumb treatment! No dumb doctor to-" I stopped and took a few breathes in order to calm myself down.

"I don't need you."