Faux ➳ jjk+kth

F O U R T E E N

I need to be hit with huge ass boulder of inspiration rn, istg.

Taehyung's POV.

Jin forces me to tell him everything that had occurred between Jungkook and I.

And I do, through my tears.

I tell them everything.

From the beginning of the shake in our relationship to the sickening cracks and collapse.

And they listen.

In silence.

I'm thankful though that they don't interrupt. I wanted to get it all out in one go. Get every haunting emotion out. Even the emotions that I hid from Jimin.

The worthlessness I felt. How I believed I was a burden.

Everything.

By the end of my speech everyone is in tears.

Even Yoongi.

I am shocked at the glisten in their eyes as they hold onto their prides and not let them fall. Jin and I are the excuses to this though.

We are both crying, our eyes swollen and red.

"I'm sorry."

Jin is the first to speak.

I raised my head slightly to meet his guilty face, fresh tear marks illuminating his face in the dim light of the apartment.
His lips are tugged down in a weak frown, and his hands are trembling in his lap.

My voice is raspy as I speak, hoarse and croaky,"What d-do you mean?"

He sniffled, wiping at the bottom of his eyes as he lets out a bitter chuckle.

"I couldn't even see it."he mumbled quietly, just enough for us to hear,"I didn't even know it! I should've! I should've known that something was up! God, I am always such a fucking disappointment!"

Everyone's eyes widened at the curse words that falls from Jin's mouth.

Jin never swore.

Ever.

So am occasion when he did was surely a one in which caution must be taken. Red flags had already began to line the perimeter of the room as Namjoon hurried to think of a way to calm down his boyfriend. who only pushed away his hands when he was to rub his back in comfort.

"I'm supposed to know how you guys feel, and be there for you whenever you need!"he cried, his words cracking with every sentence,"And I can't help but feel like I failed that! I can never get things right!"

Beside me, Jimin shakes his head definitely, his own eyes glassy after hearing both mine and Jin's words,"No that's not true."

"Ys, it is!"

"No!"Jimin bellows, "Jin you've always been there for us! You care for us all the time, whenever we need to let out all feelings or just to get some advice, you're always there. Hell, you call us your children! You treat us like your own children! Don't even think for a second that you've failed us!"

It wasn't the world best speech. It wasn't the most encouraging nor descriptive speech but to us it was.

To us it was everything.

Because every word he said was true.

Kim Seokjin has been a motherly role in our lives since the day we had met him.

He made sure that we were all living life at its fullest. He made sure that any kid who dared to insult us who return home, cheek bright pink and eyes brimming with tears.

He made sure that we were happy.

Jin sniffled, looking up at us, his eyes glassy,"You really think that?"

Shouts of agreement wrung through the group and before we know it, we are all crowded around him, touching him in some way. I am distinctly reminded of the night before when I had been in Jin's place, the others hugging me tightly as they wiped away my thoughts maybe even if it had been for a few seconds

Yoongi is the first to pull away, Jimin joining him and I soon followed. Namjoon however remained with his hands wrapped protectively around his boyfriend.

"This shit is too sad."Yoongi said, breaking the silence as he pulls himself to his feet,"We need to forget for moment. How 'bout we head to fair that opened last week, huh? Just the four of us?"

Jimin nods, standing up as well, grinning broadly,"That's a good idea."

We all nod, Namjoon helping Jin to his feet as we begin to make plans for our day at the fair. A day to forget. A day to be happy.

A day to smile.

Not the fake smiles that I would have to constantly force on in fear of my broken relationship becoming unveiled to the public. No, a real, genuine smile.

We all take turns to take a wash at Yoongi's and Jimin's apartment, slipping into our old clothes. I can hear laughter from the living room as I make my way from the toilet to where they are.

I can't help but smile as I watch them, each sporting wide grins as they talked animatedly among themselves,