Unknown POV
I type out the last few words of a post on my Facebook page and insert the video of Jungkook and that boy.
"Now he'll know what betrayal feels like." I close my laptop and stare at a photo that was still pinned up on my wall. The photo is a Polaroid of Jungkook and I, it shows the first time we went to the carnival. My arms were wrapped around his waist and he had taken the picture of us, that was the only picture I couldn't tear apart when I had done so much to all the others.
I chuckle to myself knowing that he doesn't even know I still go to school with him. Seeing him every day in the hall, but surprise surprise he never ever sees me. I never understood why he just left me. If I had done something to hurt him and make him want to leave me behind, then I never figured it out. But that doesn't matter anymore, nothing really does, except to get Jungkook to regret for what he did to me. For lying. For betraying me.
On the terms of my revenge I will have to just take away what he loves more than anything else: Jimin. And I have the perfect way to make that happen. I just need to wait for the right moment.
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Jungkook's POV
My eyes open to the brightness of the sun seeping through the curtains, Usually seeing the sun makes me happy. It means I am still alive and still have Jimin, but as of now I wish Jimin would forget about me. My body is numb along with my mind and emotions, my thoughts still cloudy and almost not there at all. I pull myself up off the couch dragging my feet to the kitchen to get something to eat. I never really have food mostly because I don't eat much. Jimin used to tell me I looked like a skeleton's skin... which doesn't make sense. I look through a cabinet and find a box of unopened frosted flakes, "I forgot I bought these."
Pouring the cereal into my bowl I remember back to when I was living with Namjoon and Jimin. Those were happy times, enjoyable. We could talk for hours on end and not get tired nor bored.
They were my everything when I had little to nothing and they accepted me for who I was and technically who I still am. My parents would never accept that one thing about me and I resent them for that. But they're my parents, so I have to at least act like I love them.
I finish my cereal and toss my bowl in the sink to not be cleaned later. I leave my phone on the floor and go back to my cold damp room. I fall backwards onto my bed crawling under the blankets and covers to stay warm. I grab another pillow and bury my face in it attempting to keep my face warm along with the rest of my body. Why was it so cold?
I fall in and out of dreams and nightmares that I can't even begin to explain, that goes on for hours until I finally wake up. My mind starts go back to the nightmare I had about the video being posted and I can't think straight, I get out of bed and take a warm shower so I don't smell like sweat. I throw on black jeans, a shirt that I had stolen from Namjoon's drawers a long time ago, and a black leather jacket. I don't care if it's cold out, I just want to drink all of this pain out of my head.
I dig through my drawers until I find my fake ID. When I do I go out into the cold then call a taxi and within a few minutes it arrives to pick me up. I tell him to take me to the nearest club with a bar. As the car moves along, I look out the window and see it fog up from how warm it is inside and how cold it is outside. Once we arrive, I pay the driver and quickly hop out of the taxi to go inside.
Looking around I can see many people that go to my school, the girls look very weird when they aren't in uniform but the guys don't look at all different. I head towards the bar taking my ID out of my wallet to put it on the counter so the bartender sees it, "So what can I get ya big guy." The bartenders says as he looks at me, making me pull away from my thoughts, "I don't drink much so I don't know." He chuckles and grabs a bottle of clear liquid.
"May I suggest this. It is a long island lemonade tea, helps me when I got troubles. It also tastes delicious." He pours some in a glass for me, "Then I am gonna need a whole lot of it." I mutter as I grab a straw, "I could get used to this. Pour it up."
