"If I can just go back to the beginning of this, I might be able to save them."
*Sequel to Regret Me Not (Alternate ending)
*Based on the Glitch Theory
#BTSGlitchParty
There was yelling coming from downstairs. He couldn't make out what was being said, but he knew it was bad. Victoria was crying. It sounded like Jimin was, too, but he couldn't be sure. It seemed like a vicious cycle—as long as he was in their lives, he only brought unhappiness.
Yet all they did was bring him absolute bliss. How was that fair? It wasn't. Jin knew what he had to do.
He sat on his bed, face in his hands as he listened to the chaos below. There was no way he could go downstairs to tell Taehyung what he needed to say, so he would have to text it.
Jin pulled out his phone and quickly typed away, jumping slightly at the sound of glass breaking. He thought nothing of it until the text was sent and he was able to take in the circumstances.
The lilies.
It wasn't loud enough to be the grandfather clock.
The lilies.
Jin rarely bought glass items.
The lilies.
Victoria had picked a crystal vase for the flowers in the original reality.
The lilies.
He had to make sure.
Jin rushed out of his room and down the stairs, but stopped dead half way. There by the mirror that used to reflect him holding Victoria close and the door that she slammed as she left that day, by the side table that he bought on a whim at a swap meet, by the window whose curtains blew wildly in the still air, by all of the memories and pain and happiness and hurt—the lilies.
They laid on the floor, complimented by shards of glass that surrounded them like a single halo. Their stems that never grew old were covered in droplets of water that had fallen with them. Jin broke right along with it.
Beside the shards and flowers stood Victoria. She must have knocked it over as she always did. But this time, she broke it. She broke him. Or did he break her? Were they all breaking each other?
She only stared at Jin, who could feel his cheeks wet at the sight. Those lilies had survived every reality. They were special to him. They were the only thing he had left of Victoria—the Victoria that loved him.
If he wasn't sure about his decision before, he was now. "Get out," he croaked at the faces staring back at him. "Get out!"
If any of them thought about protesting or reaching out to him, they didn't act on it. They were all so tired. Tired of everything always going wrong.
Most of them were crying as they filed out, leaving only Taehyung. He gazed up at Jin with watering doe-eyes. His phone was open in his tight grip, text messages on the screen. Jin didn't need to see it to know that the younger had read his message.
"Hyung," he whimpered. "What do you mean?"
The oldest only stared back coolly. He had things to do. It hurt him so much to think about, but there was no other choice. The alternative was continuing to watch his friends lives spiral downward. He refused to do that.
His voice broke as he uttered the last words he would ever say to one of his best friends. "Go home, Taehyung."
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A/N: I know it's short but this is almost over and I'm sad :(
