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fifty-seven.

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     his hands shake, legs tremble as he enters his own house. it's been a month since that day and all jungkook wants is to puke. he remembers the door frame, where he has told jimin he loved him. he remembers the spot on the floor jimin was sitting at. he remembers it all and can't forget it.

     jungkook walks to the kitchen to get himself a bottle of water and then he's climbing the stairs to his room. the first thing his eyes stop on is the window. the curtains are open and waving due to the breeze.

     the walls closer to it and looks at the opposite one. he wants to see jimin so bad. he wants to see him happy and healthy. he wants the best for him but what he sees through the window was not what he was expecting. first, he sees yoongi. then he sees jimin. and then finally his mind focuses on how they are hugging. jimin is wrapped in a blanket, sitting at the edge of the bed while yoongi holds him in a tight, promising hold.

     jungkook hates it, he hates it all. and even more when he noticed how jimin's arms slowing wrap around older's torso. that is when he reaches his saturation level and closes his won window.

     jungkook sighs, walks to his own bed and lays. he looks at yeah ceiling, thinks about his life. thinks about the series of events that changed his life so badly. he has his life planned. become a trainee, sing, be an idol and dedicate his life to the fans and hoseok. the boy had no family but him.

     but now? he's in love with a boy, debuted successfully and happy with his career but his personal life is not something that he adores.

     he sighs, tries to think about something and as if just on cue, his phone rings.

     "kook." he hears hoseok's voice, breathy and heavy. "i'll text you the address. we're having the battle tonight. it's preponed." hoseok says a little bit too fast and cuts the call before jungkook can answer.

     jungkook doesn't want to do anything related to dance at the moment. but it is hoseok's important night and he'll be dancing after so long. jungkook would never miss that. so, he puts on his mask, cap and glasses. covers himself good so that he's not recognisable. being seen at a club won't be good for his career.

     he takes out his bike and riding his own bike after so long feels refreshing. maybe today, after the battle is over he may have a drink or two.

     by the time he reaches the told address, the crowd is heavy, active and screaming. jungkook pushes people past to get nearer to the stage. and he sees hoseok dancing. and fuck he is r reminded why he has always thought of him as his role model.

     jungkook looks as the boys dance, it's energetic and the crowd loved them. they're doing a mixture of hip-hop and crunk. everyone is at their best the hoseok has all the eyes on him. they're overpowering the opposite team and with hoseok showing off his flexibility, and old school moves, he has everyone wrapped around his fingers.

     the crowd is high, the club is, the whole night is but then a wrong turn off legs and jungkook clearly sees hoseok's ankle twisting in a completely wrong way.

     with a loud scream of pain, hoseok is on the floor.

     this can't be happening again.

❝bad things happen to good people❞