Gold

{20}

Jisoo found herself breathless on the floor, her throat as empty as a dry stream bed. Once powerful and strong, now valueless and weak. She gasped for air, feeling hard to breathe.

"Tae-.." She choked on her words, immediately giving up on her voice and plopping on the hard floor. A thump made Lisa's footsteps audible, Jisoo's lifeless body on the floor made her scream. Jisoo's feet were bare, her buttons opened to expose her chest and neck.

Her cheeks were no longer inflated, they took on a weak posture. Sucked in so hard it looked like Jisoo had aged. Lisa's eyes gazed at the insentient girl in her arms, her hair scrawled around her head. Her body cold from wherever she touched.

Lisa didn't say anything further, and let Jisoo lay in her arms for the night. Not wanting to move an inch from her. She slowly moved their bodies to the bed and pulled the blanket on top.

"Goodnight, Jisoo."

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Jungkook sat near Jisoo's bed, arms crossed, legs resting on a chair as he whispered sweet nothings in the air, hoping they'd reach his overdosed sister. His eyes had been grazed with tears, his cheeks puffy from all the times tears made contact with his skin.

"It'll be fine."

"Don't get taken away."

"This is not you."

"You're not our older sister."

"You're strong."

"Please, don't do this to yourself."

"I love you."

He repeatedly chanted, wanting her to hear him out. His shirt was drenched with sweat, forehead creased with worries outlining his face.

All he could do right now, was to confront Taehyung.

_

"What the hell do you want?" Taehyung narrowed his eyes at a pissed Jungkook. The atmosphere wasn't the most appealing one. It was heated, waiting to absorb the words.

"You've ruined my sister's life."

"No shit Sherlock."

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?! Do you even have any idea what you're doing is so fucking cruel?! You're with another woman just to take "revenge"?!"

"This is not revenge if your sister doesn't like me. She's wasting her time. Tell her to get over it. I'm sick of you getting in late every night."

Jungkook could only try to get the old Taehyung back. It seemed impossible. The cold look on his face, causally speaking cruel words and so much more without flinching wasn't Taehyung.

But now, it became his identity.