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[Jungkook]

"N-No, I can't," I shook my head, "I won't,"

She looked at me with a face of false pity, "Aww, but you will. Unless you want me to kill them both,"

My jaw clenched, "You wouldn't."
   
She smirked and lifted the pistol once more, first aiming at Hoseok's then Yoongi's head,
"Really now?"
    
She would. She will. She is.
  
My eyes averted from my mother's and I looked at my friends who were currently tied up. Hobi's eyes were closed tightly, trying to block out everything and Yoongi was looking at me with a pleading look, "Mother, isn't this uncalled for?! Killing one of my friends just because I lied?!"

She stared at me with a confused look, "Uncalled for? Uncalled for? I am the reincarnation of the Luna Goddess herself! I am holy and you dared to lie to me! You should be lucky I don't punish you any more than this!"

Looking at her more clearly, I noticed that that crazed look was very worrying. My mother was no devout goddess, she was insane. I don't know when or how she became like this, like a psychopath, but now, it's pulled two of my most important friends into it.

"I promise, mother, on my soul, that I will never lie or betray you or Luna ever again! I swear!" I put my hand on my heart and bent down to the ground, throwing away my dignity and everything I am. My forehead made contact with the cold floor and I felt the alpha inside of me want to kill myself but I mustered up my courage and strength to bow down  on the floor and beg.

"That's great to hear," she sighed, "but if all mistakes were fixed with an apology, there would be no need for Luna, for she cleanses our sin."

Her religious talk infuriated me, but - at the moment - I had no right to go against my mother, "..mother, I beg of you."

"This feels amazing," Her cackling laugh resonated through my body, "This ingrate of a son is finally listening and obeying."

My fist tightened and I flinched at the sharp pain of my fingernails piercing my palms.

"But I will allow you to discuss this with your beloved friends," I looked up hopefully and saw that she had untied the cloth from around their mouths, a red lining from where the cloth was tied tightly. I quickly jumped from off of the floor and I immediately felt sick.

"Oh god.. Yoongi.. Hobi.." I croak, thousands of rocks residing in the pit of my stomach, "I-I.."

"YOU BITCH!" Screamed Yoongi, turning his neck so he could look my mother directly in the eyes with his glowing ones, "UNTIE ME NOW! I'M GOING TO RAT YOU OUT TO EVERYONE SO THEY CAN SEE YOU FOR THE BITCH YOU ARE!"

"Oh, sugar," My mother stared at him in amusement, her enjoyment of the circumstances scaring me, "Do you seriously think they're going to believe an adolescent male over Luna's representative of the heavens?"

Yoongi went quiet and faced the front with a dark, frustrated look on his face, knowing that he had no power compared to my mother and her divine power over society. I turned my attention to Hoseok who had a blank, thoughtful look on his face, "Hobi?"

He looked into my eyes, "Choose me,"

I blinked, "W-What?"

He nodded and he leaned forward as much as he could even with the white restraints around him, "Choose me, it's okay, everything'll be fine,"

Yoongi's head whipped towards him, "NO!"

Hoseok then faced him, a calm look on his face, "You deserve to live, Yoonie. You need to live,"
 
Yoongi at this point looked infuriated, like the thought of Hoseok's suggestion making him sick to the stomach, "No, Hobi."

Hoseok ignored Yoongi's demands and looked straight into my eyes, a begging expression in them, "Jungkook, I know we've had our differences, we've fought.. but—"

"BUT NOTHING! THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!" Interrupted Yoongi with a red face, his anger trailing all the way up to his ears, "YOU..! You.. You are living, Hobi. You will live,"

Hoseok didn't even turn his head towards his partner, locking eyes with me, "But if you take him away from me, not only will I hate you with every fiber in my body, I will kill myself, burn myself alive even."

I shook my head, bringing my forearm to my eyes to hide the battle from behind them. A chair began wriggling around - and judging from the angry grunts, it was Yoongi's - and my arm fell to my side lifelessly. Yoongi was trying to scoot towards me, a pained look in his eyes, "Jungkook, Jungkook, listen to me,"

I gave him my upmost attention, looking down at his trembling body - from anger, not fear, "Hobi, he's getting better."
 
Getting better?

"I know you know, about his.. condition."

My mind trailed off to four years ago, when I found him crying in his bed for absolutely no reason.. only because of the darkness that resided within him. Piecing it all together, I realized for the first time in my life.. I was his pillar. His crutch. He would lean on me when his deluges of sadness washed over him in strong, overbearing cycles. But once I yelled those words filled with spite and hatred.. I allowed him to fall.

To drown.

"And he was finally— finally getting better!" I could hear the tears in his heart, "He was smiling! He was happy!"

"I'VE NEVER BEEN HAPPY, JUNGKOOK! YOU KNOW THAT!" Hoseok screamed from his chair, tears rolling off his cheeks in uncontrollable streams, "I'M LIVING IN A BODY FIGHTING TO SURVIVE WITH A MIND PRAYING TO DIE!"
 
I buried my head in my hands, praying to Luna, or whoever, to help me, "EVERY DAY, I WAKE UP WONDERING WHEN THE DAY OF MY DEATH WOULD COME!"

My knees gave out, my brain being overwhelmed.

I can't. I can't do it.

I hands fell from my face and I looked at the two people who supported my throughout my whole life.
   
On my left, Hoseok. On my right, Yoongi.

Who do I choose?

Hoseok or Yoongi?

[author's notes]

Oof intense ain't it.