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[Jungkook]

"Did dad set you up to this?" I asked, slapping his hand from my shoulder since his grimy fingers were digging into my collar bone.

He pouted and leaned on the table with his hand, "Really? Is that was you think of me?"

I was quiet and I just stared at him blankly, waiting for a response since we both clearly knew he wouldn't give a shit about my wedding unless something was in it for him. He sighed and his "innocent" façade vanished, a bored and irritated expression on his face, "My mother told me to come 'check on you'." He responded with air quotations and an eye roll.

"I thought that bitch was in prison for treason," said my mother as she held the stem of the wine glass which held a red, bloody liquid. She put the glass to her lips and tilted it upwards, still keeping her rapt attention on her stepson.

"Well I'd rather my mother be in prison than an urn, stepmother, but thank you for your concern," Yongkook smiled gently, like he was a little boy who was offered a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies.

I saw her grasp on the stem of the glass tighten ever so slightly. The topic about her mother (my grandmother) was quite fragile, considering that she died a year ago.

"You're very welcome." She set the glass down and stood, the chair behind her making a loud screeching noise, "I'm going to go to my room, I'm in need of a.. rest."

She tucked her hair behind her ear before smiling the same gentle smile as Yongkook and turning on her heel to exit the room.

We both watched her angry figure stomp up the stairs until she was gone. I turned my eyes back on my brother, "Can you get out of my house? I enjoy the havoc you're wreaking on my mother, but you need to leave,"

I stood and began to push him from his back but his feet were holding him in the same spot, not even twitching at my movements. Yongkook was a large man and he got more of our father's genes than me. He was 6'0" and weighed as much as an elephant. His hands were in his pockets and he turned to face me, "Why oh why, dear brother?"

I rolled my eyes, "Because you're wreaking havoc on me, now go."

He chuckled and finally took some steps towards the exit of the dining room, "But, Kookie, you know that's the only fun in my life,"

"Well, maybe you should talk to someone that cares," I sighed and pushed him even harder, his body finally being forcibly moved. Then I gasped, "Oh wait, no one does,"

He laughed loudly, his voice booming throughout my house, "How rude, Kookie, who taught you these manners? I remember raising you very well,"

I began to see the front door and I scoffed, unable to believe the shit that was coming out of this man's mouth, "Raising me? The only things you've ever done for me is make me eat live insects or bang my head on father's desk,"

"Those were good times," he muttered, reminiscing on my suffering.

I had finally been able to push his large body out of the front door and out of my house. I grabbed the front door and waved at him goodbye with a smile, "Don't come again,"

I slammed the door and sighed with my eyes closed, stress filling my mind. I turned over my shoulder and opened my eyes to see Yongkook right in front of me, his brown eyes peering into my curiously, "Have you gotten weaker, Kook?"

I didn't flinch because I had already gotten used to his jump scares. I walked past him, our shoulders bumping, "Why would you say that?"
 
He hummed in response and left the topic, just observing my house with his hands behind his back. I went back into the dining room to see that Seo-Yeon was already picking up my dirty plates and taking them to the kitchen.

"You know, brother," Yongkook's voice vibrated on my skin, "if you were never born, then all this would be mine."

I began walked aimlessly, just so I could get away from his obnoxious voice, "We can't change the past, Yongkook,"

I heard his slow footsteps behind mine, "I know, but we can change the future,"

"And how will you do that? Kill me?" I asked and stopped at the bathroom, putting my hand on the golden knob. Before I twisted it, I turned back to Yongkook, "If so, I'll happily oblige."

[Jimin]

The more I look at him, the more I see the ramifications of my actions. I didn't even realize that his hair was growing so long. It's down to the nape of his neck and the light brown strands curls slightly.

Jin told me that the accident was not my fault.

But how is it not?

I can't think of one reason as to how this isn't my fault. Not even one.

I released Taehyung's hand from mine, my hand getting too warm for comfort. I looked at the chair that was sitting behind me to see a snoring Jin who had his arms crossed and his head leaning on the white wall behind him. 

The corner of my lip turned upwards and I looked back at Taehyung.

It's Thursday.
 
[author's notes]

I felt like you guys deserved a double update since I didn't update for a whole week:(

Sorry for that.

There was just so much homework and stress that I couldn't even get inspiration from anything. 

Credit to the owner: I have no idea whose this is because I found it on Instagram:)
  
But this is Tae and his current hairstyle. Since Jimin was paying such little attention to him, he didn't even notice Taehyung's changes. The sad part is, Tae only underwent changes to get Jimin to notice him:(