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[Jimin]

Jungkook's head still rested on my shoulder, my head softly placed on top of his. His right hand fondled mine softly, his touch sending innumerable tingles throughout every cell in my body. The effects he had on me scared the hell out of me but also gave me a safe haven.

"What is this?" Asked Jungkook, gently pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked down at what he was referring to to see the scar that ran all the way up and down the side of my pointer finger, "What happened?"

"I have a habit of biting that finger when I was really stressed out, scared, or anxious," the concerned tone in his voice made me chuckle, "I'm a little embarrassed so don't stare too hard,"

I curled my fingers up into a fist so he wouldn't be able to see my embarrassing addictive practice. He gently grabbed my hand that was balled up in a fist and softly uncurled my all of my fingers one by one, starting at my thumb and ending at my pinky. His fingers used the amount of force you would use to caress the cheek of an infant. My eyes watched every movement his slender fingers made as they rubbed circles into the palm of my right hand.

His head lifted from my shoulder and bent down to gingerly kiss the scar on my pointer finger, "Don't be embarrassed. It's beautiful."

His soft lips slightly grazed against the thing I hated most about myself, tenderly telling me that it was... beautiful. This scar represented many things but the main one was how weak and useless I was as a human being. I would bite my finger to shut myself up so I wouldn't make a peep. When my mother would bring home men and let the fuck him until his depressive thoughts would subside... When cans and glass bottles were thrown at me as some sort of game of who could kill the useless piece of trash first... When the voice in the back of my head would continuously tell me how disgusting I was and how I shouldn't have even been born...

The side of my finger was almost always in my mouth so that the pain of my teeth sinking into my thin flesh would override the pain that was swelling within my chest.

But somehow, Jungkook thought it was beautiful. The one thing that I despised about myself.. it was beautiful to him.

"Jungkook,"

He hummed in response as he laid his head in my lap, looking up at me with a small smile, "What is it?"

My fingers combed through his fluffy locks and his eyes closed in satisfaction, "You'll never leave me, right?"

Jungkook scoffed and his eyes opened again, "I couldn't even if I wanted to, Jimin,"

[Taehyung]

"Wait, so you're telling me, that I, Lalisa Manoban, have to climb this huge ass building and jump from rooftop to rooftop to find Jennie?"

I nodded in response, not understanding why she was so confused, "Well I'm not going to do it," I pointed down at my legs that were clearly sedentary for the next couple of days, or even weeks, "I'm in a wheelchair for fucks sake,"
 
Her eyes were locked on the rusty ladder before us and she gulped hesitantly, "And she finds this.. comforting..?"
 
"Yep," I dragged on, my gaze focused on the blue sky, "there's no way you won't find her,"

She looked back down at me, her worry and hesitancy being expressed through the tightness of her eyebrows, "What about you? Do you want me to just leave you in this alleyway?"

Shrugging my shoulders in nonchalance, "I have nothing else to do anyways,"

She gulped again and averted her eyes from mine, a sigh escaping from her lips, "Alright,"

She stood in front of the ladder, her hand trembling as she got a grip on the red rust that enveloped the metal bar.

"Don't forget," I chimed in, her head turning to face me, "you have to follow through on that condition,"

She nodded with a smile before pulling herself up the ladder, slowly making her way up the side of the building. My eyes were attached to her as she moved quickly, like a small ant, until she was on the top of the building, completely out of sight. After a few seconds, a loud crash sounded and I looked up, anxiety spreading in my chest, "Lisa?"

The silence that followed my call terrified me.

Holy crap.. did she fall off the building..? Oh my Luna, did she trip and fall into a dumpster or something..?

"Lisa!?" I called hastily, the worry protruding from my voice.

"I'm okay!" She replied back loudly, her voice ringing from the brick walls that surrounded me.

My heart settled and I calmed down, sinking back into the chair behind me.

"What the hell.." I mumbled with my eyes closed.

[Jennie]

My arms wrapped around my shins and my chin rested on the top of my knees peacefully as the calm wind brushed through my straying baby hairs that somehow escaped from my ponytail. Staring down at the some hundreds of feet below me gave me a mental ease. At any second, I could take a step and everything would be done. Game over. I chuckled at the thought and even relished in it.

But I couldn't. No matter how tough it got, I had to stay alive. Because it's my duty to. I furiously wiped away the tear that appeared in the corner of my eye with the back of my wrist and buried my face into the space in between my chest and my knees.

"It's my duty," I muttered to myself and my lonesome thoughts, "It's my duty to you, love,"

"I found you," Exclaimed an out of breath voice from behind me.

I quickly stood and whipped my head around, surprised at how I was unable to sense someone behind me. It was her. Mrs. Lalisa Manoban. She had a smile on her face as her chest huffed up and down. Her eyes had a determination in it that looked evergreen and with a grin she giggled, "Who were you talking to?"
  
[author's notes]

Guess who's sick.

Me.

Haha.

i wanna go home:(

And thank you guys so much for 200k!

I love y'all!