Lie To Me | Jikook

Chapter 12

Yoongi POV

As Jimin and I finally collapse, coming off our highs, I faintly hear the bell ring from inside. I just chuckle breathlessly, knowing we're both going to be late for our next class. Looking down at the beautiful orange haired bow below me, I give him a soft smile, reaching up and gently wiping his now sweat logged hair back off of his forehead. His eyes merely flutter shut at my touch, something I've always loved about this. About us.

"You should probably be getting dressed and heading back inside, baby. Your poor Jungkook is going to be panicking and looking all over for you if you're not in class." I tell him quietly, hating myself for bothering to say a thing. He just hums softly, reluctantly opening his eyes again.

"Why did you do this to me, Yoongi?" Jimin asks softly, his sweet light voice sounding so terribly down.

"Do what to you, sweetheart?" I question, continuing to use the sweet little pet names that I always use with him when we're doing or have just finished things like this.

"I know it was you to come up with the idea of making Jungkook a bet, hyung. You made him a bet so that nothing too serious could happen between us, so that I couldn't truly have a chance with him. So that my chance of having a proper relationship with Jungkook couldn't be possible since I'd know that he'll eventually find out and leave me. Why'd you do that? Why'd you do this to me? Make it so that he'll end up leaving me for sure, no matter whether I actually fell for him or not, making it so that he'd leave me just like everyone else in the past." Jimin questions, elaborating quietly.

I feel my heart break at his question, forcing myself to hide my pain. I knew this would happen. I knew it would. I'm not in the slightest bit surprised by the fact that Jimin fell for Jungkook, knowing that he's probably never really felt any real feelings for me.

Sighing quietly, I heave my weight off of him and lay my exhausted body down on the concrete roof next to him.

"Just get dressed and go, Jiminie. Jungkook really will start looking all over for you if you don't show up to class." I mutter softly, staring up at the cloudy sky above me. He just mumbles incoherent shit under his breath, dragging his tired body up to do as I'd told him.

Within a minute, I'm left alone up on the roof. My clothes are still all laid out beside me, and I reluctantly tug on my boxers and tee shirt. Though, I'm much too tired and not in the mood to drag a pair of jeans back on my sweaty and achy body, and just leave them lying beside me.

Staring back up at the slowly darkening clouds, I close my eyes tightly, trying to fight back the tears.

I know I'm going to have to let him go. I know I will. If you truly love someone, then you want the best for them and want them to be happy. And sadly for me, that means letting him go so that he can be properly happy with Jungkook, as much as I wish he weren't. I can feel the tears slowly starting to roll down the sides of my face, but I simply ignore them, not really caring about their existence as my heart aches painfully.

I'd always hoped that he would end up falling for me. That he'd actually develop true feelings for me, rather than for anyone else. That I wouldn't be left in this painful, endless cycle of having to watch the one I love and not be able to tell him.

It kills me that Jimin honestly fell for Jungkook. But, after hearing how upset he'd been over this whole ordeal, I know I won't be able to find it in me to tell Jungkook about the bet. In all actuality, I was hoping to tell him today. That Jimin wouldn't be so fucking upset over this and I could just tell Jungkook to fuck off so that I could have Jiminie all to myself. I know that I can't do that now though. Not when they so clearly mean so fucking much to each other.

Whimpering quietly, I reluctantly drag myself into a seated position before pulling my jeans back on. Ruffling my hair as I push myself up onto my feet, I keep my gaze locked on the ground as I finally leave the rooftop myself. Though, I don't bother heading to class like I'd told Jimin to do. No, I go into the school, only to walk straight out the front entrance of it alone, heading straight home so that I don't have to fucking see them together any longer.