𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒.

𝐈𝐌𝐆.𝟐𝟏

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IMG.21 - CONFESSION

TIME IS CRUEL to youth and beauty. nothing seeming more antagonistic than draining a figure of all its life and ability, leaving scars in the form of wrinkles and worn skin. yet, jungkook had learnt prison was much worse. prison fired like a bullet into his chest, immediately drawing him into a stranger he failed to recognise in the faint reflection in the glass.

finding her figure perched behind the glass, lost eyes immediately falling to a blood-like pigment colouring her lips. knowing that it was her even if her features were masked by a golden frame of blonde hair and summer sky contacts disguising the incriminating spheres of sage. "you look like shit." the woman observed, accenting the words with a scoff.

"i wish i could say the same to you." his hands brought the onyx phone to his ear, grimacing as her voice sept through the device. "now what the hell are you doing here? i thought you were dea—."

"i never was, kook." lea was swift to correct the sleep deprived boy. "i actually came today to be the bearer of bad news, regarding your girlfriend, violet. or should i say alena?"

jungkook had attempted to retain his serene display, only to have it fall through his fingers when he heard her venomous words, immobilising him from reaching out and grabbing the composure that fled from him just like everyone else did.

"what-what are you talking about? who the fuck is alena?" he questioned, his features crumbling into a lost state made the artificial blonde's lips curl with triumph, observing how his veins slowly filled with wrath. pushing against the border of his skin as she reached for the papers sat on her lap, sliding them into the pocket between the glass screen. "alena syukoseva, or as you know her as violet manson, is an illegal immigrant from stalinska who escaped, with her now deceased brother, luca syukoseva by the aid of kim taehyung." she narrated as jungkook's eyes grew wide with disbelief.

he shook his head vigorously, wanting to remain oblivious. "n-no. this isn't true. these are all forged documents. don't think i'm going to believe this shit for one minute." the younger spout out, forcing the documents back into the metal pocket. "look at them, jungkook. they're all real. do you need something a bit more persuasive?" she questioned, fishing out an ebon phone only to have it erupt with the audio that would finally demolish the last slithers of faith jungkook had that told him that this wasn't real.

"luca didn't die to get you across the border just so you could end up getting killed by jungkook." the captured audio of taehyung's voice ignited the atmosphere that wandered between them.

"what type of place would you be in right now? still in stalinska, starving and barely living under that dictatorship."