Fake Love

Chapter 29

WARNING!

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Jins POV:

All part of his stupid, fucked up plan. He's going to betray me and force me to betray Jimin. My sweet, innocent little Jimin. I can't stop my tears from falling as he carefully removes the tape that has been restricting my voice. His quick to remove the one around my feet as well, but the handcuffs he can do nothing about.

He looks at me. Guilt and confusion flushes over him before he goes in for another breathtaking hug. I can't say anything. I don't want to say anything because I know that the minute I open my mouth to speak, I will crush his heart. There's no trying to defend myself, there's no trying to explain my reason behind all of this. I don't have one. At least not one that is value enough for him.

I'm going to lose him and I will lose myself in the progress.

This isn't what I signed up for. This isn't what he told me would happen; when he stole my heart. When he forced me to fall in love with him to the point where I didn't want to leave. Why is it so hard? Why can't I see the terrifying monster that he has become? Why do I keep denying it?

Love. Love is a stupid idiotic emotion that drugs you and forces you to see only the good in people. There's nothing bad about him really. He's just... misunderstood.

I understand him though. I know why he's doing all of this. I know the pain he has been through. The real pain, not the one he keeps telling to the other ones. He's more pained than that. They're all false rumors that flies by in the wind and keeps spreading. No one but me knows what he has suffered through, and I can't tell anyone.

The secret will be with me until the day that I die.

"Jin hyung..." his soft, trembling voice carefully reels my back to my current reality. To my sore wrists and dried mouth. To my and his tear streaked cheeks and red, sore eyes. His ruffled hair and messed up clothing. So broken. So fragile, it breaks my heart.

"Jin hyung?" a question now, wondering if I'm ok. Am I? I can't really tell anymore. I can't really be bothered anymore to feel things. Feelings make you hurt, feelings are the internal torture of life, the ones that will actually kill you in the end. "I'm sorry." A whisper, another breathtaking hug. Why?

Why is he the one apologizing? Why is he the one that feel guilty?

He has no reason! It's not his fault that any of us were tangled into this mess. It's not his fault that he got taken. It's not his fault that his mother died in the most gruesome way or that his little friend got killed. None of this is his fault?

"What for?" I find myself whispering, never letting him let me go. The minute he breaks the hug, I know I'm gonna break too. The minute he sits back and looks at me with those doe eyes, that's when I know. That's when I don't want to live anymore. "For everything," he cries, full on sobbing and wetting the shoulder of my shirt. I don't mind, he can let all his feelings out on me and I wouldn't mind.

"I'm sorry too," there it is. The oh so famous punchline that's going to ruin everything. He stops, abruptly and painfully fast before he sits back, kinda getting comfy on the floor in this messed up world. He tilts his head, the tears an ongoing flow of water. He makes a weak attempt at drying them with the palm of his hand before he takes mine. He holds hard, never wanting to let go as he waits for me to continue.

I can't. The words keep getting stuck. I don't want to, but I know that I need to. I need to because if I don't I will never be able to do what I plan later. If I don't I know that I will regret it for the rest of my pitiful life. He deserves to know the truth. He deserves to know what a horrible type of human being I am. That his one and only true friend is the one that betrayed him. Is the one that made his life a living hell.

Indirectly, I am the one that took him. Indirectly I am the one that murdered his mom and killed his friend. Indirectly, I am the one that caused all of this.

"Jim-in," my voice breaks half way. It pains me even to say his name, it thugs my heart and makes me cry even more. "Jimin I'm so sorry," I sniff watching even more confusion lace his face. "Hyung what is it?" He tightens his grip, giving me a horrifyingly reassuring smile.

"Jimin, it's my fault," I can't stop myself nor do I manage to continue before I see his face twist up with different emotions. It's like his going through all the scenarios that has happened to him the last couple of days before he ever so slowly, to my demise, comes to a realization. He suddenly let's go of my hands, moving back before looking at me like he suddenly doesn't know me.

"No," he denies. Trying his hardest not to believe what he thinks. What he knows. "No hyung, it's not possible," he cries. More tears running from his sorrowful eyes. Staining the perfect face, I have come to know as Park Jimin. His tiny hands forming fists as if he wants to hit me, but he has never been a violent person. He restrains himself, looking at me in anger, shock and disbelief.

"I'm sorry," Is the only thing I can say, the only thing I manage to say. The word has already lost its meaning yet it's the only word fitting for the current situation. The aura in the room slowly suffocating me. I just want it to be over. I can't live with myself anymore knowing that he hates me, knowing that I have betrayed him in the worst way possible; and for what? For a person who doesn't even love me anymore, who never loved me in the first place. Just wanted me as a trophy.

Speaking of the devil.

He strides proudly into the room and as the obedient little, miserable fucker that I am, I stand up and slowly move over to him. I let him take me into his embrace, feeling how his finger caresses the lower part of my back while I bury my face in the crook of his neck. Jimin screams, rage consuming him before V rushes over to comfort him, denying his violent side to come out.

"traitor!" he screams "I hate you!" words that's cutting deep deserving wounds into my heart as Namjoon guides me out of the room and towards our shared bedroom. I don't say anything. I'm done speaking and he lets me off this one time, watching me throw myself on the bed. He grins, proud of his little fucked up boyfriend before he closes the door behind him and I hear it lock.

I contemplate, but know that I have already made my decision. Quickly, I move over to the desk, searching through the drawers before finding the key to the glass closet situated in the corner of the room. I don't care about the pain waiting for me. I already have too much of that already so when I grab the device, it fitting perfectly in my hand, I can't help but smile.

This isn't just for me and Jimin. This is revenge. This is my own personal type of revenge. He will be angry and hopefully he will be so mad that he will make mistakes. Dreadful mistakes. It's fine, he can be angry with me in hell, that's where we're all going anyways.

It feels cold against my temple. My cuffed wrists barely managing the position before I kneel down. A few small teardrops leaving my eyes, my heart aching for peace and quiet, my mind waiting for darkness to surround it...

Take that Namjoon!

BANG