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3. Convictions Are More Dangerous Foes Of Truth Than Lies

'𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚛.'

-𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚘𝚗 𝙶𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎.

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Jimin

"Holy shit."

"I-I know-"

"Holy shit."

"Hyung-" Jimin sucked inward, drawing in a much needed gulp of air to sustain himself long enough in order to maybe come to terms with everything himself, let alone his friend, who'd been rereading the same, singular sentence written on the note for the past half hour. Yoongi had been pacing back and forth expeditiously, the sweat-ridden, crumpled piece of paper fumbling between his fingers with endless and understandable distress while Jimin remained seated on their couch. "Hyung, maybe you should sit down?"

"Really?" Yoongi replied, his forehead plastered with layers of perspiration and his body exerting trepidity, although arguably the excessive sweating could've been a result of the undiscerning heat coming from the lit fireplace. However, after spending a few more moments ogling the older man ambulating in undeniable apprehension like a fear-stricken madman Jimin concluded that in actuality his hyung was probably ridden with just as much terror as he was. "Are you being serious right now?"

"Ab...about sitting down?"

Finally, Jimin felt a few more years of his life relaying back to him after Yoongi stopped pacing and turned to look at him. Eyes hot and glowing with surges of intensity, Jimin swallowed in response to Yoongi's wordless answer, and also his own attempt at lightening the situation. "I think I'm going insane. This, this's finally done it. I'm gonna need every fucking psychiatrist in the fucking country, because I can't believe what I'm actually hearing."

"Hyung-"

"You're telling me to take a fucking seat, as if that'll do anything? Holy...you're shitting me right now, right? Who the...who's the fucking prick who gave this to you?"

The trembling in his fingertips hadn't cancelled since he'd read that note almost two hours ago, and it certainly hadn't dissipated after sitting there, watching Yoongi's show of perpetuity. Now that his friend's unsteady emotions were directed towards him, Jimin had to try to shovel down his growing anxiety like always, but...today, he wasn't sure if he had the strength to do so with all thing's considered. "I-I don't know! I wouldn't sit here quietly if I knew would I?!"

"Jesus fucking Christ-" The slip of paper fell to the floor, and Yoongi sharply inhaled while bringing his face into his palms. The silence following was unfairly ominous, with only the occasional crack of the fire spitting from behind the older man jabbing at the line of tension every few seconds. He didn't dare break the muteness, allowing Yoongi his moment of composure, and instead spared a glance at the bionic who'd not said a single word throughout the entire discourse. Jimin thought this to be strange and unprecedented, because Taehyung's usual course of action upon his boyfriend's affliction would've been to at least step in and say anything, but...right now, Taehyung didn't even appear to be present in the room. Right now, more than either himself or Yoongi, the bionic was a shell of his body, and this more than anything that'd happened within the past couple of hours scared Jimin the most. A bionic, of all creatures, who continued whilst in a state of dread and horror was rightly foreboding. "Right, okay. This is...this could be a prank, right?"

Jimin spluttered, snickered even. "Sure. We're just waiting for someone to jump out from behind that shelf over there with a camera crew and say 'don't worry, it really is just some sick joke!'"