What happen if you take your dare into a trippy game?
Texting your senior asking for sex surely sounds as embarrassing as it should be but what if your senior agreed?
What if we fall in love while playing with each other feeling? Haha just kidding...
Yoongi only stare on his open palm, mouth gaping for air while he choke in endless sobs. Back pressed on the ground as he feels himself light headed with the aching pain in every heartbeat. The dark cold room only intensifies his shaky emotions.
"I promise I won't get angry."
Yoongi tries to calm himself but with every memories flashing through his mind, he could only cry louder. Like his body is in open field of darkness, being stabbed from every corner by invisible spears. His wails is desperate while he hope for someone to reach for him.
"Y-you..." Yoongi can only breathe out fiercely, rubbing his miserable face. "You swore you're my mess..." Yoongi knew the truth all along. "You are... and always."
He knew the truth. He knew this was all a dare... knew Jimin is only playing.
How come an enchanting, sacred flower, would want him... would l-love him. Is this why he made up all of it? He made up the stupid fucking game so Park Jimin will like him in the mean time. So selfish of himself, he made Park Jimin his Euphoria.
"Min Yoongi you're so stupid..." Yoongi's voice trailed softly before it trembles and Yoongi find himself hiccuping with tears. His chest hurt from the gasping and he only scream in silent with five fingers bracing his chest. "Sostupidstupidstupid... I'm sofuckingstupid I don't deserve living..."
He loves the younger warmth, the room smells like Park Jimin's lotion and in the darkness, Yoongi imagined the beautiful smile the younger has. A smile in which flowers bloom with it.
A smile so beautiful Yoongi was caught in his own illusion.
"I'm sorry for falling in love. I'm sorry I love you without your permission."
Yoongi feel his eyes burned, staring helplessly into the void. Park Jimin's words once again stabbed him in the back of his throat.
"I don't love you."
He was gasping for air again and was searching... searching for something on the floor when a series of loud knocks come from his door. He ignored the ruckus, blindingly opening the nightstand drawers to find the small bottle.
"Don't you dare touch the pills!"
The door opened harshly and Hoseok come running inside the room as soon as Seokjin turned the light on. Yoongi was slumping next to his nightstand, face red with swollen eyes and drools next to lips as he sobs miserably at the sight of his two best friends. Hoseok's expression vivid with horrifying thoughts as he grab Yoongi off the floor and pushed him on the bed.
Hoseok feel a lump in his throat, lips trembling, "Stop crying, you had this coming! You told me so a few days ago too! Fuck fuck FUCK. I don't want to see you like this again Yoongi..." Seokjin only hugs himself tighter when Hoseok threw a punch on the wall, the brunette left out an exasperated sigh.
"You remember what happened to your ex right? I humiliated him, trash him in the garbage after that and got him expelled. You don't want that for Park Jimin too, do you?" Hoseok sneered, brushing away his disheveled bang before sitting next to the shaking Yoongi.
"When Seokjin warned you, you only told us to 'stop prying into my business', Yoongi look at me, listen." Yoongi glared toward the younger, his pupils moving unfocused. Hoseok gritted his teeth, "as your best friend, I can't just let people hurt you. Can't let you hurt yourself either, don't take those pills. You've been through this." Hoseok thumbs the running tears off Yoongi's face.
Hoseok's voice is a mere whispers, but it's loud in-between them. "You can do it again, hyung."
Seokjin slowly walk next to the bed, dragging his numbing legs, grabbing onto Yoongi before he pulled the younger in his embrace, tight. Seokjin doesn't know what he's feeling, fazed with everything that's happening simultaneously, but he is glad. He is relieved.
At least, this time they weren't too late. At least this time, they're gonna be on Yoongi's side to protect him. To help him go through his misery.
"H-hyung.. Jin, Jin hyung.." Yoongi sobbed, nails digging into Seokjin's sweater. "I love him... Ilovehim.. Ilovehimhyung... it hurts ithurtssomuch.. icantbreathe.. please..." Yoongi open his mouth to let out a wail but he only gasped for air, eyes lost while trying desperately to stare on Seokjin.
"Is.. he okay?"
"Yoongi stop! What's the use of asking-" Seokjin shushed the enraged Hoseok, shaking his head slowly before patting Yoongi on his head.
"He.. Has his friends. He's gonna be okay." Seokjin's throat dry with only few words being said. "You too. You'll be okay too." Yoongi tensed when Seokjin clutched on his shoulder tightened. The older give him a glance before smiling.
"If love is meant to be, it will never leave." Seokjin's voice is soft, like the morning breeze greeting the horizon but his expression cold, fierce like the snowstorm. His eyes resurrecting, but its pupil shrink, voids of feelings. One would immediately notice the harshness in his expression.
"Hobi will help you turn in your last project, I'll be here to watch over you. You can go to sleep, yeah?"
Yoongi didn't realize his hiccuping has somehow stopped, leaving him thirsty with numbness around his face. He wasn't reacting, finally understanding he's overwhelmed with what he is feeling. His shaky hands cold like ice, chest moving up and down fast and Seokjin has to wave several times for Yoongi to stay focus.
"Stop thinking." Hoseok had said. A damp cloth was slowly rubbing his face as he heard few more blurry words feom his friends that he doesn't have the energy to figure it out.
The emotions has finally eating him up and he's losing his endurance over it. His eyelashes flutters, lowering to his feet before turning his gaze to the corner of his room.
Jimin took back all of his belongings from the room, leaving only the matching pyjama neatly folded on the chair.
In exchange, he took Yoongi's feeling with him.
I wanted the truth, and you tell me lie.
Yoongi refused to take his eyes off the folded clothes, a droplet of tear fell down his swollen cheek.
But I still want you.
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The end.
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GUYS I'M JUST JOKING, OF COURSE I'LL GIVE HAPPY ENDING, BET
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