Joon and I finally sat down on the couch that we dragged from the living room to the basement.
We were exhausted. We had fought after dinner for no reason at all and ended up drinking wine and discussing philosophy. At some point of the argument, we decided we needed a more comfortable seating arrangement.
"I still don't get it." I said, pouring the last drop of wine in Joon's cup. We had been going back and forth about some random discussion we always took up when bored. "So basically, all you have to say is science is more prevalent than magic?"
"No," Joon shook his head exasperatedly. "Science is more consistent than magic. When you put a certain amount of energy into something, the same amount of energy comes out when you destroy it. Always."
"Same thing happens in magic. You put something in and it gives something," I argued. "The only difference is that magic is exclusive to certain people." To the rich.
"The thing with science is the exactness of it all. It's replicable and reliable. It's no coincidence we build all of our industries based on science, not magic." Joon leaned his head on the back of the couch and looked positively dazed by the marvel of science. I still didn't get what was so fascinating about it, but I loved how passionate Joon was about it.
Joon looked at me moving his head just a little to the side. "He hasn't been here in days." He was talking about Jungkook. He had left early the other morning and hadn't been back.
I felt guilty, but I wasn't really sure what I did.
"He likes you," he stated.
"No, he doesn't." To be completely honest, it had crossed my mind. The possibility, but I didn't want to assume.
He straightened up. "What if he does?"
"There isn't anything to do, Joon."
He sighed. "It's always the same with you. There are always things you can do, you know. Always ways out." I could feel his frustration as he put his cup down.
"No, Joon. Sometimes there aren't." We had had this discussion before and I really didn't want to continue it. I stood up to leave.
"Don't fucking run again." That's what I did. Run. Hide. That's what I wanted to do again. Fly.
"I have never experienced anyone with so many fucking problem and who is so fucking passive about every single one of them."
I hated hearing those words. Everything rang so true. So loud. "Maybe I deserve all those fucking problems." I could hardly hear myself as all my doubts poured out and my wings took form, snapping to its full width. "Maybe I caused all these problems," I said into the silence, much more quietly. Crack.
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Фанфик"Why does everyone keep saying that? How isn't it me when I did it? I thought it. With my own brain and did it," I shouted. " And I still can sense the thought, the thought of wanting to kill you." He just kindly looked back at me and said, "Then t...
