muse(ic)//mygxreader

09💬

(A/n: another trigger warning for self harm. Same rules as last time, I'll put ** at beginning and end. If I see disrespectful comments I will report. Be kind, this is a real thing many people, including myself, have and do suffer with. I won't take disrespect in my books. And for those who don't think I'll read every comment, sweetie, I reply to every comment.)

"Jungkook, do you believe in love?" Namjoon asked.

The younger boy looked up from his tablet, where he was editing a video. He had started a YouTube channel the last couple months where he'll post vlogs under the name G.C.F.. "What do you mean? Don't you love us?"

Namjoon shook his head, rolling off the bed to sit infront of Jungkook, "Not like platonic love, of course that exists or everyone would be lonely, but like romantic love. Do you believe in it?"

The boy thought for a moment. He had been hurt in love before, making him believe any form was only a thing of fairy tales. Though, recently, he started to believe again. This group in which he found himself feeling safe, consisted of the purest and rawest love he ever felt.

"Yes."

Namjoon nodded, not answering but instead leaving the younger's room, making Jungkook confused.

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"Did you think of me when you were having sex with her?" Seokjin yelled.

"What do you think? Of course not! You don't matter that much!" Jackson yelled back.

Seokjin's eyes burned as tears started to form, "I see it. You're trying to victimize yourself. Why don't you just own up and admit you're a lying, filthy, stupid, hopeless, monster who finds pleasure in ruining other people!?" At this point, tears were spilling down his cheeks, he could taste the saltines on his lips. His voice was cracking. The desperation in his voice made Jackson's response hurt even more.

His voice monotone, "I know that about me. But when will you admit it about you?" Seokjin fell to his knees, sobs racking his body, as Jackson walked away.

"Cut!" The director yelled.

Jackson came back and handed the boy a box of tissues to wipe his tears once he stood up. Both faced the group of writers, casting director's, and other actors.

"Thank you. You both did good. Seokjin?" The main director said.

"Yes, Sir?"

"What's your experience?"

Nervously licking his lips, he replied, "None, Sir." A few laughs could be heard from the crowd. He adverted his eyes.

Jackson nudged him, trying to silently tell him to not feel ashamed, every actor starts with no experience.

"You may go."

The two bowed and left.

Once they reached the parking lot, Jackson turned to Seokjin. "You did good in there. They're going to pick you."

The aspiring actor shook his head, "Almost hundred auditions. I put my all into the character. I'll stay up weeks to memorize lines. Yet I never even gotten a damn call back."

Jackson nodded, not wanting to worsen the situation by saying everyone deals with rejection. "A few friends and I are going to the bar later, wanna join?"

Getting into his car, he shook his head again. Only this time with a small smile appearing on his lips. "Nah, it's Tuesday. Movie night with my family."

The other boy's eyes widened, "You that close to you family?"

His smile grew more, "Blood makes you related. Loyalty is what makes you family."