Eyes Never Lie (Taekook/ Vkook)

4. Try me

"When do you plan to tell him?" Jin spoke with a mouthful of pasta while wiping the sauce that dribbled down his chin.

They were on their little bench in the street park beside Jin's spa place. Jungkook had his head rested on Jin's shoulder while the other, having finished his own, was now feasting on the take-out that Jungkook had refused to eat.

"Yeah I thought about it so.... Never."

"Jungkook he's your fiance."

"Nice facts you state there." he said smiling sadly as he lifted his head when Jin turned to face him now all straightened and stoic. He never did appreciate this 'let's have a talk'  look on his friend. Or on anyone for that matter.

"Jin please. Not now."

"Then when?" Jungkook flinched at the raised voice. He always did these days. Sometimes he did without even the raise of voice in the actual world, just the ones in his head.
"Giving you a safe place to keep your pills doesn't count as helping you, but I'm a broke college student and that's the most I can do. You have to tell Taehyung."

"Dr. Osbourne said it's common these days with the pressure of survival accorded with my failures in establishing a career. He says if I just hold on, I will be fine."

"Are you, though? Are you holding on? No you're not! You're deteriorating every single day!"

"No I'm not! I'm improving!"

"Yeah? Tell me why did you decide to ditch today's auditions? Why are you taking two pills everyday when you're clearly prescribed one? Why is your apetite not even half of what it used to be? Tell me why you're apprehensive of telling your thoughts to a person you've been best friends with for 13 years? And why the fuck are you not only concealing the truth from your fiancé, but going extreme measures just to hide from him!"

"Shutup Jin please!"

"No I will not! It's frustrating to see everyone take mental health so casually! If it wasn't me pushing, would you have even visited the doctor at all? This is depression we're talking about!! It sucks away the person from inside! Why would you choose that just because you're too much of a wuss to let people know!!" Jin's face practically simulated a ripened tomato.

"P-please n-no yelling." he whimpered dragging his hands atop his ears, eyes brimming with the blur that now seems to be hiding a mere film beneath his cornea.

"Leave him alone, Jin." a voice had them both whipping their heads to the back seeing the guy who it belonged to.

"Bosco!" Jungkook rubbed his fists on his eyes and looked up again to see his friend smiling back at him.

Bosco Frigin. Jungkook's friend from acting class. Tall, handsome, a decent actor, and severely imbibed by the death hole of racism, courtesy to his color in a country of flour-skinned. Peculiarly everything Jungkook, sparing the undaunted filter-less way of speaking.

Jungkook and him only acquainted  two years ago at the school congregation, then catching up time to time at auditions and this park that was a beehive to the lost souls around lunch time.

He discovered Jungkook's much obscured secret through a habit of eavesdropping a conversation before his grand entrance, much like he did now. However it wasn't an issue for Jungkook when he turned out to be more than supportive, in his own unique way ofcourse.

"If he doesn't want to tell that detective, he doesn't. It's his own matter." Jungkook smiled at the other turning back to Jin holding his pleading puppy eyes.

"No, it's not. It would have been 'his own matter' if he was perhaps just sad about something and did not wish to share. That's his own matter. This is a mental illness! It needs to be talked about. It needs constant support of his people."