Unwanted Love || Jikook Story

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Playing the voice record, Jimin was quite annoyed at those unknown numbers bothering his dry contacts, but as the words collided on his heart, bombarding louder than bombs, his expression fell.

It was Jungkook's usual soft voice, just shaky and broken, as if he lost someone dear to him again- perhaps just lost himself, and concluding from that one sentence, there was definitely something wrong.

Or else, what would "This world is better without me" mean?

Jimin didn't fancy the brown haired boy, not at all, definitely not after being mutilated because of him. Anyhow, his heart wasn't as frozen as a winter lake. There was this pigment of warmth ablaze within the withering roses, that wouldn't allow anyone to let go of their lives so soon.

He tried to call the number, yet no reply was heard, and it only worried him more. Wearing a jacket from the angry rain outside and a pair of sneakers, he whimpered in pain as he carried his umbrella and rushed to Jungkook's--more like Yoongi's apartment--that he has seen once when Taehyung was still alive-

And cheating on him nonetheless.

Crumbling a random bunch of tissues in his pocket, he closed the door behind him and paced rapidly down the damp streets, eying sorrowful thick grey clouds and luminous silver glimpses escaping the hidden moon.

Finally at the house he recognized, it hit him that he doesn't remember which apartment is Jungkook's from those, and he cursed, calling the number again, again and again. Relief filled him, it was ample to hear the same frail softness from the other line, Jungkook who was in his bathtub, knife shining as tears delineated his doe eyes.

"Jungkook? Is everything fine? May I know your apartment number? Please, I'm worried, are you okay?" He spoke faster for the younger to grasp, the adressed boy managing to release a slight chuckle.

"Everything will be fine" Jungkook replied in an alarming calmness, trembling fingers gripping on the blade. He had no reason to tell Jimin, he didn't want to be stopped, and he knew the other probably doesn't care in the first place.

Even if he cares, nothing matters anymore.

"Fucking answer me! Are you intending on something?" Frustration is the closest feeling to how Jimin sounded, now stepping into the building and heading to the elevator.

Taehyung's memories ran through his mind. Second floor.