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Over

The laughter made Jungkook want to yell at his seniors. He couldn't focus on anything and they were disturbing him more with their consistent chatter. "Oh fuck!" One of the men cursed and then Jungkook heard pin-drop silence. He turned around, catching them looking straight at him. 

"What is it?" He asked. 

"Sorry, kid." The team lead mumbled, fumbling with the phone in his hand.

Jungkook realized what had happened. He could have cried, but he had no more tears left in him. All he wanted to do was shrivel up and dissipate into nothingness. "Can I see?" He asked, his voice cool and calm. 

The man nodded and handed him the phone. Jungkook scrolled to the top, seeing the conversation started last night, somewhere hours after their fight. He began to read from the beginning. 

Hey, I got your number from the freelance website you work on. I think you are quite handsome and I'd like to know more about you.

Who is it?

As I said, I got your number from the website. I am a boy, 19. My height is 5'10  and I am looking for something casual.

What's your name and how do I know you are someone who you say you are? 

I have no reason to lie. Are you single? 

Hello? Where did you go?

Hello?

What do you seek through this conversation?

I want to have my first time with you... If you are interested that is.

I do have a boyfriend, but I can do other stuff if that works.

What other stuff?

That was the last text from late at night and the next text was from a few moments ago. 

Listen, I am in a relationship, but I am not happy. I am sexually frustrated sometimes. Things aren't really going well between us. I also think he would cheat on me the moment he gets an opportunity. I don't want to do this... But at the same time, I have every reason to. It would be good to chat and sext sometimes. We can exchange nudes and video chat too. I don't want more than that. If you are okay with it, let me know.

A drop that Jungkook thought was impossible finally fell on the phone screen. One thing he took pride in and one thing that made him want to believe that their relationship could sail along the storm was shattered now.

It hurt too much. He had known that it was over for a long time, but he knew he had to act on it tonight, and it only made him so devastated that he felt every ounce of happiness that he had ever felt getting sucked out and replaced by an icy and bitter feeling.

A woman colleague walked up to him and hugged him when she saw him crying. Turning around, she shook her head at all the men who thought it would be a good idea to test out the loyalty of people's partners. Seeing Jungkook's situation, everyone panicked. 

**

Jungkook couldn't stay at the office and left after taking permission from his manager. He was making Mrs. Sago worry, lying, and hiding things from his parents, and for what? It was too much pain.

He stepped into a liquor store and bought a bottle of whiskey. Finding a place in a public park, he opened the bottle and glugged it down until his lungs burned. When that happened, he heaved and wheezed, crying hysterically and seeing that people were looking at him weirdly.

He knew he had to go home before someone called the police. He would have been drunk, but with all the pain and worries dancing in his head, intoxication stood no chance. Hopping into a cab, he reached home all the while feeling nauseated.

When he was getting inside the elevator, he saw Jimin outside, talking to someone. 

The man spotted Jungkook and looked at him swaying uncontrollably while he didn't look all that well. "Please excuse me," Jimin asked the society manager and lurked towards Jungkook's building elevator door, which shut down the moment he could reach it. 

Jimin stopped and wondered if it was even a good idea to follow Jungkook. 

Meanwhile, the boy opened the apartment door after reaching up and walked straight to the bedroom. Jin was startled when he saw Jungkook, a giggling mess that smelled terrible. "Jin Hyung," the boy said sweetly. "Oh, my savior. How you have saved me and brought me to see this day."

"What did you drink?" Jin sat up and looked at Jungkook suspiciously. Jungkook was puking his guts out in the next second. "What did you do?!" Jin asked again, this time, raising his voice. 

"Poison... I drank poison," Jungkook whispered, shushing by putting his own finger on his lips. 

Jin's eyes widened and he immediately reached for his laptop, clicking on it. "Why did you do it, Jungkook?" He asked. 

"Why did you what?" Jungkook hiccupped. 

"You drank it by your own wish. Say it."

Jungkook scoffed. "Does it matter? All that matters is that I am gonna die now." 

Jin brought the boy in his lap and tapped his cheeks. "Say that I didn't force you to do it. You did it with your own wish."

It was now Jungkook spotted a voice recorder on Jin's laptop and he sat up, looking at the man, bewildered, heartbroken, shell-shocked to his core. He thought nothing Jin had in store would surprise him anymore, but how wrong he was proven.

"DID YOU EVER LOVE ME?!" He screamed.

Jin slid back and held his laptop close like he always did, as if his life depended on it. "I need some air," the man dashed out of the house, taking his phone and dialing his brother.

"Hyung, Jungkook says he's drunk poison. I have recorded his statement that he did it on his own. I am scared. What do I do?"

"Okay, okay... I am leaving now. I'll be back tomorrow."

Jimin, who was hearing Jin's whole telephonic conversation near the elevator, sprinted through the open door to see Jungkook dry-heaving. "Hey!" He immediately bent down and started rubbing his back."Let's go to the doctor." Jimin was panicked after hearing the word 'poison', so he didn't wait for Jungkook to stop and picked him up.

He knew that he shouldn't be there irrespective of if Jungkook indeed had taken something poisonous, but so far, he could only smell the whiskey. "Leave me alone!" Jungkook pushed Jimin back, hitting his chest, unable to see whom he was talking to as his eyes were filled with tears.

"Not an option." Jimin picked him and Jungkook held on to him as the former carried the latter to the elevator.