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Too Deep In The Game

I get up early and don't bother with my look. Throwing on a simple black dress, I get in to the SUV parked outside.

My mum sees me on the way, "Where are you going looking like this? Have you no shame?"

"I don't care, it's a funeral, not a party.", I mumble.

She shakes her head in disapproval, "What have I done to deserve such a horrible child?"

I rolled my eyes and walked away. The SUV begins to drive; the location isn't too far from here; maybe just a few minutes to be honest. I get out as soon as the car stops and stand there. It's not a large funeral and the weather isn't our supporter, it's pouring. The funeral commences and tears stream down my face. She was so lovely; she wasn't another Jennie in my life. After the funeral, paparazzi crowd me but I take no heed of them. My thoughts are too far from where I am physically and I'm too tired. I haven't slept for so many days and I won't be sleeping a lot more since my wedding's in two days. I check my phone on the way back home, so many calls and texts from Yoongi.

"Hello.", I say.

"Thank god you answered.", he sighs.

"I'm not dead.", I murmur, "I wish I was though."

"Don't you dare say that.", he says in a warning tone.

"Why? Look at me, everyone sees me as evil, I'd be better off six feet under."

"Don't give up like this. People come and go.", he comforts.

"This isn't just people coming and going, this is people being murdered, by me!", I yell.

"It's not your fault, you know that, stop listening to what people say."

"No, no, just leave me be!", I small the phone down.

Everyone, as much as I have accusers around me, I have supporters too. But I don't want supporters, I don't deserve them. I'm a horrible person and I don't why I even tried to change, I will forever stay the same.

Yoongi POV

I don't call Y/N back again. I know she's mad and stressed and sad. She has everything piled on to her. She must be so so tired as well from all this rushing about and it's not like she can have a lie in tomorrow, tomorrow is the last day of preparations before the wedding. It would be a lie to say I'm not mad, I am but I understand. I can see why she can't take comfort from anybody, sometimes there are moments when you feel like you don't deserve it. But I wish she'd know that instead of being stubborn, taking some comfort instead, helps. I long to see her again, even though we just met recently. I know this sounds soft but I think, if this marriage really must go on, I want to fulfil my side of promises. I gaze outside intently, I really do want to fulfil my side of promises for her because she's been through so much.

Jimin POV

I look at the crowds of journalists and cameramen outside, all waiting for a comment from Y/N. My envy levels shoot up again. I want this attention. Namjoon comes in to my room without permission.

"How many times have I told you to knock on the door?", I say.

"I don't care what you say. Where has the boy that respected his hyung so much gone?", he asks sadly.

"There was never that boy, it was all fake and innocence of youth.", I explain.

"No Jimin, it was real. Ever since Y/N left, you've been engulfed in all this game of power and wealth. She's played that game too and now look how hard it's proving for her. You can stop before it's too late.", he advices.

"I don't want to stop.", I look at him, "I don't want to stop. I've learnt that no one can be trusted and only money and power will get you places. I won't stop till I get where I want to be. And Y/N's not trying to get out of the game, she's revelling in it. Don't you see? This is all an act."

"It's not an act!", he shouts. Namjoon isn't the type to shout, my blood goes cold, "This isn't an act. She's genuinely sad over the loss of her friend but you can't see it like that because you may have not indulged enough in this game to be completely lost in it, but enough to not be able to see right and wrong."

"I don't get it, why do you support her so much?", I ask.

"Because I want to save you before it's too late, stop Jungkook from following you and bring back the happiness we had.", he says breathlessly.

"That wasn't happiness, it was innocence of youth, I told you that. Grow up!", I instruct.

"Jimin, try believe me for a second only and I swear this whole world will flip for you.", and he goes away.

I hate to say it, but everything Namjoon has so far said, has become true. He's like a teller of the prophecies. Can I really trust Y/N? Can we make it like before? My thought spiral out of control, it hurts to think like this but I've been wounded too many times by the lies of people that it's hard to stay close with anyone.