I lied, it's a double update day!
- Vio
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Jeon Jungkook had always wanted to be an actor. Since he was barely able to walk, he'd forced his parts to sit and clap while as he gave the performance of his lifetime using nonsensical words and stuffed animals as props. He'd grown up in theater, working all of high school to afford acting coaches and on-camera acting classes in the city. He'd gotten his first real role sophomore year as a guest on a soap opera, clawing his way through cheesy Netflix roles before finally catching his big break with a world record breaking movie.

As he walked down the street towards a cafe Celeste had told him Namjoon would be at, Jungkook felt a similar rush go down his spine that came with botching an audition. His actor brain was starting to run through the lines that this conversation could go with, trying to come up with the perfect replies to anything Namjoon could throw at him. Would he forgive him? Could he?

Would he curse him out instead?

The cafe was now in view, the sky pitch black behind the pastel green walls and flower pots hanging around it. His breath caught in his throat, looking around as if there were cameras, lighting, and a mic crew to cue him to walk inside. He blushed a bit realizing that there was no such thing. The cafe wasn't a set, the meeting wasn't scripted, there would be no more takes to do after this.

He looked through the window, swallowing as he saw Kim Namjoon drumming his fingers nervously on the table. He had an iced coffee in front of him, his trench coat laid down on the seat next to him. His hair was a mess, bags deep under his eyes, and cheeks slightly sunken. Jungkook watched as his ex fiancé pulled out his phone, checking the time which would say it was only ten twenty, ten minutes before Jungkook was supposed to walk in and their movie scene would start rolling.

But now, standing in front of the door, just one step away, Jungkook found himself frozen in place. Namjoon looked like a wreck. All this time Jungkook was sure it was just him hurting - but here was evidence it was mutual.

What was he doing here? He found the thought echoing in his head. He looked again at the iced coffee and felt a tug in his chest when Jimin brought him an iced coffee on set. It was the first time Jimin had tried to reach out to Jungkook - in his own stubborn way. A part of Jungkook longed for LA again, it was so far from everything that had happened here in Seoul.

Why was he here? He thought again, stepping away from the cafe. If he walked into the cafe now, would his past consume him? Hadn't he worked so hard to move on? How much has Namjoon already taken away from him? Months of being numb, mutual friends, a future he'd fallen for. The break up took time away from Jungkook's job, made it harder to act, harder to move. How much had that man already taken from Jungkook - how much more would he let go?

Jimin.

Jungkook felt a dam break in his head. There was nothing left to salvage with Namjoon. Not only was there no point to it, but Jungkook realized then why he couldn't shake Namjoon off all this time. He felt his ex fiancé's gaze, a stranger's gaze, lift from his cup and land on Jungkook through the window. Namjoon's eyes went wide and Jungkook watched as he winced.

Waking up to Jimin, Jungkook realized, was his favorite thing in the whole world. Because Jungkook would always wake up first - despite the fire that cracked in Jimin's chest, the guy could beat the dead in how much he loved to sleep in. When the sun would finally hit and Jimin couldn't sneak in any extra minutes, his eyes would flicker open. Jungkook loved watching the way Jimin's gaze was always hazed as it landed on Jungkook, a smile spreading on his lips before it would break into a grin when he realized Jungkook wasn't a dream.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. Namjoon's hands were shaking as he started to stand, face crestfallen as his gaze begged Jungkook to come inside.

Jungkook felt like someone had hit him over the head with a brick.

God, I'm an idiot. Jungkook thought as he held Namjoon's gaze. It surprised him how nothing flipped in his chest. He didn't feel like running, he didn't feel cornered or like he was sinking. He felt loose, actually. Like strings were cut from his arms and legs. A rock released from his chest.

Jungkook laughed again, pulling out his phone and sending a quick text to Hoseok. He hoped his manager could pull some strings and get the entire check list of things Jungkook would need for tomorrow set up in time.

He then gave Namjoon one nod and turned on his heel, calling a cab to take him to the one conversation he actually had to have tonight. To the person who matters. Who means something to Jungkook. Who Jungkook had one chance to fix what he'd fucked up instead of sit across a broken man and hear empty words that would only unravel him further.

Namjoon was a bruise for Jungkook to press, and he'd indulged enough in it.

Jungkook stole one last glance at Namjoon's pale face and messy hair. Again, that sensation of something slamming into him clattered against his head. He'd been wrong, about Namjoon. A part of him must have always known the truth, but it'd taken seeing him again to truly understand what that truth was.

Jungkook didn't love Namjoon, hadn't since Namjoon sat on his bed and told him it was over. It wasn't love that drove him crazy, it was anger. While maybe no one would understand, and maybe he'd go to Hell for it, but physically seeing that Jungkook wasn't the only one hurt by what happened was enough to release the iron grip his past held on him.

So, despite waiting years for this exact moment, the chance to speak with Namjoon, to yell and curse at him, to hear him apologize, Jungkook walked away. He asked the cab to head to the only party every celebrity was whispering about for weeks and ran towards his future instead.

That is, if Jimin wouldn't slap him first.

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"Hey cutie." A blue haired model said, reaching for Jungkook's arm as he tore through the party crowd.

"Have you seen Jimin?" Jungkook asked, shaking the guy off who pouted and shook his head. Jungkook cursed. Even though the party was massive, you'd think someone as famous as Jimin would be easy to spot.

Jungkook turned the corner, avoiding a puddle of a spilled vodka-cran.

"You." Jungkook heard a voice growl. He blinked, frowning as he saw a sweat ridden, defeated Seokjin blink back at him.

"Don't have time." Jungkook said as he waved him off, pushing past into the next room where two girls were making out on the staircase.

"Sorry, have you guys seen Jimin anywhere?" Jungkook asked. The girl with longer hair furrowed her brows while her partner glared daggers at Jungkook's neck for interrupting them.

"I think he's on the roof?"

"I'm sorry - what?"

"Like the third floor one. Sorta like a roof thing. I don't know, that's where I last saw him." She said before her friend wiped some white powder from under her nose, turning the girls attention back on her and they went back to making out.

Jungkook thanked them, shoving his way up two flights of stairs before racing to find some kind of patio door.

He found an open window instead where a drunk figure was swaying to music on the other side.

"Jimin!" Jungkook yelled, crawling through the window as his heart raced. Jimin's crop top was riding up his stomach, his hair clinging messily to his forehead while his makeup started to smear by his eyes. The beautiful man was holding the neck to a bottle of whiskey, swinging it back like it was water. "Jimin!" Jungkook tried again.

"You." Jimin said as his eyes landed on Jungkook, taking a stumbling step back before righting himself. Jungkook raced forward - Jimin was so close to the edge.

"Why are you on a fucking roof!" Jungkook yelled, reaching for Jimin's arm as he stumbled dangerously close to the ledge. Music boomed from below them, people partying by the pool and gardens around the house. The sky was so dark against all the colorful lights cascading against the drunk celebrities.

"Happy Birthday Jiminie!" Jimin hummed, swinging the whiskey back.

Jungkook finally caught a hold of Jimin, but the actor shoved him off, slipping his food over the ledge of the roof before regaining his balance.

"Jimin, I was wrong. I was wrong about everything." Jungkook tried again, desperately hoping to catch Jimin's eyes. "Happy birthday, Jimin. I should have said it a million times by now. I should have said it so many times you were sick of me and kicked me out of your house because you couldn't listen to another happy birthday Jimin."

Jimin giggled, a stupid grin on his face as he finally took Jungkook in. "All alone!" Jimin sang, stretching his arms out and a gust of wind blew his hair back. Jimin almost leaned into it. "Wasn't yesterday," he hiccupped, "am today!"

"Jimin. No, never. Never again. One time, you asked me if they were just words when I said I loved you. They weren't then, and they aren't just words now. I love you, Jimin. I will never cause you pain again. I promise." Jungkook said, his voice steady. It didn't matter if Jimin was drunk, he'd say it again when Jimin was sober. Then again the next day. Then again and again and again because it was the one true thing Jungkook knew about himself.

Jimin frowned, settling his focus on Jungkook and a flicker of sobriety danced through them. He opened his mouth to say something before his foot slipped over the ledge.

"Jimin!" Jungkook yelled, lunging for him as Jimin lost his footing entirely. The bottle slipped from his wrist, flying down beneath them and Jungkook felt the world freeze in that moment. He watched himself, almost as if he were watching a movie where he was the lead, not even hesitate for a second as he dived for Jimin's frame. His hands met Jimin's waist, hugging him close as the two started to fly from the roof.

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- Vio