Minie Or Jimin?
Both Of Them Are The Same.

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Author's Pov

It was 11 in the night and Jungkook's work ended peacefully with him, busying himself with a load of important paperwork from other companies that had just been given by NamJoon. He sighed in relief when he signed the last paper before leaning his back against his leather chair, energy already drained out.

"Some sleep would help," Jungkook mumbled to himself and closed his eyes, decided to take a nap but an image of Jimin and him cuddling in the same chair he sit that time flashed inside his mind, causing him to open his doe's eyes instantly. "Shit." He cursed under his breath, silently swearing at his brain for even remembering the scene.

"I need to stop this. I can't cheat on Aíden with Jimin... He doesn't even love me. It's not even worth it." Jungkook mumbled to himself, glancing at the drawer below his table; remembered the beautiful photo he kept in it. Don't be mad but he needed to make a decision. If he chooses Jimin, he will lose Aíden and surely his best friends along; they won't accept the male again in his life. But if he chooses Aíden, he won't lose anything but Jimin; the reason for his euphoria.

But you can search for happiness, right? It's in your hands, whether you choose to be happy or not.

"Just moved on Jungkook. There's no use in loving him again and again just to hurt yourself in the end." He mumbled further, touching the drawer; feeling the cold and rough texture against his palm. His long slender fingers traced the box surface before stopping right at the PINs area, hesitated to push the numbers. "I needed to. It's for everyone's good." He convinced himself and push down several buttons, hearing it clicked later.

There... The image of Jimin in a photo frame stands beautifully in it as Jungkook didn't waste any time than to grab it and stare at it; feeling some kind of throbbing in his chest area by the mere thought he will throw this away. Yes. He needed to throw everything in his life that has something related to Jimin in any way so that he could move on without remembering the older one every second.

It might be a long hell way but the least he can do is to try–

🎶You just want attention, you don't want my heart~ Maybe you just hate the thought of me meeting someone new~🎶

"Hmm?" He glanced down at his phone that was placed on top of the table along with his files, hearing it ring and vibrating; catching his awareness. Without wasting any time, he put down the photo frame and grabbed the phone, meeting with a bright screen that displayed; Tae-Hyung on it. "Hyung? Shouldn't he's working right now?" Jungkook asked himself, wondering what may cause the reason by the sudden call but nonetheless, he picked it up either way.

"Hello, hyung..." He greeted, hearing the hospital background sound along with his best friend breathing. Yes, Taehyung is a doctor. The male work in the emergency part of the hospital which caused him to be busier than usual; leading their relationship to distant a little bit.

"Hello, Jungkook... Did you finish your work? Yoongi had something important to announce so he decided to meet at the club. All of us."

He frowned upon the news. The word club triggered his brain, bringing him back to the time where he and Jimin met. Though there's a possibility it will not be a similar club, he is still kinda off by it; knowing he will recollect those old memories just by seeing neon lights around the space.

"Hello, Jungkook? You there?"

Taehyung concerned voice interrupted his thoughts, coming back to his sense as his doe's eyes unconsciously landed on the photo frame he hold just now. "Yeah, I'm here..." He mumbled under his breath, thinking hard whether to attend the meeting or not; biting his lower lips harshly.

"Is this about Jimin again?" The older asked annoyed, voice already deeper.

"What? No– nothing. I was thinking about something else... Sorry." Jungkook replied instantly, not wanting his best friend to doubt any further; knowing one thing leads to another. It's great enough for Jungkook that Taehyung didn't know Jimin was working with him. He couldn't imagine what will the older do if he knows that Jimin was here all along. The confrontation will be nasty for sure.

"Oh really? Then tell me, what's the something you think until you lost your focus Jeon Jungkook..."

The younger gulped at that. He knows that Taehyung purposely focused on the word something to mock him. Maybe, if there's a ranking on who hates Jimin the most Jungkook will be on the list but certainly; Taehyung was top on the list. The moment he told the older about their relationship and how Jimin left him hanging alone, the male despised him the most. Though some could say he's overreacting, Jungkook couldn't blame him and understand why.

Taehyung experience that before him... He was used and thrown away.

"Nothing. Sure, I'll be there. Send me the club name." Jungkook said, controlling his voice well so that the other won't think anything else. He is determined to move on from Jimin so might as well start now. As much as brave and strong he is, he's still a human who has many flaws and weaknesses. Unfortunately, in this case, Jimin is his powerful weaknesses.

"Sure, I share it later. Just finished with stomach surgery... Bye."

Taehyung replied and hung the call shortly, not waiting for the other reply. Unexpectedly, the little action makes Jungkook sad, thinking the older friend hates him. Though he knows it could just be because of his emergency work, Jungkook still couldn't convince himself by the excuses. With a sigh, he shut off his phone and put it on the table.

He glanced to the right, where Jimin's picture was laying on beautifully. "Right." He mumbled under his breath, remembering what he's about to do earlier. He stared at the photo, unconsciously tightening his grip around the wooden frame. For some reason, he couldn't let it go. He couldn't imagine if he throw the last photo of Jimin he have.

But then again, he needed to do it.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and throw the photo in the small dustbin that was placed beside his table, hearing the glass photo cover crack. By listening to it, he immediately regretted his doing and opened his eyes as he glanced at the trashcan; seeing the wooden frame separated from its part. And there, he saw Jimin's beautiful face, feeling his heart, break.

He hold out his hand, decided to take the photo back but failed to do so when he heard his phone chime; meaning someone just messages him. By the mentioning, Jungkook recalled the call he had just now; remember that Taehyung said he will share the club location. "Taehyung..." He mumbled under his breath and gulped, looking back on the photo; knowing the next morning it will be no more there since the workers will clean it up.

"Yes. I needed to do this. Get your head together!!" He cursed under his breath and stood up from the chair, trying hard to not look down as he grabbed his phone and didn't waste any time to step out of the room; not even thinking further about his decision.

While he's driving to the club, Jimin on the other side is standing in his balcony room; staring at the moon with a soft smile on his face. When Aíden sends him home, SeokJin was shocked by the information and immediately checked his hand, asking Jimin if he feels hurt again and again until the younger whined; tired of being treated like a glass doll.

"🎶~ Shaking your head like it's all wrong, Before you're here you're already gone, And even with the light all around you, You're all alone in the dark ~🎶 " Jimin sings peacefully, loving how the pill he took earlier works longer than usual. Normally, it only lasted about a few hours before the voice echoed his head again but this time it's quiet. It's almost too quiet.

"Stop singing. Your voice is ugly."

Jimin frowned upon that, doesn't expect the voice to come back in his head. For certain reasons, his chest started to ache badly, leading him to unconsciously move his hand to his chest; putting a little bit of pressure there in the hope it will stop. He knows what's happening and no. He won't let it happen. Not when SeokJin is downstairs, cooking.

"You're so pathetic, Min... Look at yourself... That's why nobody loves you. You're too weak." The voice spoke in his head as Jimin groaned in suffering, grabbing onto the balcony; feeling his chest hurting further. "I'm not weak– you m-monster!!" He yelled out loud to no one, unknowingly this caught SeokJin attention who was frying pieces of chicken in a pot.

"What's wrong with this kid?" He raised a question to himself, thinking as his hand didn't stop putting the fresh-cut chicken in the pot. "Is he– Wait. No shit." He cursed under his breath when he realized what is happening as he quickly let go of the chopsticks in his hand and removed his apron before running to the living room; leading his way to Jimin.

Reaching there, he could hear the younger screams in pain more evidently, making him more panic and didn't waste any time stepping on the stairs. "Wait– oh shit sherlock. Knife." He cursed to himself and ran back down, grabbing a knife in the younger's kitchen to protect himself before continuing the way to Jimin's room.

The older halted his step instantly when he heard the scream suddenly stop. He gulped nervously before tightening his grip around the knife he hold. No, he's not going to do anything to Jimin if that's what you worried about. The knife is for himself. To protect himself from the things he's about to face later on.

With a deep breath, he continued the walk; slowly reaching Jimin's bedroom door. "I can do this. I can do this." He mumbled to himself like a mantra, feeling his anxiety grow further inside when he's getting more close to the area. He reached the doorknob after a few seconds and unsurely opened the room only to meet with nothing other than darkness.

He choked on his saliva, hesitantly holding out his hand to open the light and when he does, he took a deep breath by the sight in front of him.

There, Jimin in black see-through lace nightwear; sitting on the bed while his back leaning against the headboard along with a glass of wine in his hand as his legs perfectly crossed. He was shaking the red wine in his hand slowly, watching the liquid go back and forth with a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

"Took you long enough... Hyung." Jimin declared using his sickening voice but still didn't look away from the wine; finding it satisfying how the water moves. "You're not Jimin are you?" SeokJin asked and closed his eyes when the other laugh out loud; finding it ridiculous the way he pronounced it.

"Why do you mean by that? I'm Jimin... Didn't you know me hyung?" He asked, now turning his gazes to the older face before slowly moving down to SeokJin's hand, noticing the big knife he held. "What's the knife for hmm?" He raised a question again, watching how the older gulped hard and hide it behind his body.

"Pft. It's okay~ No need to hide it." Jimin whispered lowly before putting the wine on the nightstand beside his bed, knowing SeokJin will follow his hand. And yes, the older did and he widened his eyes when he noticed there's a sharp knife on the nightstand, laying dangerously beside the glass.

"Now~~ let's play... Shall we?"

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