"It was just a joke!"

At his words, you couldn't help but look at him for a couple of moments, stiffened like a rock, Motionless out of shock. If lovers started making fun of love, what would be left in the world? Nothing but mere a drama.

Jimin's answer left you with no power to ask him anything else. Sitting in a corner bench of your favorite coffee shop in front of him, you looked outside the window. Snow was falling, first snow of the season. You always loved snowfalls, always loved to feel the flakes on your fingertips, imagining him hiding you in his warm embrace..planting kisses on your face and much more. But this time it was totally different. This snowfall, instead of tingling someone's desire in your heart, was burning you..turning you into ashes, and making you feel the smoke blackening your soul.

The coffee in both your and Jimin's cup had got cold, just like your feelings and emotions.
Jimin, despite trying a thousand times to open his mouth and clarify what he had said but he he couldn't. What could be done now? It was a said statement. It was a shot bullet, and did ever a bullet return to the gun?? A thousand words, a thousand clearances raised their heads inside his heart and then died again.

"Maybe I should go now."
You stood up from your seat, ending the meeting which consisted of only a few sentences.

"Yo!"

"I've been searching you everywhere."

"For what??"

"To talk about what you said in hospital, when I was hospitalized!?"

"What?! That?? It was just a joke!"

And that was the ending statement of your conversation. The rest two hours of your meeting went silent like no living body existed in that corner.

His eyes widened as you stood up from the seat.

"Wait, y/n!"
He abruptly stood up and grabbed your wrist,

"Please listen to me, at least once.." He begged you with pleading eyes, trying for one last time to stop you.

Without turning to him, you questioned..

"What is left to say and to hear now? you yourself have made joke of your love and my feelings."

He turned you to himself and grabbed you by arms, looking into your eyes he confessed his lie.
"No it's not like that, I admit I lied then, but believe me it's for..."

"No you didn't lie then, when I motionless and could do nothing. You lied now when I'm fully awake and still can't do nothing."
Releasing your arms from his grip, you rejected his excuse before applied. You took a step back and added...

"What am I to you, huh?? Am I a rolling stone of a street which anyone would kick wherever they want?? Enough of this joke, Jimin. I've had enough of this shit. I'm not going to be that me again. I'll not fall for anything, anyone."

You turned to go and as you took two steps, his voice caught your feet again.

"I lied, not because I didn't have the courage to admit that again. I lied because I knew how much I try to smudge away his memories from your life, it's in vain. I knew I'm not him, that could make a place without any attempt. I knew I can't erase his love from your heart. So when I knew everything, I thought why should I make you be parted into two pieces, why should I force you accept my love when it's obvious you couldn't. Because I knew accepting anyone else in place of him is more difficult for you than to bit a bullet. So, I lied."

He didn't realize when his voice turned into sobs. You turned to look at him but those tears that had made your vision blurry, didn't allow you.

"No y/n, I won't stop you. You're obviously free to take your decisions. I just want to see you happy, cuz your sad eyes make my heart sink in my body. Go y/n, don't wait for anything, anyone. "

"Without you?" Your question made him look at you with puzzled eyes.

"In every turn of my life you've been standing with me, and now when I need you the most, you are giving me a hands up?"

You stepped forward and caged him in a tight hug. Two small drops of water left the corner of his eyes as he hugged you back.

"I'm sorry Jimin. It's my bad luck I couldn't give you the love you deserve. But believe me, whenever I thought of someone to share my heart out, to need support of, a shoulder to cry on, and a hand to hold tight in my dark days, I thought of you. I love you, I always have, not as a lover, but indeed as a bestfriend. He was my love, but you are my everything, my friend, my family, my most precious gift from God, everything."
With eyes closed, you again spilled your feelings out in front of him, resting your head on his shoulder. You undoubtedly loved him, not for he supported you in your needs, but for he was there for you when no one was. And at the confessions of yours, all Jimin's lips could form was...

"Thank you pretty!"
Planting a soft kiss upon your hair, he said. Finally, his heart found some peace.

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He was standing, enjoying the view of rising sun and the soft breeze in the balcony of the apartment once he and Yoongi used to share, when his phone rang. He returned to the room and picked up his phone from the bedside table.

Once he saw the number, his brows knitted together. Finding a foreign number on his phone screen, it was an obvious thing to wonder about who's that. But making others wait for him, in any case, was not in his nature. So without wasting a second, he picked up the phone.

"Hoseok here!"

"Seok-ah!"
A male voice rose at the tiny speaker of the phone, and of course it was familiar too. It was the voice he would recognize even in million voices.

"Hyung!"
Of course it was his best friend, Yoongi. Who always used to call him from UK by different numbers, sometimes by the hostel's official number and sometimes from a PCO. And Hoseok always forgot the country code. His poor memory!

"Wassuh!" His voice was still full of life and passion. Yoongi, who always felt proud of his different nature from his best friend, that he didn't need to be two faced for the public, that he didn't need to hide his feelings, that he didn't give a damn to what others thought, what he felt he spilt out.

Now he was jealous of his own best friend, that how expert he was in hiding his pain from the world, like how he wore a permanent mask of a Jolly kid over a heartbroken child. Now he wished he was like Hoseok, so lively, so passionate and so brave to face every war of life with a smiling face.

"I'm....fine.."
He replied after a couple of seconds.

A sad, faint smile appeared on Hoseok's face and immediately faded again.

"Well I think not.."

"How is she??" Instead of answering to his words, Yoongi asked about her.

"She's fine, hyung.."
He replied, or we must say.. he lied.

"Hmmm.."
This time, a sad smile occurred on Yoongi's face. He just gave a hum in reply, because what could he say? He knew how much she tries to pretend to be fine and how much the world tells him, she's not..neither was he.

"She once again is coming towards life, hyung. She's giving herself a new beginning. Everything is coming to a normal track, again."

Hoseok very clearly was lying to him, thinking that he would believe him, but did he forget that at the other side it was Yoongi? who always got to the bottom of the fact from the very beginning of the sentence. His lies made Yoongi let out a small sad giggle and those lies might continue but then it was a knock on the calling booth which distracted Yoongi.

It was a young guy around 15 , dressed in all black, black shoes, black pants,black high neck with a thick black overcoat and a black muffler folded round his neck..covering almost half of his face. His hair, parted in two from the left side,was of chocolate brown hair and big bright eyes also of the same color. Yoongi observed him from toe to head. The facial features were addressing him to be Asian, especially when he looked at Yoongi and, removing the muffler from his face, and showing his teeth and a mole between his lower lip and chin, he smiled. Don't know why Yoongi felt something alarming his mind. What alarmed him more was his bunny smile.

Yoongi blinked for a couple of times and turned to the phone.

"Sorry Seok-ah! I'll talk to you again soon."
He said hurriedly.

"What happened, hyung??" Hoseok, at the other side, asked..on which Yoongi replied back..

"It's an emergency."

"Okay hyung, take care of yourself.." As soon as Hoseok said that, Yoongi put the receiver on the cradle with just an "okay bye"

As soon as he opened the door of the calling booth, the boy spoke up..

"I'm sorry for disturbing you but I've an urgent call."

Yoongi came to know that kid was really an Asian by his accent, maybe Chinese or Korean.

"It's okay, you may go inside.." Hiding his suspicion inside, he replied with a smile and gave him the way to get in.

"Thank you." The guy said and after getting in, closed the door and taking the receiver in his hand, started dialling a number.

Yoongi, for a few seconds, kept staring at his back. What was it that made the guy suspicious of?? His mind had become a battlefield. But what battle was going on in there?? This was a question he didn't know the answer of.

He, after wasting a couple of minutes staring at the guy's black overcoat, shrugged off his strange thoughts and put off his Pcap to flip his hair. And then wearing it again and correcting the black mask on his face, he turned towards the street to go to the hostel.

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to be continued...
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