Death || JJK

Confession

"Jungkook?" He tilted his head staring at me expectantly, "what happened to jimin?" The question responded with a deep sigh. He pursed his lips as his gaze trained on the ground.

"He.." his voice trailed off as the boy reminisced the past events, "how do I tell you this aria?" He slung his head back, exasperated at the thought of telling me the scenario.

"Jimin he.." his voice trailed once more, my fingers twitching in anticipation. Just tell me Jungkook I won't judge you. Please tell me.

"He ran me over." I stared at the boy who refused to meet my gaze, "what?" I replied and he sighed tucking away his hands in his pocket.

"We got into an argument." His head shifted to the side as his tongue flicked out to coat his dry lips, "he got drunk and well he was driving." The boy stopped for a minute, playing with the zipper of his coat, "he didn't see and ran me over."

"And that's it?"
"That's it."

For some reason it felt as if he was blatantly lying to me. Tell me the full story Jungkook. I'm not a pressurising type of person and I admit to my fatal flaw of nosiness but I couldn't help it.

"Tell me about you aria. I've been hanging out with you for a long time and yet I know nothing."

My hands slipped into my pockets as my lips pressed into a thin pale line, "well I like dogs." I chuckled awkwardly and he stared at me with a 'seriously' look.

"Okay what's your wish?" He swung his hand around my shoulder and despite the walk being uncomfortable it felt pretty nice.

"I just want to feel okay kook." I sighed staring down at my feet, making sure my gaze doesn't step a beat out of time with it, "I keep telling myself I'll be okay and it's not even that deep." My sentence ended abruptly as I blinked back a few tears into my cornea, "but it's been two years and I feel far from being fucking okay." I chuckled, elongating the a in far.

And there was silence that hung over like a pestering memory from five years ago that just can't slip out of your mind.

"Sorry." I clasped my hands together rubbing it slightly to make it warm, "I made it awkward didn't I?"

"No." He smiled. The same signature smile from the day before and the day before that, "it's okay." His voice was unusually lower than usual. For all this time I've been with jungkook it would seem as if I'm used to his swing of emotions but each time he expressed a new I was taken back.

I guess I didn't really expect him to feel a certain way at certain points.

The distant sound of trains travelled from ear to ear and we were both standing in front of the tacks, waiting and waiting until the train ran past.

Jungkook walked first, his hands neatly blanketed away into his pockets. Simple but long strides in comparison to my short and sloppy steps.

"Jimin." He began slowly, the air from his mouth dissolving into the air, "he was so happy. A perfectionist. But a happy perfectionist."

He smiled slightly as he talked fondly about his elder whom he considered to be his brother although they didn't have the same parents nor blood relations.

"But he became depressed. So consumed with everything that he forgot who he was." Jungkook took a breath, tilting his head up to see the first blinks of night time, "he became violent. An alcoholic. He even tried to-"

He stopped himself before revealing any other information, biting down hard onto his soft lips, "he tried to end it all. I came back from practice to see him laying unconscious on the bathroom floor, completely drenched and shaking."

His eyes started to wield past tears and Jungkook did try to stop it from falling. He really did. But he just couldn't as he remembered the look on his lifeless brothers face.

"I was so fucking scared aria." His voice started to shake, the depth of sadness being painfully overt. I stopped in my steps pulling the elder boys head into my shoulders, caressing the back of his head lightly as he cried silently into my shoulder, "I thought he was dead." His breath shook, the words only coming out as a whisper despite jungkooks many efforts to keep his voice stable.

"It was all my fault." He pushed back his head wiping away the sloppy residue of his nose, "I shouldn't have said those things."

"What did you say?"

"I shouted at him for trying to end it all. I called him selfish and stupid and..." his voice broke even more as he repeatedly wiped his nose and the tears flowing out of his eyes.

"He wouldn't have gone out and drank." His voice had sounded a little more stable now but I could still feel the sharp stab in my heart as I watched Jungkook cry in front of me, me being absolutely useless in comforting him.

"He would've stayed home." His knees bent down as he threw his head into it, gripping at the damp brown locks, "the accident messed him up aria. It was my fault."

I bent down on his level pulling his head out of his knees as I did so, "none of it is your fault." I pushed his head into the nape of his neck as he allowed his tears to soak the area.

My chin rested on his head, "thank you Jungkook. Thank you for the confession." I whispered stroking his back in a comforting manner.

"Thank you."

A/N
Sorry for the short chapter.