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I know, he wants to type. He tosses and turns in his bed far into the morning, kicking at his blankets, never feeling comfortable. He tries to. Really, he does. He has that murder mystery script that he was working on the day he forgot about going out for breakfast with Taehyung all planned out, but writing it would consist of thinking of Taehyung too much. And it hurts. He thinks that maybe he can write a new script. Start fresh, a blank slate. Use his loss of Taehyung to give him ideas.
He fails, however. Every sentence he makes up sounds too angsty, too dramatic, too unnatural. But still Why did he have to mention America? He scoffs dryly.
What would Seokjin have to say to him after all of this? Hobi: ur not answering my calls, but i guess i kinda expected that. The thought of his best friend makes his temples throb and he has to hold himself back from calling him and yelling expletives at him through the phone. He checks his call log next. Five from Jimin, two from Hoseok, three from Seokjin. All of them left at least one voicemail, and Jungkook lets his finger linger over the latest of the three that Jimin had sent.
You are. Every time I called you, it was when he was asleep. You know why? Because he begged me not to call you. Jungkook wipes a hand down his face tiredly. So please Really really awesome. A knock on the door wipes the grin off of his face and he gets up, confused.
He looks normal, to say the least. Jimin had pounded on his door looking angry, but Seokjin looks fairly calm in his designer sunglasses, and Jungkook wills himself to open the door. He needs some human contact. He gestures for Jungkook to sit and then clasps his hands together, a professional aura coming off of him. I want to talk. A bad feeling washes over Jungkook as he takes the seat across from him. Jungkook gives him an incredulous look.
Are you serious? Jungkook feels his jaw tense at the words. I thought you guys would talk it out maturely or something. Jungkook holds up a hand. Before he brought it up. Tae knows too, but I guess he got tired of hiding and I guess. He asked if it had anything to do with me being in America, so I guess he was feeling insecure because of that or something Jungkook leans back in his chair wearily. I hate I hate talking about stuff like this. You know how long it took Tae to make me say I love you to him every single day?
More of an action to fill up the space. Just this once, Jungkook. It might help. And all of a sudden, that motherly-aura he had about him dies away and he stares Jungkook down. Tell me. Jungkook tilts his head back and lets out a puff of air. Jungkook holds back a frustrated scowl and glares at him. Just talk , Jungkook. Just talk to me. I hid it from her. Jungkook laughs weakly, focuses down at the varnished mahogany of his dining table.
Hyung was cool about it I guess He keeps trailing off, getting lost in his own thoughts, and Seokjin has to knock his knuckles against the table to get him back on track. I had to listen to her, you know? I had to give her something before she died. And I tried to keep in contact with Taehyung and tell her that we broke up at the same time, but I just I felt too guilty. Did he not know that he was being abused? Did he think that it was okay for his own mother to treat him that way?
You can tell me more. The writer takes another deep breath, takes his time to exhale it out. I went out with her. Even if it made me feel like shit. I was Jungkook looks up at the ceiling again. Happy that she died. I was so happy. And she was dead. She was dead and I was happy. Regardless, he forces himself to carry on with his explanation. I was just so disgusted by myself that I Jungkook remembers Taehyung telling him that he deserves the universe and he feels tears prickle at his eyes.
He holds them back. She was broken and so was I and we tried to fill up the empty spaces in ourselves with each other. Honestly, we I was just And I I found an old script that I wrote. I made myself get better.
I broke up with that girl and I stopped doing drugs. I really worked hard to get my shit together. And I did, hyung, I really did get better, but I swore to myself not to talk to him until I was really okay, until I could even deserve to be looked at by him again.
And I won a bunch of short-film awards, I got pretty well-known locally, and so I made my goals higher. I was so surprised to see that he starred in movies. Actual movies.
I was so happy and excited that I got a little ahead of myself and submitted my screenplay to this big-shot producer in Korea.
But then he recommended me to this Japanese director--someone lesser known, not really famous--and he said that he needed someone to rewrite a script because the original writer gave up, but the plot was too good to let go. Jungkook shakes his head. I was too scared to tell anyone. Tell him that I had two girlfriends and got into drugs while I was over there? He could never hate you, Jungkook. Just tell him. He can handle it. He sighs, puts his face in his hands. Seokjin stands up from the table.
I believe you, Jungkook. The elder smiles. Huh, he thinks, leaning back in his seat and staring at where Seokjin was sitting previously. Could you come over here for a bit? Hyejin is never hesitant--sometimes she can come off as soft-spoken, sure, but she always gets right to the point and never beats around the bush. He finds her intimidating, and he shrinks into himself a little. But you are a professional. You are an actor. She holds up a pretty, manicured finger. Just get yourself together.
She pats his shoulder a couple times before walking off, heels clacking against the floor of the set. Taehyung lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair. Taehyung turns towards her. Thank you.
She smiles at him, lips quivering, eyes shining with tears. She tries to speak again, but chokes on a sob. She puts her hand up to her mouth and turns away from him, staring down at the keys of the piano. He hears Hyejin scowl. Cut cut cut. She looks pissed. A word? Taehyung sighs, shoulders slumping. He mouths sorry to Yongsun, who smiles awkwardly in respond.
She hits him in the side of the head with her rolled up copy of the script. Do you need a break or something? Do you want me to cast someone else as the lead? I promise. I need to work. I need this. Hyejin nods slowly. Filming resumes at two! His manager offers him a comforting smile and gives him an encouraging slap on the back.Matt Willis Dont Let It Go To Waste.