Memories...
He did wrong, but Suga should listen...right?
Whatever. Jin couldn't come back.
He stopped and sank down, leaning against a wall, trying to catch his breath.
He killed Jin.
Even if Jin didn't want to die, he killed him.
Jungkook picked up a stone and hurled it in frustration. Why did he do that??
He sighed, then opened his pack.
Inside was one of Suga's shirts. Jungkook put it on.
Wasn't Suga supposed to listen? After all they've been through...together...
Under Suga's shirt were five glass bottles. Jungkook pulled one out.
Could this help him forget?
He popped open the top, then drank a fourth of what was inside.
It burned his throat raw, then moved to his stomach.
Like fire...
Jungkook tried to push himself up, but fell over, the alcohol splashing all over his shirt. He giggled a bit, then giggled again. He liked this version of the world, the version that flipped and twisted over itself.
After a few more tries, he managed to get all the way up. His legs started to shake, and he grabbed onto a pole that was leaning against the wall.
Wait.
Who...was...that?
There was someone running towards him in a pale white shirt.
Holy crap.
"Jin...?"
The person stopped running a few feet away from Jungkook. He couldn't make out the person's face, but...
"Hyung?"
The person walked closer to Jungkook, and his face cleared.
"Jin?? But...weren't you...dead?"
Jin reached forward slightly.
Jungkook stepped backwards, grabbing at the wall behind him. "Ghost?"
Jin stopped. He shook his head, then lightly toughed his throat.
"Ghost!"
Jungkook hurled the bottle at Jin, but it passed through him, shattering on the opposite wall. He gasped and turned around. "Stay–stay away from me!!" He turned and ran, but stumbled and fell on the concrete ground. He got up, shook his head, and kept running, using the wall for support. "Stay AWAY!!"
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