Young Forever

Love Is Not Over...

        He sighed as he walked down the street dimly lit with lamps.
        Whatever. Suga was right. He was a murderer.
        He deserved to die.
        He deserved to hurt.
        But he felt...numb. All over.
        Like nothing would ever hurt him again from the outside.
        But he had pain–at least on the inside. He needed it to show somehow...on the outside.
        He shook his head and kept walking, too absorbed in thinking about everything and nothing, thinking about how horrible his life had become in a split-second decision. He didn't notice when he bumped into the two men. But they did. One of them grinned and beckoned to the other man, who followed him.
        Jungkook sighed and tossed his hair to the side before he was pushed into a wall. He stared blankly at the two hooded figures as one of them wrapped his hand around Jungkook's throat. He ripped the hand off, still blank.
        He forgot what happened after that. All he remembered was the pain. Beaten, thrown into walls, punched, kicked, pulled and slammed onto the metal grating, pain, hurt, blood.
        After a while, they left. He groaned and sank down the wall onto the ground, holding his stomach and trying to remember how to breathe.
        "I will NOT listen to a murderer!!"
        Jungkook looked up, but all he saw were people giving him strange looks.
        Suga wasn't coming back. No one was coming back because no one should ever help him again because he was the cause for their misery and because of him Jin hyung was dead, dead and because...
        Because...
        The words echoed in his head, a constant reminder.
        No one, no one, no one, no one.
        Alone.
        Alone...        
        He would not cry.
        Not here.
        Not now.
        When the pain dulled to a subsiding ache, he slowly got up and forced himself to walk normally, though every step hurt.
        Just like it should.
        No...it needed to hurt more.
        He began to cross the road, but something made him freeze.
        A flash of movement in the motel on the other side.
        A flash of pink hair.
        Suga's hair had been pink...
        No. It wasn't Suga.
        Jungkook sighed, then heard a car horn. He turned just to see a car racing towards him.
        An explosion of pain burst in his side, and he gasped, spinning as he fell. His hands automatically reached to where the pain had blossomed. When he pulled them back, they were dark red.
        Red...
        Blood...
        Blood was strange...so warm...so dark...
        Oh...pain. Oh, the pain.
        But...it felt good, in a sickening way.
        He heard footsteps. He looked up and gasped again.
        He didn't know if his mouth was moving. "Ji...Jin?"
        Jin smiled and kneeled beside him. "I'm here, Jungkook."
        "Am...am I dying?"
        Jin nodded. "You were too young, Jungkook..."
        "I deserve this. I killed–"
        "You didn't kill me. I killed myself. I didn't want anyone else to get hurt by me."
        Jungkook reached out his hand and Jin grabbed it. His vision began to turn white and blurry.
        He looked up at Jin, tears pooling in his eyes. The pain stopped. "Sing..."
        Jin took a breath. "Love is so painful..."
        Jungkook joined in for the last part. "Goodbyes are even more..."