A Beautiful Lie || Jikook

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What a man.

**Jimin's POV**

"Can I ask you a question?" Hoseok looks hesitant, sweat dripping from his face. I lie down on the dance floor, too tired to do anything but listen.

"Sure."

"Are you friends with Taehyung?"

"Yeah. Why?"

He sighs, moving to lie down next to me. "No reason. But... would you... ever go out with him?"

I laugh, a reaction obviously unexpected by Hoseok as he jolts to the side. "Of course not! I mean, he did hit on me a couple times but I wouldn't-"

"He hit on you?" His voice is quiet, laced with insecurity.

"Yeah?" It takes a lot of effort but I turn on my side, facing him. "Doesn't he hit on everyone?"

He kept looking up towards the ceiling, eyes getting watery. "You're right. Everyone is his target."

I reach out, hand comforting his shoulder. "Are you ok?" Why is he so hurt?

"I'm fine. Let's keep going." He sits up, moving to the phone in front of him. "Get into position Jimin." I nod, wiping off the sweat from my forehead and standing up. I hope he feels better soon... I gave one last glance to Hoseok before getting in my spot, watching him try to wipe away a tear without me noticing.

**Youngjae's POV**

"Yugyeom?" I let my hands float in the air, feeling his strong grip on the back of my shirt. "What are you doing here?"

He starts crying, wetting the shoulder of my shirt. "My friends told me you weren't in school for days and I know how much you care about work so I thought it had to be something serious." I sigh, closing the front door and leading him up to my bedroom. When I open the door, I grimace at the mess in front of us. Yugyeom doesn't say anything, choosing to sit on the side of the bed. I scratch the back of my head, waiting for him to speak. "You didn't answer my calls..." He twidles his thumbs, not looking up.

"Yugyeom... How many times do I have to say this... you can't keep coming around here anymore." He sniffles, taking deep breaths and trying not to cry.

"Why were you gone?" He ignores my plea, looking up through blurry eyes.

"Someone had dirt on us Yug, I had to get it back." I walk over, placing my hand on his back, knowing that it soothed him.

"Oh." Was all he said, finding the box of tissues on the desk next to the bed. "Youngjae..." He sniffles, using the tissue to blow his nose. "Do you still love me?"

I bite my lip, looking down. I knew this would happen, I told him to stay away so he wouldn't get hurt. "Yugyeom, what happened back then... I took advantage of you because you were young. I didn't mean for it to go on as long as it did."

"That doesn't answer my question." He mumbles.

"I-I did love you Yugyeom... But not anymore. When we broke it off, it broke me." When I look up, I realize my vision was as blurry as his. "But we had to because you were a student, and I was your teacher. It was against the law Yug! I couldn't put you through that." His tears flow, his cries are silent as he leans into my chest.

"But I'm older now..." He mumbles into my chest, gripping my shirt again.

"Yugyeom, I don't love you. Please." My heart ached for the younger, seeing him as a mess in front of me, because of me.

"Why Hyung? Why don't you care about me? Why couldn't you give up your work for me? Why wasn't I enough?" He continues sobbing, louder this time. I let him, rubbing his back.

"I do care about you Yugyeom. And I always will. But, I don't feel the same... Wouldn't you rather me tell you instead of faking it?" He shakes his head no in my shirt, pulling back.

"I missed you Youngjae, and I wouldn't care if you were faking it." What? I stood up, aggravated.

"You would want me to fake it? Yugyeom that's not love! That's being selfish!" I exclaimed. He rose to meet my eyes.

"You know I can't live without you, you're the one that's selfish!"

"Get out!" I yell, pointing at the door.

He squints, glaring at me. "You love someone else don't you?"

"Out!" The pain in my chest was too much to bear. How could he say these things.

He chuckles, walking past me. "You've really changed Youngjae."

I slam the bedroom door behind him, not caring if he left the front door open. "You too."

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT. I'M GOING TO SEE GOT7 IN DC TODAY. OML I'M CRYING. YOUNGJAE WILL BE FEET AWAY FROM ME, NOT MILES BUT FEET AWAY.