Jungkook's eyes were still blown wide as he gawked down at the call ended. “No… No… Why does he suddenly have to leave me? He's not hurting me!” Jungkook complained and laid back over the bed, feeling empty since his friendship with Jimin just ended in seconds with only the last sentence Jimin said; haunted him. “Don't… Follow me or else you'll end up in my arms… With no escape.” Jungkook repeated and frowned. “What's that supposed to mean? He's not a bad guy… Is he?” Complained the boy as he turned over and hugged a pillow closer to his body gently. “Jimin doesn't want to hurt me… But he just did! I don't get it… Is he hiding something from me? I have no way to contact him without my phone… I can call him from another phone now.”

Jungkook was confused and desperate for Park Jimin. He couldn't accept the fact that the older just chose to leave him so suddenly. Jungkook didn't see Jimin as a friend now, more like a love interest. So, it hurt more when he suddenly got up and left. Jungkook felt so low now. He wanted to talk to Jimin but every little voice in his head told him not to. The positive voices told him to move on, the negative voices told him to forget him. None of them told him to chase after Jimin, and like a naive little boy; that's all he ever wanted. His heart was filled with hope of having Jimin and throughout the two weeks they've known each other already, it was unexpectedly brought to an end.

“I… I just wanted to be by his side forever… Is that too much to ask? Did I make it obvious that I liked him? Did I scare him away?” Jungkook complained and as he went back onto his gallery to look over the only picture he had of Jimin, his eyes locked onto a file that had saved photos from the tutoring website. Right off the bat, Jungkook suddenly tapped onto the file that had the name “TutorDM-pictures//videos” This was a file that saved many pictures or videos sent through the tutoring website and to the tutors. Jungkook then tilted his head to see many pictures of himself exposed before the camera. His eyes widened after looking over the video of himself moaning Jimin's name and due to the file these pictures were saved under, it seemed as if Jungkook sent them to Jimin.

“N-NO!” Jungkook shouted and tossed his phone to the edge of the bed, almost throwing it onto the ground. “No, No, No! No wonder he doesn't want to talk to me! SOMEONE KILL ME!” Jungkook shouted and cupped his face in silence. “I have my first crush on a man and I suddenly blew it! I knew I shouldn't have drank any Soju and beer…” Jungkook then started to cry to himself as he laid face planted over the mattress. “He's straight… I bet he has a girlfriend too or maybe he's so disgusted and uncomfortable, he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore… Oh why did I have to go out and drink?! I lost Jimin! I'll never see him again and he's the one I wanted so badly… it's all my fault!” Jungkook cried.

The boy cried, removing his glasses and then throwing his face against the pillow. The boy sobbed to himself and refused to get up even once. It was like his heart shattered after Jimin walked out of it and all he felt at that moment was emptiness. He truly invested so much time, so much thought, and focus into Jimin, that now, he no longer had the man in his life. Jungkook wanted Jimin, but seeing him leave, just made Jungkook feel horrible. “I-I don't even want to go to class now. I quit everything! I won't be able to understand it without Jimin… I don't want any other tutor… I need him…” Jungkook complained to himself as he laid there with his glasses in his hands. The young student had plans to stay home since he was having his hangover and was in no good condition to go to school. But as he laid there, his phone began to ring.

“J-Jimin!” Jungkook desperately sat up as a wave of pain hurdled over his head as soon as he reached for his phone. “P-Please come back!” Jungkook thought and didn't bother to read the caller ID as soon as he answered. “Hello?! Jimin! I'm sorry!”

“Apology accepted.” Replied a familiar voice from the other side of the phone until Jungkook turned his eyes back to the caller ID that had Yoongi's name over the top. “Are you coming out of that little apartment of yours or do you want me to break in?” Yoongi asked as the boy sighed. “Are you okay? Hangovers don't sound this depressing… And how did you escape my place last night?! Are you okay?” Worried the man as Jungkook's heart died down from the sudden excitement he had; hoping it was Jimin.

“Just a big headache… please come in, I'll open the door. I'm not in a good condition to be going to school anyway.” The boy added and made his way out the bedroom door to his front door. By there, his eyes fell onto the doorknob where the chair didn't seemed to be placed under it. The chair was back under the dining table and with that, Jungkook hesitated to open the door. He rather hoped when he was drunk, that he misplaced the chair instead of keeping it under the knob to the door like he always did.

Jungkook shook the thought away and pulled the door open to see Yoongi making his way up the stairs to meet the boy. By there, Jungkook pushed his glasses up and hung up the call to wait for Yoongi at the doorway. Instantly, Yoongi noticed Jungkook carried such a glum look in his eyes; it made the emotionless man finally cock his head to the side in concern. “Jungkook, it's okay! This isn't your first hangover-”

“It's not about the stupid hangover! I don't want to go to class today…” Jungkook bickered and turned around to allow Yoongi into the still apartment. “I woke up with pain in my head and pain in my heart… Now, I just know that heartbreaks hurt more than any other type of headache.” Jungkook pouted and dropped onto the couch to press his head against the cushion in silence.

“Alright… What's up, Shakespeare? Who hurt you?” Yoongi asked as the bottom lip of the boy quivered. Raising his hand up to point to himself. “What did you do now?”

“I-I made… I made J-Jimin leave me! He cut off all contact with me and now… I can't reach him. M-Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe he wasn't mine from the start… I feel so stupid.” Jungkook cried and covered his own face after. “I wanted him… But the drunk me wanted something more than his love! I-I… I sent him pictures of myself when I was drunk. Not just any type of pictures, n-nudes…”

“Oh you stupid little thing.” Yoongi teased and started to laugh. “You scared him off, Jungkook.”

“Shut up! I miss him… He told me to never follow him or else I'll be in his arms with no escape! He thinks of himself as a killing machine or something! Park Jimin will never hurt me and I know it!” Jungkook's words grew louder as Yoongi stopped laughing after hearing those words. “He makes it seem like… He'll kill me if I go to him…”

“Hm, let's go out to eat at a fast-food restaurant, maybe Mc Donald's? It's good for hangovers.” Yoongi completely changed the conversation as he walked into Jungkook's room after. “Get your clothes ready and we can go.” Yoongi was acting very peculiar towards the situation with Jimin; but Jungkook only found this as the older not taking any interest into the boy's love life.

“Yoongi, you're my friend…You're supposed to help!” Jungkook spoke softly as he looked down at his own hands before Yoongi let out a chuckle at the younger.

“I am helping. If Jimin left you, then that's just your life now. You say you weren't good enough, but I think he wasn't good enough from the start. Something told me that he was shady already. Never letting you in and once you fell for him or… Sent him nudes, he just left and it didn't affect him. But it did to you and that's not fair. He was your tutor so, he gave up on you. If Park Jimin couldn't handle your drunk texts or pictures, then he shouldn't be a tutor at all. If this was a game to him, then the games he plays are just not fair. Even if you were just drunk and weren't thinking at all. Who knows? Maybe he probably jacked off to those and tried to push you away so he wouldn't distract you from your future. Jimin could have did it for you.” Yoongi assumed. Making Jungkook think about it himself. “Better? Let's go. Lucky for you, I don't want to go to class today either.”

“Yoongi… How do you have money to live off from if you don't even go to work at all?” Jungkook asked and rubbed his forehead. With that, Yoongi walked into Jungkook's room and remained silent. “Do you… rob banks?”

“No. Hey Jungkook, how do you have money to stay and pay rent here?” Yoongi asked so suddenly and made the boy reply instantly.

“My family is wealthy so they help me with the payments.”

“Oh really?! Same!” The older replied sarcastically and picked out clothes for the young boy so they could go out to eat.

“You know, Yoongi… When you told me about the rice cooker being left alone and how your mother was going to kill you if she came back to see it untouched, she was going to kill you… But, I've never seen your mother even once. Is she a ghost?”

With a five second delay to answer, Yoongi hesitated as he then let out a laugh. “No! She's too busy to stay at my place. Let alone the fact that, my place looks so vacant.”

“I thought you would have at least family pictures but when I was there, I didn't see any of them! It looks like you recently moved into that place. Did you? Why?” After that, the older walked back into the living room with his hands occupied with clothes resting over his left arm. The clothes he carried for the boy to use was a white t-shirt, blue jeans and white socks for the young man to use into his yellow timberlands.

“You ask too many questions. I just never had time to fix it up. I've been there long before I met up with you that day.” Yoongi silenced Jungkook and then handed the clothes over to him. “Go change and brush your teeth, you carry the scent of alcohol and Kimchi.”

“O-Oh ok… Thank you.” Jungkook replied and with that, he walked off and made his way into his own room. Within his room, he began to take off his own sweater over his exposed torso. He remembered taking a shower and just then, his memory of the night he had; came rushing to him. He recalled taking pictures of himself and thinking of Jimin every second he touched himself. With embarrassment still crawling in his skin, he gawked at the roman numeral tattoo over his shoulder. There was never a moment where he never wondered what purpose the tattoo really held. As he stood in his room without a shirt, he switched the TV on and his eyes met with the news on the afternoon.

As he stopped to look at the news on the television, the news covered one of the missing people found… However, they were found dead. Jungkook's eyes widened at the looks of how the body was left. There was no signs of stabbing nor choking. Right by the opposite shoulder of the dead corpse was a Band-Aid were poison was injected over the arm with a syringe, and covered up with with a Smiley face sticker over it. There was even a tattoo written into the pale and blue skin saying “I wasn't a good pet… So I was punished!” And right above it was the same tattoo Jungkook had currently; the number thirteen in roman numerals. “XIII”