“Close your eyes
for me,” She takes a step closer to me and I feel her cold, small hands touch
my skin. I look up to her as I place my hands on her hips, knowing already it
will bother her, but I can’t help myself.
Summary: You and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same
university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally
admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an
exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to
The next few days were trying. Confusion and pain swallowed
up your thoughts as you watched Taehyung try his best at being overly happy,
smiling widely whenever you caught his eye but his face dropping solemn as soon
as he thought you weren’t looking. Jungkook was also doing his hardest to pull
you out of the mess of your worries, but you sunk deeper every time you saw
Taehyung’s pen stop midsentence in class, his eyes blank as he stared at the
desk, or when you brushed his hand slightly with yours when you were walking
together, and he’d subtly recoil at your touch. He was fragile, and it only
strengthened the urge to pull him close in solace.
No matter how many times you told him that he didn’t have to
put on a front, he continued to say that nothing was wrong. But he talked too
much, too quickly, and he never quite met you in the eyes when he said he was
okay. Instead, he let his pale orange hair shadow his face, bottling up his
emotions once more.
“He just doesn’t seem to understand that it’s okay to be
upset,” you whined, digging your toes into the carpet and letting your arms
flop to your sides in defeat.
You were round the boys’ house, but the only people there
were you and Jungkook, as Jin and Namjoon had gone home for the weekend and
Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. Sitting on the sofa with only a few lamps to
light the room and a film playing in the background, it was the perfect setting
for romance. However, once the topic of Taehyung came up, you couldn’t stop yourself.
“I really don’t want him to be suppressing how he feels. Tried
and tested that one, and I can confirm it
doesn’t work. Obviously, I’m not going to force him to talk to me if he
doesn’t want to, but I wish he’d stop pretending.”
“You know, you don’t have to be Taehyung’s personal carer,”
grumbled Jungkook, helping himself to a third plateful of food from the array
of dishes on the coffee table. Although he kept his expression blank, you’d
come to recognise the signs of his different emotions. They weren’t obvious,
but his ‘pissed off’ signals were a fire in his eyes, the slight straightening
in his back, and his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, all of which he was
showing at that moment.
Stretching out your foot to the other end of the sofa where
he sat, you prodded him with your toe to get him to look at you. “Hey,” you
said softly. “I’m sorry for talking about Tae. I know you wanted to have a
As you spoke, your phone buzzed in your pocket as someone
tried to ring you. Reading the caller ID and seeing Taehyung’s name, you looked
up at Jungkook to check his reaction. He knew who was calling, as Hoseok and
Yoongi were both working, and you didn’t have anyone else who would be checking
up on you.
Jungkook’s eyes flashed with annoyance, his deep brown
irises seeming to grow darker. Not wanting him to get more worked up, you let
your phone buzz until it ran out of time and cancelled the call. However, just
as you were about to put your phone away, Taehyung tried again and your phone
went off once more.
Knowing that something was up, you decided to answer and deal
with Jungkook afterwards. “Yeah, I’m here,” you said as a way of greeting.
“I need to talk to
you,” he said bluntly. There wasn’t any urgency behind his voice, but it
was the most pensive you’d heard him for a while. Gone was the usual happy
façade, and at last, he seemed to have given in.
Jungkook was staring at you fixatedly, and you tore your
gaze away, as if looking at him for too long would agitate him further. “Um,
sure,” you stammered, cradling your phone to your ear. “Uh… can we talk later?
I’m busy at the moment.”
“Okay. Please call me
“I will, I promise.”
After hanging up, you peered at Jungkook, expecting to see
him looking more relaxed after you’d rejected Taehyung’s offer, but instead,
his neck was red and he looked ready to cry.
“Guk?” you said worriedly. When he didn’t respond, you
scooted up the sofa so you could hook your arms around his shoulders in
comfort. However, he remained unflinching and didn’t acknowledge your touch, with
his face remaining passive and unreadable while his eyes filled up with tears.
He took a large sniff before turning to you, and finally you
could see the hurt and anger under the blank mask he wore. “I can’t deal with
it anymore,” he stated flatly, without a trace of warmth in his tone. “If you
want to make this work, then you’ve got to stop whatever you’ve got with
Taehyung. I really like you, Y/N, and I want you to look at me. Not Taehyung. I need all of you.”
The hopes of a romantic atmosphere were dashed as you felt
Jungkook’s possessiveness seep into your skin, but his words wriggled in your
chest as they hit home. Jungkook didn’t deserve your wavering emotions, but at
the same time, you knew you were unable to give him your full attention.
“Jungkook,” you swallowed, watching him pull at his bottom lip with his teeth.
“I need more time. To get over him.”
“How much more time?” he questioned, his voice growing
louder. “It’s getting ridiculous! You need to stop being selfish, because I’m
done with it. Make up your mind, Y/N. You either want me or Taehyung, and you
can’t have both. I’m tired.”
“I want to make things work with you! But to do that, I need
to sort out my own problems first. I can’t just drop everything and live happily
ever after. It was never going to be that easy, and I thought you knew what you
were getting into.”
“Knew?” he spluttered, pushing you away roughly and standing
up. Veins stood out on his arms as he fumed, breathing heavily as he held in
the full force of his anger. “I knew that I would be helping you, but I didn’t
count on being your backup plan. You’re being completely deluded – all you need
to do is pick a side. Shouldn’t be that hard, even for you.” Without another
work, he stalked out of the room, leaving you on the verge of tears.
There weren’t even words to describe the remorse and despair
you felt after Jungkook had abruptly departed. Stunned into silence, you stared
at the dishes of food left on the side, growing cold as they lay there
neglected. What should you do now?
In your heart of hearts, there was only one real option.
There was no way that Jungkook would be happy until you’d sorted something out,
and nor would you. Although it killed you to hurt one of them, you had no
choice; you got yourself into this mess, so you couldn’t rely on Jungkook to
pull you out.
You rang Taehyung. However, as soon as you heard his deep
voice on the other end of the line, your throat cracked and hot tears rolled
down your face. “Tae,” you mumbled, your voice choked up. “I need to see you.”
Taehyung didn’t hesitate as he heard your distressed demand,
not bothering to question why you were suddenly upset. “Meet me at the cupcake
shop in 15 minutes,” he ordered. “It’s okay, whatever it is. We can talk it
through. See you then, Y/N.”
The last thing you wanted was for Hoseok and Yoongi to
observe what was about to happen, especially as they knew so much about
Taehyung without ever meeting him. You texted Yoongi on the way to the shop,
hoping that he’d check his phone as he worked.
You [4:45] having a chat with taehyung in
cupcake corner. Please pretend you have no idea who I am!!!
Taehyung had hung up the phone so quickly that you didn’t
get the chance to argue the choice of location, and as he still had no idea
about the dance competition, you could imagine how awkward introductions to
your new friends would be. You were there to sort things out, not create more
Yoongi [4:49] sorry, who is this?
p.s. I’ll have a coconut and mango cake ready
To your displeasure, Taehyung was seated at one of the
tables closest to the counter, right under the nose of the Hoseok and Yoongi;
the perfect distance for eavesdropping. However, you looked at Yoongi straight
in the eye as you walked up to pay, daring him to mention something and give
the game away. Keeping to his word, he calmly handed you the change and pulled
out a readymade cupcake as promised.
“What’s happened?” Taehyung asked concernedly, his eyes
filled with worry as you sat down with a defeated thump. “You’re going to get
wrinkles when you frown like that.”
He was trying to lighten the mood, but you ignored him.
“Jungkook said some things, and I’m realising that I’ve been in the wrong the
whole time,” you confessed.
“By the looks of things, I don’t think he said anything.”
You stared at him blankly. “What do you mean?”
“Y/N, I’ve been friends with you for a while now. You have
that look on your face, like someone just died. Your eyes are red and
considering you were fine one minute and upset the next tells me that Jungkook
was involved.” He took a big drag of his coffee, but didn’t take his eyes off
you as you blinked furiously, trying to hold back any more tears that were
threatening to escape. “What did he do?” he questioned, reaching across the
table to rub your arm soothingly.
Taking a wobbly breath, you glanced round to check if Hoseok
or Yoongi were listening. Hoseok was on the other side of the room, preoccupied
with an electric whisk that didn’t seem to be working, but Yoongi, on the other
hand, stood nearby cleaning the counter. Although he had his head down, he kept
his body rotated in such a way that he could snoop in on the gossip.
Taehyung pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes as you began
recalling the earlier events in hushed tones, so Yoongi couldn’t hear. “He got
annoyed because I’ve been messing with his emotions,” you blurted. “I knew I
shouldn’t take advantage of his generosity, but I did and it was a stupid
mistake to make.” You launched into detail about what happened when Taehyung
had rung your phone, but your friend wasn’t having any of it, and jumped
straight to the point.
“What did he say to you?” he interrupted, growing more and
more serious as you told the story, with his eyes growing hazy and his grip on
your arm becoming firm.
“I swear, it was nothing. He was right, anyway. I am deluded and I am selfish, but I guess I hadn’t really thought about it too much.
I didn’t want to admit to myself-”
“He said what?” Taehyung’s voice was quiet, but the sort of
quiet that comes from extreme anger. A bad sign. “Jungkook was saying that to
“He called you deluded?” As he raised his voice, you became
aware of Yoongi standing stock still at the counter, his ears pricked up and
alert at your conversation. “No wonder you got upset. Even if you made a
mistake, he has no right to insult you. What an idiot!”
Taking a quick peek out of the corner of your eye, you could
see Yoongi trembling with a silent rage, his jaw clenching and unclenching as
he struggled to keep in his temper. Anything that hurt his friends wound him up
immensely, but you sent him mental pleads to stay mute and not say a word.
Looking back at Taehyung, you noticed that he too was
bottling up his true frustration as he faintly rocked back and forth in his
chair, holding back an outburst of anger.
“Tae, calm down. It’s not that big of a deal, please. I just
needed to see you to talk about something else. Well, it’s sort of related to
that. But you wanted to tell me something first. That’s why you rang?” You gave
Taehyung’s hand a squeeze in reassurance, and he obeyed your request and sat
back in reluctance.
“Well,” he sighed, “I don’t think my matter is important
anymore. What did you want to say?”
“No, you go,” you demanded.
“Seriously, I think you should. I promise, it can wait.”
Nodding in surrender, you took Taehyung’s hand and led him
outside the shop, past the inquisitive looks from Hoseok and Yoongi and into
the warm haze of the late afternoon, just so the two boys couldn’t hear your
next words. Taehyung looked confused, but you held up his hands in front of him
and focused on the writing of his shirt. The words were in English, and you
noticed a grammatical error of the sentence, but you didn’t point it out.
Instead, you fixated on the letters as you planned what to say next very carefully.
“We shouldn’t be meeting like this anymore,” you stated,
your mouth struggling to get around each syllable, as if subconsciously your
brain was telling you to stop talking. But you had to say it. You can’t have both. “We need to keep
our distance. Jungkook gets jealous, and it’s not his fault. I feel- felt, exactly the same, and it’s one of
the worst feelings in the world. I can’t put him through that, especially when
he’s tried so hard to be kind and loving. It’s the least I can give him. Do you
You should’ve stayed fixated on the lettering of the shirt, because
as soon as your gaze trailed up to Taehyung’s soft eyes and his quivering lower
lip, you felt as if you’d just slapped him. There was a silence following your
words, which was only filled by the sounds of the city and the biting whistle
of the wind that tossed around Taehyung’s hair. Your clothes billowed around
you and you could feel your cheeks turning pink from the chill, but Taehyung
“So, that’s it?” he said finally, a with a small hint of hesitation.
“You’re going to stop talking to me because your boyfriend gets uptight?”
“No, I’m doing this to get over you. I’ve spent way too long
having false hopes.”
All you need to do is
pick a side.
“You can’t end our friendship!” he exclaimed, letting out
huffy laughter incredulously.
“We need some time apart,” you corrected. There was a sharp
stabbing in your chest, but you dismissed it. I need all of you. “You ignored my feelings about you, even though
I spilled my one biggest secret that left me completely vulnerable to you. But
all you did was push it aside, and it killed me, Tae. So, I’m being selfish by
allowing for someone to love me. If keeping my distance from you lets me do
that, then I’ve got to try.” Your last sentence came out in a sob, the hurt
driving through your body in an unstoppable wave.
Taehyung was dumbfounded, but the forgiving look in his eyes
told you that he wasn’t going to stop you from leaving. Even if you’d told him
you’d blown up his house, he probably would’ve hugged you and told you it didn’t
matter. And that’s what was so toxic; he was loving and gentle, and you clung
to that because it made you feel comfortable.
“We’ve always only had each other, and it can’t be like that
anymore. We need to get out of this pit, before we get too deep,” you said,
with a finality that signalled the end of the conversation.
“I think it’s too late for that,” Taehyung admitted, his
voice cracking and his ears turning a bright shade of red. Going red out of
embarrassment was something you rarely saw, but you were in too much of a state
to think too deeply about it.
“I need to think about Jungkook – that’s the least he
deserves right now.” Bowing your head, you turned yourself away so you didn’t
have to observe the disappointment and the confusion written on his face.
Despite all the years you’d been friends, situations and circumstances had
changed; it couldn’t be harmonious forever. For so long you and Taehyung had
got along with no problems, but it was too good to last. Perhaps it was a
disaster waiting to happen, you weren’t sure. Out of respect, Taehyung bowed in
response, but the tears filling his eyes told you that he was far from okay
about the outcome.
But there was nothing you could do. Jungkook needed you to
be faithful, both physically and mentally. Although he didn’t tell you in the
most careful and gentle of ways, he got his point across: he wasn’t about to
fight for something that wasn’t available to him in the first place.
Taehyung kept his eyes upon you as you left, his eyebrows
upturned and his hair unkempt and scruffy as a result of his fingers running
through his pastel orange locks. You refused to look back, knowing that it only
took one glance to melt your defences. You couldn’t give yourself that
momentary weakness. Not again.
It put you at peace, knowing that you both had time to grow
without the other person there. But it was peace in the saddest way possible.
1. Namjoon start of with a group of people and lyrics ‘all the underdogs in the world. The day may come when we lose’ So they are all underdogs : a competitor thought to have little chance of winning a fight or contest. synonyms: weaker party, victim, prey;
a person who has little status in society.
2. All got shot/kill except jungkook.
The hyungs have lose their fight with the evils of society ‘the day may come when we lose’ leaving only jungkook.
3. Remember rapmon wrote in the mirror in prologue: you need to survive.
This message was for jungkook all along to continue fighting.
4. In run mv, the scene where jungkook was alone in the party after the camera when back . Shows that the hyungs are never with him since run era.
5. The spring day mv was jungkook’s most beautiful moment in life with his hyungs in omelas. He reflects back on memories he had with his hyung before they died.
A) Him alone on the carousel.
B) alone on train
C) alone in Omelas
D)him alone lighting a matchstick wishing his hyungs to be with him
6. Now he is alone without his hyungs. (Link back to my theory on the short flim: begins)
The shoes hanging on the tree could actually be a parting of the hyungs to jungkook and the 6 people on the last part of the mv are jungkook’s hyungs and they are all in heaven bidding goodbye to jungkook/ guarding over him
7. Jungkook solo dance scene in not today further emphasise that his hyungs are no longer with him.
8. The last part of not today where jungkook saw his hyungs get shot and the close up of his eyes reflect the last scene in spring day mv where he saw the moments he spend with his hyungs flash before his eyes before they die or (refer to point 6) he saw the message his hyungs were trying to tell him : to survive
9. The part where they form a gun at the end of the dance. The hyungs would support and guard jungkook against the evils of the society where they have lost because in the end : you never walk alone. Life or death.
In summary: In the not today mv only. They hyungs are all dead and are giving their support to jungkook for him to keep living or fight as much as we are weaklings(underdogs) in society.
Sorry. I know this is a horrible theory for the not today mv but well… i will have a full fledged theory that links everything up from day 1 soon.
Not today is lit asf and i am also tired asf. 🔥loving the song and dance.
(You were trying to text your brother’s (Mingyu) best friend, Wonwoo but accidentally texted the golden maknae of BTS instead due to a number error and an odd coincidence of both of them having the same last name… huh.)
Sorry guys, this was supposed to be a two to three parter but I screwed up so here you go! (And I think BTS is actually in the Philippines right as I made this so yay!)