#and keep changing the story when you realise your lies aren't being believed and you're starting to look bad?

[thethingything]

we are finally off the phone! I'd misjudged the time in the last post but in total it as 2 hours and 5 minutes. I do not know what half that conversation even was but holy shit so much of it was her basically making herself out to be so generous and caring and talking about how worried she is about our mum and how terrible it is that other family members don't help her with anything.

meanwhile she calls our mum and asks her to do all this stuff for her and talks to her like shit and guilt trips her into doing stuff and I know about so much incredibly fucked up stuff she did when our mum was a kid but she doesn't know that we know she's done all this.

also she normally keeps our mum on the phone for this long but doesn't keep us on the phone for very long and it's really weird suddenly being treated like our mum, but she called us because our mum wasn't picking up the phone (she's at work and can't do that) and it's reminding me of the thing where when we had covid in 2021 and our mum couldn't answer the phone, everyone started calling us and dumping every responsibility they'd normally dump on our mum on us instead and basically treating us how they'd normally treat her.

like oh the usual family scapegoat isn't available? time to pester her eldest "daughter" until they have a breakdown and almost end up blocking everyone and refusing to talk to the rest of the family

[jisunwithtaeandkookie]

It was 4 in the evening, on a Friday. I was standing in front of the ice cream shop. But I couldn't go in.

Because they were there.

I stood on the sidewalk, across the road from the shop. I could see inside through the glass windows and name every single one of the boys I could see. I could hear their voices in my head as they laughed. I could picture what they were saying by their expressions. But I couldn't go in.

Is this what you wanted, Yoongi? I thought, as I stood, looking at his face through the window gazing at the table.

Suddenly, he looked out the window. Catching my gaze, he seemed to be surprised for a moment, then he smirked and returned his gaze back to the boys.

I could never get this boy.

Sighing, I looked around. What should I do now? If they were here, it was possible that some paparazzi was here too. And being seen at the same site as them was not healthy for me. I was already notorious for cheating on all seven of them. I hadn't even done anything like that. But unless you knew the real story, you would either be wanting to believe on the juiciest one, or you would be making up the juiciest one.

I shook my head and looked back at the guys. They seemed to be happy together. At least they were laughing, which was normal. It had been 8 months, so things should be pretty much back on track, I assumed. My encounter with three of them a few days ago hadn't been a walk in the park exactly, nor did it clarify what it was like between them. When did things get so complicated; according to what I could see, they didn't even know each other's true intentions, let alone the misunderstandings, the biggest one between me and Jungkook. I needed to sort that out quickly. But how?

I looked back at Yoongi. He had told me to stay away from them, and I had complied. Then his text had baffled me. Did he want me to come here and sort things out? It seemed that way right now to me. After all, he didn't call me here for nothing. He must have had a plan. Should I start the apology train? Where would I even start? Now that I looked carefully, there weren't even all of them there, just-

And the next second, I was being dragged by my hand, away from the ice cream shop.

"What? Hey, who-"

"Shh."

I don't know why, but I became quiet quickly, and let myself be dragged away by the guy who had my back to me. I guess, in my head, there was this thought that I had nothing else I could do, or needed to do.

"Can I at least know where we are going?" I asked after a few minutes. We had reached a place quite far away from the ice cream shop, and quite silent too. The guy stopped, and turned around, leaving my hand.

"Okay, walk with me."

"Jin??? What the heck?"

"Just walk."

I immediately obeyed, coming next to him. We walked on the quiet street together. The following few seconds passed by in silence.

"You're looking good today." I said, looking up at him. He really was looking good in his white t-shirt and black blazer.

He cocked his head to the side, looking at me, and gave a little smirk. "I always look good."

"Right, right. Why do I bother?" I rolled my eyes. "So, what's up? Why aren't you with the boys?"

"I had to talk some sense into you." He frowned. "Or at least, this is what Yoongi said."

I opened my mouth wide in shock. "He told you to talk to me? Why couldn't he do that himself?"

"He texted you, that's more than enough, trust me." He laughed. "He's changed a lot...I'm telling you, she's been quite an influence on him."

"Who's been?"

He looked up. "Um, nobody. Wrong story for today."

"Okay." I said, frowning. "Where is Namjoon then?"

"He has had some episodes with the ice cream shop, so as soon as he knew that we were planning to go there, he shot out of the room like a bullet out of a gun." He mimicked a bullet. "Shooo!"

I sighed at his strange behaviour, then laughed a little. Who am I kidding, this is Kim Seokjin, secretly the actual maknae of the group.

"What are you laughing at? Sit down, lady." He pointed to a bench, pouting in mock anger. "We need to have a long talk, but a short one, because the ice cream is waiting for me."

I lifted my hands up in surrender, sitting down. After a second, he sat down too. "Things have cooled down a bit since then, Y/N." He said, looking at me, his face serious now.

"So everyone is good?"

He sighed. "See, but that's the thing...they are not. They are okay, but I get the feeling that their feelings are just compressed inside them. On the surface, they are happy and laughing and normal and all that, but deep down, they are, how do I say this, incomplete."

I knew what he was getting at. "They need to know the real truth." I said, looking down.

"Yeah." He said. "If you feel like it."

I looked back at him. "What if I don't?"

He smiled a little, and answered simply. "If you don't feel like it today, then tomorrow."

I understood what he was saying. I had to do this, and I had to do this as soon as possible. There was no point in delaying the inevitable any further. And it was not like it was benefitting anyone anyway. I needed to come clean now. But come clean with what?

"You don't know yet, do you?" Jin asked me gently.

"No..."

He smiled. "Go home, relax. Close your eyes and ask yourself who you love. The one you see will be the one."

I rolled my eyes. "It doesn't work, Jin."

"It works everytime, Y/N."

"I did it once before, and nothing came out of it."

He looked in my eyes meaningfully. "Nothing came out of it, or you didn't understand it?"

I gulped, looking in his eyes. He was gazing at me so sharply that I felt myself question everything that I had done till this moment. And suddenly it came to me.

"Oh my God."

"Do you get it now?" He asked.

"I-yes!" Laughing at my foolishness, I hugged him, giddy with happiness. "How did I not understand it before? Jin..you're a genius!!"

He hugged me back, a smile on his lips. A moment later, he stood up and looked at me.

"Well, now that my work is done, I will be running like a bullet out of a gun for that ice cream." He mimicked the bullet again. "Shoo!" And then he laughed, and took a few steps ahead.

"Jin?" I called out, standing up from the bench. He turned back to look at me.

"How do you know this much about, you know, love?"

He smiled. "Wrong story for today." Waving at me, he left.

I smiled after him. He had answered the question which had been bugging me since forever in a second. Now all that was left was to go home, take a deep breath, and then, first of all, call Jungkook and tell him everything. He was the first one I needed to sort everything out with...even if everyone left my side, he would never, and I had lied to him. And the worst thing, he was disappointed with me. I needed to clear the air with him, and then get his opinion on how to go on with the apology train.

But my phone rang before I could take that deep breath.

"Kookie, I just got home. I was about to call you-"

"Are you never going to grow some shame?" Was the blunt reply I got from the other end of the line, and for a second, I was stunned.

"Kook...what are you saying?"

"You know what I am talking about." He spoke in a calm voice, which, given his husky voice, was frightening. "Have you gone mad or something?"

"Kook...I don't understand." I frowned, shaking a little. He had never talked to me this way before. "If this is about me lying to you about coming to the airport-"

"This isn't freaking about that, Y/N!!!" His voice rose a few notches. "Set aside the fact that you cheated on Tae hyung and Jimin hyung, and the fact that you lied to me...what about today, then? Seriously, even I am tired of this. How many more lies? Do you not feel guilty about lying, like, at all?"

"Look, unless you tell me what you are talking about, I'm hanging up the phone, something is not quite right with you."

"You don't know then? Fine...how did your little date with Jin Hyung go?"

"JUNGKOOK!!"

"Yeah, I know! What did you think, this was going to be a secret? There's a thing called social media, you know. You need to check it at least sometimes."

My world went blank for a moment. Everything was quiet; I couldn't even find any words to say.

"Kook, please...do you realise what you are saying?"

"Do you?" He said in a low voice.

"At least talk to Jin before you reach any conclusions." I whispered emotionlessly.

"He wouldn't even accept it, so what's the point?" He was angry...really angry. "But you...Y/N, come on, this is just....shameless."

"Kookie!" A few tears broke free from the restraint I was trying to put on them. "Kook, please, I would never do such a thing. Don't you believe me?"

"I would have said yes until a few days ago."

"Kook-" I was cut off by the beep of the phone as he hung up. I stared at the phone, tears falling from my eyes, Jungkook's voice ringing in my ears. How did he come to this conclusion? Why did he?

Wiping away tears from my eyes to no avail, I opened up my phone to check what he had said. And indeed, he was right.

Why couldn't it ever work out for me?

Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.15

Part 14//Part 15//Part 16

For other parts and the MASTERLIST, please refer to the link to the story in my bio. Thank you for reading!

Guys, I'm really happy today. I had a singing competition in my college, and I won!! So I decided to work a little harder and update, so that I could give you all a reason to be happy too!! Hope you like this update, and if you have anything to say, please ask me, I will be waiting!! Stay updated, and happy reading!

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Summary: Your close friend Taehyung, shares a secret with you, a big secret: You have had a crush on Jimin for the past 6 years. But what he doesn't know is that you have done something bigger than that, something that could destroy many people's lives in seconds. That's a secret for you to keep. But something even bigger is floating in the air: what you have done could destroy BTS's friendship forever...but that's a secret even you don't know yourself.

Pairing: Reader × Jimin/Taehyung ft. Other Members

Genre: Angst

[unicornprincessinthetardis]

My (often relatively reasonable) dad: ...so Enoch Powell was right, what he said has happened.

Me: and you don't think maybe he could've said it without inciting racial hatred and literally saying that in time the rivers might run with the blood of 'native' British people because of immigration, do you?

My dad: no, you're being ridiculous, it had to be said, and there really are areas of cities that are majority black or Muslim now so he was right in his predictions, and it didn't change how things were anyway

Me: *goes away to calm down and read up on the 'Rivers of Blood' speech*

[I already knew some of this but here's a précis for those unfamiliar: in April 1968, in Wolverhampton, UK, a Conservative MP, Enoch Powell, made a speech, about the proposed 'Race Relations Bill' (which subsequently made it illegal to refuse housing/ employment/public services to people on the grounds of race/colour/ ethnic & national origins).

The speech was strongly anti-immigrant, calling for 'voluntary re-emigration' and for moves to be made to stem the tide of immigration, else Britain would be 'overrun' and sooner or later white British people would find themselves fully second-class citizens, and that in some ways they already were. He also talked about a "tragic and intractable phenomenon which we watch with horror on the other side of the Atlantic", which I take to mean immigration in the USA to the similar end of white people no longer being in charge - which in 1968 was so far from the truth, and just horrible baseless fear-mongering, playing on people’s xenophobia and racist prejudice - and compared pro-immigration/anti-discrimination newspapers to the ones that had denied and hid the rise of fascism and threat of war in the 1930s. Plus, he talked about a constituent of his, a woman who lived on a street that had become occupied by mostly black people, who lost her white lodgers and complained to the council for a tax rate reduction because she wouldn't take black tenants, and instead basically got told not to be racist, and presented it as a bad thing that she'd been treated like that.

The speech's common name comes from a phrase he quoted from the Aenid (because he was also a Cambridge-educated classics scholar), 'I seem to see "the River Tiber foaming with much blood"', although he just called it 'the Birmingham speech' and seemed to be surprised by the uproar he caused.]

Me (to self): So it didn't change things did it? How do you explain the attacks against nonwhite people where the attackers literally shouted his name and repeated his rhetoric? Oh, they would definitely have happened if he hadn't made that speech, wouldn't they? And the British people of foreign descent who were so afraid they might be removed from their lives just for not being white they always had cases packed to go? And the fact that experts says he set back progress in 'race relations' by about ten years and legitimised being racist/anti-immigrant in the same way UKIP and some pro-Brexit types have done within the last few years here (fun fact: immediately after the Brexit vote, people were being racially and physically abusive to visibly Muslim and/or South Asian people, telling them to leave because of Brexit, which was of course extreme nonsense because their presence would be nothing to do with the EU, and more likely the British Empire and the Commonwealth, but they were doing it because it seemed suddenly okay to be openly racist, because Nigel Farage and his ilk, and a legally non-binding vote surrounded in lies, said so) and others have done elsewhere, in the US and Europe and Brazil and so many other places.

Powell was interviewed about the speech in 1977 and stood by his views, said that because the immigration figures were higher than those he had been 'laughed at' about in his speech, he was right and now governments didn't want to deal with the "problem", were passing it off to future generations and it would go on until there was a civil war!

He also said he wasn't a 'racialist' (racist) because he believed a "'racialist' is a person who believes in the inherent inferiority of one race of mankind to another, and who acts and speaks in that belief" so he was in fact "a racialist in reverse" as he regarded "many of the peoples in India as being superior in many respects—intellectually, for example, and in other respects—to Europeans." (I mean, I know I can't hold him to our standards but a) that's still racism and b) he did think that mankind was divided into very distinct, probably biologically so, races, which, yes, normal for the time, but the whole 'each with different qualities and ways in which they were better than others' is iffy)

Me: *goes back to Dad to make my point and definitely not get upset* So here are some things that literally happened as a consequence of the 'Rivers of Blood' speech...

So even if he was correct to say what he did (I mean, he wasn't but you have to tiptoe around Dad and I had points to make), he shouldn't have said it the way he did

My dad: so you think the truth should be suppressed? You're only looking at this from one perspective (he thinks he knows better because he was alive at the time and my brother and I weren't despite the fact that we're both into politics and history and, y'know, not into scapegoating, behaving oddly, and laying blame because people are different to us - he and mum also have issues with trans people and we're trying so hard to change their views/behaviours but I'm not sure it's working & that's a whole different story) and there are these areas that really are Muslim-only (because informal lending and wanting to keep the community together is such a crime, right?) and they don't integrate and want to impose Sharia law (only he couldn't remember what it was called right then) and you don't know what it's like (he is an engineer surveyor and travels all over to inspect boilers and cooling systems and all sorts of stuff, and this includes into majority-Black or -Asian (Muslim and otherwise) areas in Birmingham - which is not a no-go area for non-Muslims, I'm a deeply agnostic white woman, it's my nearest big city and I wish I went there more often but it's tricky as I don't drive, public transport is bad/inconvenient, and I have no friends to go with except depression and anxiety [which are worse 'friends' than the ones that I found out only liked me in high school because I always had sweets and snacks at lunch so when I got braces and my mouth hurt too much to eat much of anything which meant I certainly didn't have snacks, they dropped me pretty quickly] so apparently he's the expert on all such matters)

What I wish I'd said: *staying very calm* well, and that's your opinion, I'm going, I've got sewing to finish *leaves*

What actually happened:

Me: have you considered that they are able to buy up areas like that because white people leave because of their prejudice against the 'influx'?

Dad: they buy up great areas because they buy in groups (I think this refers to a sort of community lending thing to be compliant with various parts of Islam? [Please correct me if I'm wrong] which is effectively what building societies/credit unions were, at least to begin with, and he doesn't take issue with those) and want to stay together. Why do they do that? Sikhs don't do that, they buy big houses and aren't bothered about being close together.

Me: different religious ethoses? I don't know... But you do know that they people who want the UK to be a caliphate ruled by Sharia law are just a minority, and that most Muslims would not want that at all, just like you?

Dad: but they still do want it, and it could happen, if there was a charismatic leader,

Me: *incredulous* you know it's about as likely for that to actually happen as for strictly Orthodox Jewish people to be able to make this country into another Israel, right? Besides, there are the police, and the armed forces, and intelligence agencies, not to mention the Government and civil service (thought I'd got a win there, he hates the unchanging upper-class-public-school-Oxbridge nature of the people who effectively really run the government, constant no matter the leaning of the elected party, but no) who have a vested interest in preserving themselves in their current state so would be able to stop anything like that

Dad: yes, but the cutting of funding to police and public services means they might not be able to stop it (I realise now that he's oddly economically left-wing but also really quite socially conservative in some ways)

Me: *getting angry* but it's still an absolute minority, most Muslims would be horrified if it really did happen, and have you ever considered that maybe they wouldn't be so ill-disposed to us and to integration if we didn't demand it of them the moment that they arrive, demand that they assimilate or go away (he often uses the phrase "yes, but they're in somebody else's country, they should make an effort") and maybe young people wouldn't be so easily radicalised and people generally mistrust the people who don't try to understand them, you know, want them to change everything about themselves (for instance, Dad is violently opposed to the burqa etc and not really a fan of the hijab - still doesn't get that it's a choice and people can do what they want because apparently 'anyone could be wearing one of those things' - burqas/niqabs, I presume - and that it must all be forced because who would possibly choose to dress like that - I have half a mind to show him those sites about Christian modest dressing (one was a shop and a lot of their range was pretty cute!) that I once found, just to see if that'll prove to him it is a choice thing) *tries to leave*

Dad: *angry* You stay there and listen to me! You're just looking at it from one perspective and that's not the truth, you're so biased and closed-minded, you only look at things your way!

Me: *furious* Really? Really? Am I? *Scoffs/incredulous exhalation* I'm closed-minded, am I?... *Storms out, shouts as I go* I'm not the one who said Enoch Powell was right!!

This is all heavily paraphrased, because I've been writing this for literal hours now and I was angry and don't remember well at the best of times, it may have been worse than how I'm writing it

Also, going to be tricky to patch up but right now I stand by what I said, because I know my perspective is limited, but at least I actually admit that and try to find out what people different to me think, rather than basing all my opinions and things on my own experiences which can't be universal, as he seems to

Other bs my dad said during the two conversations: "don't get so upset about it, it's only history" (which is bold, considering it was the 50th anniversary this year and he was literally 11 years old when it happened so probably saw/heard news coverage)... "Yes of course far right groups use 'Enoch was right' as a slogan, it doesn't mean anything"... Reiterating the 'nothing changed' thing multiple times... Dismissing the fact that Powell said there'd be a civil war because apparently just because the British/Europeans were aggressive conquerors anyone else who came in numbers anywhere would eventually have that aim and how ridiculous that view actually is... Dismissing the fact that Powell basically incited racial hatred and violence with the inclusion of an irrelevant Classical phrase which spread fear on all sides...

I could go on but I'm so tired and don't want to make myself more upset

I love my parents but I really don't like them very much lately but I don't know if I just put up with it or leave sooner or later and if I do leave I don't know where I'd go because no friends

Basically I'm so sorry for my parents' prejudices which I'm still trying to unlearn myself - I apologise wholeheartedly to all Muslim and Jewish people and honestly pretty much everyone they're prejudiced against

[jisunwithtaeandkookie]

Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.6

Summary: Your close friend Taehyung, shares a secret with you, a big secret: You have had a crush on Jimin for the past 6 years. But what he doesn't know is that you have done something bigger than that, something that could destroy many people's lives in seconds. That's a secret for you to keep. But something even bigger is floating in the air: what you have done could destroy BTS's friendship forever...but that's a secret even you don't know yourself.

Pairing: Reader × Jimin/Taehyung ft. Other Members

Genre: Drama/Romance/Angst

A/N: READ IT FROM THE START, OR YOU'RE GOING TO SPOIL THE STORY FOR YOURSELF!

A part of me wanted to run away. Run away...from everyone. From Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook...just every single one of the boys, and never look back. No one would be hurt that way. No one would have to know anything.

But I wouldn't know what would've happened if I hadn't run.

Always this reason...I sighed. It was always this reason which kept me from running...kept me hopeful. That everything will be alright. That everything could be alright. And what was worse that it was true: even if I tried to deny it, I couldn't.

"Tell me what?" Jimin asked me when he found me silent for a while.

"Oh yeah." I kind of broke out of my reverie. "Umm.."

My phone rang at the exact moment, making both of us jump. Disappointed and relieved at the same time, I picked up the phone: disappointed because I had almost made up my mind to confess, and relieved because I had almost made up my mind to confess.

"Hello?"

"Y/N-ah," a familiar voice came in my ears, and I sighed. "Where are you?"

"I'm at...why are you asking?"

"Because you aren't replying to my messages." Jungkook whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" I frowned.

"Because I'm with the the boys right now." He sounded impatient. "Listen, just don't go over, I'm not going to be there."

"I'm already here." I rolled my eyes. "And I didn't come here for you. Tae had invited me here."

"Yeah I know- what? Tae hyung? But he..." He sounded confused. I had opened my mouth to tell him when he said, "Oh."

I sighed loudly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jimin frown.

"Well what are you going to do now?" He asked.

"Umm..." I felt my mind changing its opinion very fast, and suddenly I was very nervous to say anything. To anyone.

"Take it slow, okay?" Jungkook said. "This is getting out of hand very fast. I'll come over afterwards, and we'll figure out what to do, yeah?"

That seemed like a better option from what I was originally going to do. "Okay, see you then." I hung up without answering, before Jimin got any more sceptical than he was right now.

"So..what were you going to tell me?" He asked again.

Shoot. What was I going to say now? "Umm..nothing important." I smiled nervously. "Aren't you going to ask who called?"

"No, why? Should I?" He asked, and then he laughed. "That rhymed."

I smiled at him for a brief second. I was feeling like I would faint from the nervousness...smiling even a little was a big achievement for me.

"I don't want to know who called you every time someone does. What do you think I am, your possessive boyfr-"

I widened my eyes, gasping a little unintentionally.

He straightened up, and cleared his throat. "Um..I mean, would you like something to eat?"

"Would you cook?" I smiled.

"For you?" He smiled too. I nodded slowly, giving him the cue to go on. He kept looking at me for a few seconds before saying anything.

"Naah, why would I go through such troubles for you?"

"Hey." I pouted, smacking him on his arm. He laughed harder than before. "Aish, so cute...I can if you're hungry."

"Sure, but we can order something...it will be tastier."

"Hey." He pouted and smacked me on my arm, mocking me. We laughed together.

"Why don't we sit?" I suggested.

"And then what?"

"Can't we just sit?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh, yeah..sure we can." He said, combing his hair with his hand. "I have something for you. Wait here."

I sat down on the couch, while he ran towards the kitchen. I smiled thinking about him, and then I thought about Tae. Oh how I was going to kill him the next time I saw him.

"Here." He came back and sat beside me, holding a packet of jelly beans in his hands. "We can eat this."

I laughed, and he frowned. "What happened? Is there something wrong? Do I eat too much?"

"No, I was just...remembering something Jungkook had said about jelly beans." I frowned, remembering when he had called me.

"Oh." He looked down, while saying slowly, "Can you just focus on me when you're with me for a change?"

"Why are you saying that?"

"You're always thinking about something else." He put the packet on the table, maybe because he was avoiding my gaze. "Tae, Jungkook, the whole group sometimes, I just..." He sighed, turning back to me.

I pouted. "Is this because of the soulmates conversation we were having when I wasn't answering your questions?"

He shook his head. "No it's not just that. It's just...a lot of times, you just...are thinking about something else. Anyways, forget that."

"Yeah, okay." I looked down, before shifting myself closer to him and putting a hand on his hand. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry. That wasn't intentional. And also...I can never ignore you....you are special to me."

He looked in my eyes. "Special as in...?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. You're just...special."

He looked away, but I could see a hint of smile on his face before he did. "Can I ask you something? I mean, I have already asked you but...you didn't answer it back then."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me right now. "Yes."

He turned back to me. "Do you believe in soulmates?"

I looked at him, trying to find the purpose of this question in his eyes. His soft black eyes were telling me nothing...at the same time, maybe everything.

"Not right now. Maybe if I find mine." I breathed...his face was close to mine. "What about you?"

He leaned in close, almost a little too close for comfort. "Same..I didn't believe in them either before."

I flinched from the closeness. "Have you found yours then?"

He looked in my eyes meaningfully, trying to find something in them. For a second my breath was hitched in my throat...he was too close, this was not good.

Suddenly I realised something.

If I was here for even a bit longer, I was going to end up hurting him.

"Actually, yeah. Y/N, I..."

I got up abruptly. "I've gotta go." I said, and ran for the door.

"Y/N, what happened?" He was surprised, but he didn't follow me.

I stopped, and turned back. "I have to do something...I'll talk to you tomorrow." With that I dashed out of the door. "Maybe." I said afterwards, when I was out of his earshot.

I ran almost all the way to my house, my throat choked up. This was getting worse and worse. I shouldn't have done it in the first place; I shouldn't have lied to anyone like this. But I did anyways...and here I was, knee deep in lies and I was hurting the people I loved the most in the world. And myself.

I was almost at my door when I collided with someone. "Sorry", I said, and then looked up. "You?"

"I told you I was coming", he said with a worried look on his face from when he had seen me.

"Kookie."

That was all I could say before I finally broke. I embraced him in a tight hug, and started sobbing. He was surprised for a moment, then hugged me back, caressing my head.

"Chocolate, what happened?"

"I can't do this anymore, Kookie." I said between sobs. "I can't lie to him anymore. I shouldn't have done it in the first place, I..." A fresh wave of emotions hit me, and I started sobbing harder than before.

"Y/N-ah..." He started, but didn't continue. Instead, he kissed me lightly on my head. "I am sorry, it was all my idea."

I didn't say anything, still sobbing in his chest.

"If you want, you can tell him everything." He whispered.

"How?" I looked up at Jungkook, my eyes red from tears.

"I..." He looked at me, speechless.

I clutched his jacket fiercely, pouring out everything I had hidden for all this time. "How can I tell Tae that I lied to him? How can I tell him that I lied about having a crush on Jimin so that I could get closer to him, because he is the one I have loved all along??"

"I...don't know. We'll find a way, I promise you."

"He's going to hate me, Kookie!!" I screamed, tears pouring down my cheeks. "And Jimin...I'm going to hurt him when he finds out!" I buried my head in his jacket, sobbing again.

Jungkook didn't say anything. He just stood with me in his arms, his eyes closed with worry. It was quiet for a while, until a voice pierced the silence.

"What?"

Opening his eyes, Jungkook turned around, and froze.

"Tae hyung?"

Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.6

Part 5//Part 6//Part 7

(Sorry for the late update, I was making sure this important chapter was up to your standards, and also mine. I hope you're not angry with me for being an hour late.)

So...more secrets were revealed, and new things are coming into light, as well as new questions: How will Y/N and Jungkook come out of this mess? They don't even have time anymore...the moment of truth is upon them. How is Tae going to react? Will he hate her, or will he forgive her? And what about Jimin when he finds out? Stay tuned to find out.

Next update coming at on 24th November at 17:30 GMT. Stay updated, and happy reading!

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