𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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It's sad seeing him broken down, and I'm not going to sprout that bullshit that people like to say about how there are more fish in the sea. Although that's true, it's such an insensitive statement to say, especially after a breakup.

Instead of saying a shitty comment like that, people should be saying I know it hurts, and I don't know what to say to help you through this, but let's try to bring back your smile.

People shouldn't try to fix the problem and should instead focus on making that person slowly try to feel anything but sadness at first.

If they constantly hear words like there's someone out there for you! Then they'll become discouraged because the way of thinking makes it seem that person is out of their reach, far away.

I only know because despite not truly being in a real relationship before, I've heard it a lot with my friends.

I was the rock they cried on, and I was the crutch they walked on during their recovery. I may not have been the one to fully heal their broken hearts, but I know I did more good than any ex ever did for them.

"Alright everyone, listen up," I hear the loud, commanding voice that rips me right out of my thoughts. "We've got a mission tonight, and I better not see one fuck up,"

I stand from the couch when I hear Jungkook's voice. As the large crowd gathers to listen, I walk forward with them.

I hear Jungkook speak loud with a demanding voice that doesn't, and does, suit him at the same time.

I can easily picture him becoming the leader if Ghost were to ever leave for good. Still not being able to see him, I push my way through the crowd where I make it upfront. When I see him, it takes me off guard.

He's wearing all black, except for a white, button-up shirt. Although it's not the time, he does look so good in it.

He's wearing somewhat baggy, black pants with black boots that I remember him having. He's wearing a black belt with silver chains dangling from it aesthetically. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, which expose his tattoos. And a thick, silver chain wraps around his neck with a lock placed in the middle.

His hair is slicked back, and it's only when I see the disguise he's wearing that my heart stops.

He's not wearing a plastic mask like some of the others; he's got his face painted like a clown, but I've never seen anyone pull off this look before.

Jungkook's lips are painted black. Black runs down his eyes, fading like smoke, and a wide, black smile spreads across his lips which meet at either side of his ears. The background of the makeup is white, but it takes me off guard when he darts his attention around the crowd, and his eyes cross over mine.

He jumps up high on a platform, chain rattling when he does and his black, gloved hands catching onto the air as if a professional. He runs his fingers through his hair, wetting his black lips while surveying the room. When he talks, it looks like he's smiling, and the way his lustful eyes always seem to be, it probably doesn't help him looking more attractive to me.

Why does he have to look so good in everything?

"I'm heading out first to check out the area, but I want everyone's help on this one. If you don't want to participate, stand by in case we need help, and for newer members, you'll be joining me tonight. I leave in an hour, and everyone else should be getting suited up. If your mask is widely known, as you may have noticed my new face of the night, you'll be accompanying me in this clown mask and so will the newbies."