Stupid Lies: Let It All Burn Down
Title: Stupid Lies: Let It All Burn Down
Chapter: 1 (of ?)
Pairing: Jinyoung/Jaebum, Jinyoung/Mark
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 840
Summary: The third installment to the Bleeding Love Saga. It follows Bleeding Love: Stupid Questions and Bleeding Love: Stupid Cliches. It would be beneficial to read both of those first. AU.
[Maybe we’re all walking around life with Jack Nicholson-voiced devils sitting on our shoulders, shouting at us, “You can’t handle the truth!”]
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[The Universes Explained]
A breakdown/refresher course/explanation for those who need or want it.
First Universe. Bleeding Love: Stupid Questions.
It’s the first distinct universe. Chapters 1&2 of Stupid Cliches, as well as all the JJProject backstory (growing up together/childhood) in the future chapters, can be included in this first universe.
Second Universe. Bleeding Love: Stupid Cliches.
Chapters 1 and part of 2 (you should know where the turning point is: the phone call) of Stupid Questions is also included in this second distinct universe.
First Spin-Off. I’ve Got Sunshine (On a Cloudy Day).
This is only part of the second universe, Stupid Cliches. (To be written.)
Third Universe. Stupid Lies: Let It All Burn Down.
All of Stupid Questions (yes, every chapter) as well as Chapters 1&2 and all JJProject backstory of Stupid Cliches is included and part of this third universe.
*** The basics of ALL universes: Jinyoung and Jaebum have been best friends since second grade. Jaebum is in love with Jinyoung. Mark and Jinyoung date. After that, each universe has its own path and course and story to be told.
*** If too confusing, please feel free to ask me any questions.
___________________
This is the hardest story,
That I have ever told,
No hope, or love, or glory,
Happy endings gone forever more
“Happy Ending” by MIKA
_____________
Lying is an unavoidable part of human nature. Research says so it must be true.
It makes sense, right?
We tell lies as early as babes still in diapers. We’re born naked and innocent, a wailing baby shaking fists in the air, upset about bright lights and the cold, sterile hospital room that’s nothing like the home and comfort we knew for nine months. So the question becomes how do we learn to lie? The lies we tell when we’re toddlers, such small, insignificant lies but still important for what they represent: a slippery slope, a fall into an abyss, a habit that’s as addicting as any drug and just as hard to kick.
We tell lies, according to our ages. “I’m not scared of the dark,” we proudly boast to our classmates in the daylight, but come nighttime, a different story is told. Variations of “the dog ate my homework,” we fib to teachers, and the older we get, the more creative our excuses become. “It wasn’t me,” or “she started it, mom!” when in trouble by our parents, always ready to shift blame. Later in teen years, we’ll say, “I’m going to a friend’s house to study,” when what we really plan is to attend a party thrown by kids much older than us.
And the lie we will repeat the most in life, “I’m fine, thank you,” when asked how we’re doing. The words said so often they become meaningless and trite.
-
Then there are the stories: Pinocchio, “The Boy Who Cried Wolf,” “The Golden Ax and the Silver Ax.” Stories we’re told as children to teach us the moral lesson that lying is wrong and honesty is always the best policy.
Of course, in the next breath, our parents speak about Santa Claus and the tooth fairy and tell us that even if we hate the present great-grandma gave us, we still need to be polite and say we love it.
What is the truth? Is it always black and white, a razor sharp divide between the two, or is it perhaps the opposite and there are infinite gray areas when it comes to the words we speak out loud - is it okay to stretch the truth just a tiny tiny bit or tell a white lie depending on the reason? Where do we - where do you - draw the line?
Is lying always bad, or is it just a necessary evil for society to function?
-
Types of lies.
White lies, lies of omission, lies to protect, lies to deceive, the lies we tell ourselves, the lies we tell others, the lies that hurt, the lies that destroy. Little deceits that build and build until they become one giant deception, a tangled web so intricate and fine we can never hope to break free.
Honestly, all of them, all the lies are so fucking stupid. You think we’d learn eventually, wouldn’t you?
Why doesn’t anyone believe the cliche, the truth shall set you free?
Maybe we’re all walking around life with Jack Nicholson-voiced devils sitting on our shoulders, shouting at us, “You can’t handle the truth!”
The devil talks fast and sweet, and we fall willingly into the trap, into believing that it’s all right, just one little lie won’t hurt; it’s not really lying after all, it’s just… not sharing everything. But then that one little lie that’s not really a lie spirals out of control and consumes everything bright and happy and good in our life, burning it down until nothing but bitter ashes remain on the cold, dark ground.
And we stand alone in the wake of destruction we created with no one to blame but ourselves.
-
You know how sometimes in life, you look back and you can’t pinpoint one pivotal, defining event that led you to where you are today, because it was a collection of several little moments and decisions you made instead?
This time, that’s not the case.
This time, there is a giant neon sign right at the exact moment of departure, glaring garishly bright, screeching in capital letters: fuck-up ahead, clean up on aisle five needed.
That’s exactly what happened.
He fucks up royally and it costs him. He should have been content to coast along forever friend-zoned, because who fucking cared the damage it did to his heart, if it meant he could stay by Jinyoung’s side? That’s what’s important. That should have been enough, even if it bled his heart dry.
He goes to the wedding. He has to, he is the best man after all.
He is invited over to their new house they bought together a few other times, but it is nothing but a giant wailing awkward clusterfuck of a mess with both Jinyoung and him trying to act like everything is amazing and perfect and just right.
Just right.
What a fucking lie.
_____________
A bit of a different set-up. This story starts going forward before the missing pieces are filled in.
Comments, thoughts, constructive criticism, they’re all appreciated. Thank you.
Ch2
Chapter: 1 (of ?)
Pairing: Jinyoung/Jaebum, Jinyoung/Mark
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 840
Summary: The third installment to the Bleeding Love Saga. It follows Bleeding Love: Stupid Questions and Bleeding Love: Stupid Cliches. It would be beneficial to read both of those first. AU.
[Maybe we’re all walking around life with Jack Nicholson-voiced devils sitting on our shoulders, shouting at us, “You can’t handle the truth!”]
_____________________
[The Universes Explained]
A breakdown/refresher course/explanation for those who need or want it.
First Universe. Bleeding Love: Stupid Questions.
It’s the first distinct universe. Chapters 1&2 of Stupid Cliches, as well as all the JJProject backstory (growing up together/childhood) in the future chapters, can be included in this first universe.
Second Universe. Bleeding Love: Stupid Cliches.
Chapters 1 and part of 2 (you should know where the turning point is: the phone call) of Stupid Questions is also included in this second distinct universe.
First Spin-Off. I’ve Got Sunshine (On a Cloudy Day).
This is only part of the second universe, Stupid Cliches. (To be written.)
Third Universe. Stupid Lies: Let It All Burn Down.
All of Stupid Questions (yes, every chapter) as well as Chapters 1&2 and all JJProject backstory of Stupid Cliches is included and part of this third universe.
*** The basics of ALL universes: Jinyoung and Jaebum have been best friends since second grade. Jaebum is in love with Jinyoung. Mark and Jinyoung date. After that, each universe has its own path and course and story to be told.
*** If too confusing, please feel free to ask me any questions.
___________________
This is the hardest story,
That I have ever told,
No hope, or love, or glory,
Happy endings gone forever more
“Happy Ending” by MIKA
_____________
Lying is an unavoidable part of human nature. Research says so it must be true.
It makes sense, right?
We tell lies as early as babes still in diapers. We’re born naked and innocent, a wailing baby shaking fists in the air, upset about bright lights and the cold, sterile hospital room that’s nothing like the home and comfort we knew for nine months. So the question becomes how do we learn to lie? The lies we tell when we’re toddlers, such small, insignificant lies but still important for what they represent: a slippery slope, a fall into an abyss, a habit that’s as addicting as any drug and just as hard to kick.
We tell lies, according to our ages. “I’m not scared of the dark,” we proudly boast to our classmates in the daylight, but come nighttime, a different story is told. Variations of “the dog ate my homework,” we fib to teachers, and the older we get, the more creative our excuses become. “It wasn’t me,” or “she started it, mom!” when in trouble by our parents, always ready to shift blame. Later in teen years, we’ll say, “I’m going to a friend’s house to study,” when what we really plan is to attend a party thrown by kids much older than us.
And the lie we will repeat the most in life, “I’m fine, thank you,” when asked how we’re doing. The words said so often they become meaningless and trite.
-
Then there are the stories: Pinocchio, “The Boy Who Cried Wolf,” “The Golden Ax and the Silver Ax.” Stories we’re told as children to teach us the moral lesson that lying is wrong and honesty is always the best policy.
Of course, in the next breath, our parents speak about Santa Claus and the tooth fairy and tell us that even if we hate the present great-grandma gave us, we still need to be polite and say we love it.
What is the truth? Is it always black and white, a razor sharp divide between the two, or is it perhaps the opposite and there are infinite gray areas when it comes to the words we speak out loud - is it okay to stretch the truth just a tiny tiny bit or tell a white lie depending on the reason? Where do we - where do you - draw the line?
Is lying always bad, or is it just a necessary evil for society to function?
-
Types of lies.
White lies, lies of omission, lies to protect, lies to deceive, the lies we tell ourselves, the lies we tell others, the lies that hurt, the lies that destroy. Little deceits that build and build until they become one giant deception, a tangled web so intricate and fine we can never hope to break free.
Honestly, all of them, all the lies are so fucking stupid. You think we’d learn eventually, wouldn’t you?
Why doesn’t anyone believe the cliche, the truth shall set you free?
Maybe we’re all walking around life with Jack Nicholson-voiced devils sitting on our shoulders, shouting at us, “You can’t handle the truth!”
The devil talks fast and sweet, and we fall willingly into the trap, into believing that it’s all right, just one little lie won’t hurt; it’s not really lying after all, it’s just… not sharing everything. But then that one little lie that’s not really a lie spirals out of control and consumes everything bright and happy and good in our life, burning it down until nothing but bitter ashes remain on the cold, dark ground.
And we stand alone in the wake of destruction we created with no one to blame but ourselves.
-
You know how sometimes in life, you look back and you can’t pinpoint one pivotal, defining event that led you to where you are today, because it was a collection of several little moments and decisions you made instead?
This time, that’s not the case.
This time, there is a giant neon sign right at the exact moment of departure, glaring garishly bright, screeching in capital letters: fuck-up ahead, clean up on aisle five needed.
That’s exactly what happened.
He fucks up royally and it costs him. He should have been content to coast along forever friend-zoned, because who fucking cared the damage it did to his heart, if it meant he could stay by Jinyoung’s side? That’s what’s important. That should have been enough, even if it bled his heart dry.
He goes to the wedding. He has to, he is the best man after all.
He is invited over to their new house they bought together a few other times, but it is nothing but a giant wailing awkward clusterfuck of a mess with both Jinyoung and him trying to act like everything is amazing and perfect and just right.
Just right.
What a fucking lie.
_____________
A bit of a different set-up. This story starts going forward before the missing pieces are filled in.
Comments, thoughts, constructive criticism, they’re all appreciated. Thank you.
Ch2