"I Don't Need You To Light Up My World Just Sit With Me In The Dark..."
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♠Jungkook's POV♠
FLASHBACK (October 26th)
The autumn sun shines through the peak of the orange and yellow leaves remaining on some of the trees as they rustle against the side of the window.
It's quiet and peaceful, I like it.
"Jungkook"
I slowly open my eyes, they feel heavy and hurt.
My eyes travel the room I'm in. I recall stepping in earlier and landing on the couch but everything after that is completely blank.
I look to my side only to see a man sitting on the couch facing me.
He tilts his head slightly to the side, his cat like features soft and brown eyes intrigued behind his circular optic glasses.
He's dressed casually in a mustard colored button up and dark slacks, his right foot prompt over his left knee, a clipping board settled on his lap and the end of a black ink pen tapping against the side of the clipboard, patiently.
I raise a curious eyebrow as I take him in and it only takes me a moment to realize how familiar he looks and why he should look familiar to me in the first place.
I sit up, the journal previously lying on my chest falls into my lap, opening to a random page, his brown eyes quickly glance down at it but I use a slender index to shut it, his eyes advert elsewhere.
My journal feels heavy lying on my thighs, a heartfelt letter is secretly hidden inside, the first of possibly many to come, too vulnerable to be exposed to curious eyes.
My journal was the only thing that I've ever written in that was heartfelt and raw, I unfortunately couldn't say the same about the other works I've shared with the world.
"You were mumbling things again" he points out while jotting on his block note.
The only thing surprising here was that I had actually managed to sleep, after all the months of not having a blink of sleep, it was surprising to hear that I managed to sleep, even it was for a couple of minutes.
I use the sleeve of my sweater to rub my eyes before opening my bag and slipping my journal inside, safe from his wandering eyes.
"How long have I been asleep?" I ask, my voice cracks as I speak, clearing the sleep, heaviness and fatigue from my voice.
He pulls back the sleeve of his shirt and glances at his watch "At least five minutes" he replies and returns his gaze to me.
I nod and remove a hair tie from around my tatted wrist and gather my hair up from my face. I pull my hair up into a tight ponytail and he keeps his eyes glued to me and my actions.
