𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 *𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔧𝔦𝔫* ^𝔜𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔨𝔬𝔬𝔨^

6

15.3.17

"I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs, tired of love songs, tired of love, I just wanna go home, wanna go home, wanna go home whoa" Jungkook sang as he walked home, his eyes never leaving the beautiful stars that shone in the dark blue sky.

He'd listened to this song a million times yet he'd never related to the wanna go home until now, he missed his bed so fucking much.

Yet the walk almost felt never-ending, and soon the song was finishing and he was still walking, his mind wandering off to Yoongi, the way he never answered his question, the look he gave him when he left, the fact that he paid for Jungkook's cab.

Jungkook hated it all, if there was something he hated the most it would be between relating to sad songs and people's pity, actually no it would definitely be people's pity.

Jungkook finally tore his eyes away from the stars he wished to be and looked down at his old pair of shoes, he should probably buy a new pair.

Not wanting to think about money Jungkook focused on the next song playing in his ears.

Then somebody said...

"Let's get tattoos together, something to remember, if it's way too soon, fuck it whatever, give me shapes and letters, if not forever, then at least we'll have.. tattoos together" Jungkook was smiling as he sang along to the lyrics.

And then he was standing outside of his apartment, It was weird how he hadn't been paying any attention when he pressed the elevator button to when he had gotten out of it and arrived outside of his apartment.

He sighed and opened the door, just as usual, it wasn't locked, he knew he should lock it, they could get robbed but what was the point if his parents might leave the house and didn't have their keys?

The smell of alcohol and drugs greeting him as he silently took off his shoes and made his way to his room, getting a glance at the clock on the living room wall and seeing the time was 1 am.

That's didn't matter, Jungkook was still gonna get less than 6 hours of sleep due to his feeling of staying up and listening to sad songs again, he felt like crying.

It wasn't the first time he felt like that but before yesterday he could never let the tears go, the urge just came, then the emotions came but the tears never came.

The door to his room shut and he walked over to his bed letting out a quiet fuck before going to his playlist of songs.

Pacifically sad songs.

Putting it on shuffle, he sighed when he heard the first song, he knew the song, and he didn't agree with the title it was bullshit to him.

It's Ok Not To Be Ok.

Jungkook right now decided to focus on the lyrics instead of the title.

Feeling like you're trapped in your own skin

And now your body's frozen

He didn't understand a thing she was saying so he decided to Focus on something else until he really did understand what was being said.

The windows were the first thing that caught his eyes, the way everything beyond them looked so shiny and sparkly yet inside of his room he couldn't see shit.

Maybe he should turn on the lights, would that help? Probably but he wasn't going to do that, the light would disrupt his mood.

Then he was no longer thinking about the light, but instead about the song playing, singing along with the artist.