always, with me. j.jk

his

~"i wont go anywhere. I will always be there for you."~

~"I will share my happiness with you, doesn't matter what way, i will give you happiness"~

{2018.10.17.vlive}

Yura walked into her house bopping along to the music coming from her headphones. The day had progressed downhill since she entered school and it caused her mood to shift from rainbow and sprinkles to underworld and hades real quick.

School had been stressful but music helped her loosen and always brightened her mood. She climbed the stairs to her room as jungkook followed close behind. Opening the door to her and admitting Jungkook behind her into the room, she saw her mother standing in the middle and glaring at the mess of the room.

Yura had been late in the morning so she didn't have time to tidy up but of course her mom wouldnt understand that. She never did. She just wanted a clean room.

“What the hell is this mess, yura?”

“Mom, I just got back from school, I'll tidy it up a bit.”

“That's what you always say! You live in this room like a homeless person. It looks like a pigsty here! You lazy bum!”

she shouted as she exited the room not wanting to stay in the mess any longer.

Yuras eyes became stingy trying to hold back tears from the words that her mother had spewed so carelessly. Jungkook observed her form as she timidly put her bag on the floor and took off her hat. He knew she was sad, it was written on her face clear as day.

“Yura, you okay?”

She walked around for some time, trying to make some sense of her room. Putting her hat in its place, picking up her night suit, clearing the utensils that had found their way into the room, trying to ignore jungkook's kind and worried expression. She walked past the boy with a fresh pair of clothes when he stood in front of her, blocking her path.

“Yeah, I'm good.” she finally replied, not making eye contact, walking into her closet to change.
Coming out with a fresh pair of clothes, yura still felt like crying. Her mind was racing as she tried to calm her nerves and tell herself it would be okay.

“Yura, breathe….
In….
Out….
In…
Out…”

She followed jungkook's instructions as he stood in front of her demonstrating the deep breaths.

Shaking out the last breath a stray tear also trickled down as she fell onto the bed. She fell sideways so her face still faced Jungkook's who was still standing, his hands in his pockets and face laced with worry. She laid there for a second as she kept her gaze on the man in front.

His form was large, making her feel safe, his hair was black with blonde tips, a small smile played on his lips, his shirt half tucked into his shirt, just like yura liked it. Both kept staring at each other when slowly Jungkook made his way to the bed and laid down in front of her, face to face staring at each other's delicate features. She felt relaxed now but the tears were still fresh as Jungkook took out his phone. He put on a song that he knew would help her right now.

Pressing play he kept his eyes on her as the words filled the space between them…

‘I'm sitting alone, only my mind wanders
Since when did you start hurting me?
See, you don’t even know’

She focused on his eyes and the words surrounding them as tears started pouring out. He reached forward and took off her glasses and put them in between them. They both lay there letting Jimin's voice be the healing medicine curing their psyches, letting the sweet melodie be the catalyst to a better emotion, letting the words settle into her and make themselves at home.

‘Now promise me, oh, oh
Several times a day, oh, oh
Though you feel alone, oh, oh
Don't throw yourself away, oh, oh’

“I don't think i can”, yura mumbled as a response to the song feeling one last tear slip out.

“You can. I promise you, you can.” Jungkook assured, wanting to take Yuras hand in his but he couldn't.

“Yura...can i ask you something?”

“Hmm…”

“Why don't you let me understand what your mom always says to you.”

“I don't want you to hear the things she says.”

“But i want to know”

“Why?”

“I wanna know what makes you sad, why you cry after hearing her, i wanna know so i can console you.”

“You don't have to. It's ok jungkook.”

“I don't have to but i want to.”

“Jungkook you’re not even real. I made you up.”

“Yura… I am real. You made me from your imagination, I am a part of you. I'm as real as your mind and your soul.”

“That doesn't help, you know…”

“It's not supposed to. Truth hurts…”

She gazed into his eyes once more. Gosh
How obsessed does she have to be to imagine a member of her favorite band just to console her.

Lonely ass.

But it felt nice.
To have someone to talk to, and feel safe. To know someone is always watching over you.

“I wish i could hold your hand…” she spoke slowly.

“Me too…”

he said while reaching his hand out but for some reason not being able to reach Yura's.
He gazed at her forlorn state and she spoke up,

“I don't deserve you..”

“What-”

And within a second, he was gone. The space in front of her is now empty and depressing.