Stars fall from the beautiful sky...is it because of the luck they bring?
Seokjin woke up from the torment through the coldest, health wrecking morning. He was alone in his bed, calling out a name in the air, only to find his kook to be gone.
Staring all around the bedroom through his degenerating eyes, seeing all the fretful still whiteness of this room, it gave him an ungraceful whimpers. His face grew hot, red, trembling in his palms, his lips nearly bruised by chewing on it, unshed tears getting boiled on surface of his eyes.
One loud breath exhaled, breaking down his human hair like restrain and poured out all bitter feelings, all black and gray in him through his detoriating wails. He plucked out the IV drip harshly, the sting he bit down and scrambled the blanket away, wobbling downstairs.
“Where's he?” “Where is he?” he reiterated, his voice in aghast. Oh his eyes miserably running around the house.
“He's gone. Jin. He left when you were asleep.” Jimin spoke, sprinting from the kitchen, not trying to make up some lies in hopes would get Jin calmed but then those empty hopes might break him more severe later. His hands steady in the air as he saw Jin swirling around himself, and about to grab him but Jin stumbled back, avoiding any touch.
His eyes glistened in anger and sorrow “Gone? Wasn't that suppose my nightmare?” he asked about his own nightmares to others. “I know he is here! Bring him to me, he told me about his leaving but in my dream. It's not real. No he didn't come here just to leave. I can surely say, that was all in my dream!” he vigorously shook his head, confusing the reality with the dream. His hairs ruffled, silky strings stuck on his teary wet face.
He refused to look at their eyes for they gave him stares like he was on the deathbed already, or like he was stranded alone in the middle of his wedding.
Those stares winced him.
“Jimin-ah!” he humphed in an utter exhaust, emotionally drained. “You, tell me—where is he? Don't joke around huh!” he fake smiled in tears, walking to him. “You don't understand, There's danger out there, I need to bring him back and hide him!” he wailed, jerking Jimin's arms.
“From whom? and where you'll hide that big detestable, troubled man!” Jimin didn't mean to degrade that stranger for him but he did just to let Jin see Jungkook's bad side, suspected by his running away and coming here with strange wounds. He did it so he wanted Seokjin to drop this demand on him, like those kids who choose the handsomest gifts but refuse them when it's devalued. However nobody was a kid here and that made jin to push everyone's opinion away.
“With me! I'll hide him in here, close to my side.” he looked serious in being childish, nothing he spoke of meaningful, just blabbering something out of hazed mind brought by this guy again, Jungkook.
Jimin silenced himself in pity.
“Hide him from people like you who demeaning him, without knowing him.” he swayed on his legs and gathered himself into the corner. “He shouldn't be out, it's so cold, he must be starving, sleepless. He has nobody but me! He'll be lonely...” he bit his lip in restlessness.
“Jin-ah!” uncle sterned, springing from the sofa, this sentimental drama playing before him started to sting his eyes. “Don't be careless. Stop this, go back to your room, take your medicines and have rest. Jimin, Put his iv back.” He tried to grab his arm but Seokjin slipped out.
“First-bring-him-to-me!” he spoke out in persist, each word with a pause to be clear.
“Just go, jin. I say. Jungkook is paying for wrong sides he turned to. He looks exactly like what he does!”
