SECOND CHANCE | JIKOOK✅

3.PAIN

Jimin Pov

As the luminous glow pierced the darkness, abruptly flooding the room with brilliance, my tear-stained face froze in astonishment. There he stood, swaying unsteadily, the foul stench of alcohol emanating from his every pore. A jolt of indifference surged through me, for I had long ceased to care about the pitiful existence of an alcoholic.

Defiantly, I resolved to defy his presence in the most emphatic way possible. Rejecting the solace of my own bed, I made a resolute choice to lay claim to the living room, as if to declare my independence from the chaos he perpetually wrought.

As I settled myself onto the worn, uncomfortable couch, I whispered plaintively into the desolate air, my voice a mere whimper. "If by some cruel twist of fate you find yourself here, Taemin, know that I will not allow myself to suffer at your hand any longer." Each word trembled with a mix of sadness, defiance, and an unyielding resolve.

With arms wrapped tightly around my shivering frame, I succumbed to a restless slumber, my weary soul finding momentary respite from the torments that had plagued me for far too long.

Jungkook Pov

Startled from my slumber, I jolted upright as an uproar of music blasted through the apartment walls, shaking the very foundation of my senses. Confused, I swiveled my head in search of the source, expecting the television to be the culprit, but to my bewilderment, it remained dormant.

Determined to uncover the origin of this cacophony, I briskly made my way towards the alluring sound, my curiosity fueling each stride. As I approached the living room, the pulsating rhythm grew louder, and what awaited me was a sight that defied comprehension.

There he was, dancing with an enchanting grace, reminiscent of a mythical black swan. My mind, overwhelmed by the sheer spectacle before me, lost itself in the hypnotic movements. His body twisted and contorted like a supple elastic, defying the limits of human capability. I stood, mesmerized, unable to tear my eyes away from this unearthly display.

But as abruptly as the music had erupted, it ceased, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. He stood there, panting heavily, his body adorned with vibrant splatters of paint. My presence seemed inconsequential to him as he remained immersed in his artistic frenzy. Resolute, I approached him and decisively turned down the volume, leaving him alone with his chaos.

Without granting him a second glance, I departed for the refuge of my own sanctuary, closing the door behind me. However, before the door latched shut, his eyes bore into mine, a sinister glare of resentment. In a playful act of defiance, I couldn't resist poking my tongue out at him, taunting his malevolence.

As I settled into my room, a flurry of thoughts swirled within my mind. "Why did I allow myself to be captivated by him? I must maintain my distance," I silently chastised myself, questioning the weakening of my resolve.

Embracing the arrival of the weekend, I resolved to spend time with my dear friend Tae and the rest of my companions. Briskly, I immersed myself in a revitalizing shower, each droplet washing away the lingering traces of the night's events. While diligently brushing my teeth, a peculiar sight caught my attention - his toothbrush, neatly suspended by the sink. Mischievously, I snatched it from its perch and unceremoniously dropped it to the cold tiles below before proceeding with my morning routine.

Emerging from the shower, I opted for an edgy ensemble, adorning myself in a pair of ripped jeans and a pristine white top, ready to face the world outside the confines of our chaotic existence.