Shades Of Lust

Chapter 4 | Little Boy

Jungkook

"How can you be so busy on your laptop on Sundays, shouldn't you be doing something productive today?" I looked up from my laptop hearing Jimin's voice, who was lying on the couch. He surely had a headache, for him to lie on his back, rubbing his temple with closed eyes. A very rare sight to see. 

"Like you?" I questioned, still typing on my laptop. What's so good about Sundays when you have tons of assignments to complete and of course not forgetting the job hunting. It was not supposed to be that hard, or was it? 

"Maybe" a groan left from his mouth as he rolled on his back. "See, this is why I tell you alcohol makes you feel like shit. I really don't get your definition of fun" I scrunched up my nose "drinking until you pass out or sleeping with a stranger" I knew I shouldn't be judging him or his choices when I couldn't make a proper decision for myself. 

There was nothing wrong acting like a reckless teenager in your early twenties but of course that doesn't apply for everyone. Maybe it was just me who didn't liked it, getting drunk like there's no tomorrow or fucking the first person I see in a club. I am in no position to judge someone else's life but seeing Jimin being a total lunatic always made me question his choices. 

"It sounds ridiculous coming from your introverted ass" he dared to mock me, now looking at me with a smirk on his face which irked me. "And what's the big deal about it?" I raised my brows not understanding why me being liking a peaceful life seemed so damn funny to him. We were different, very different. I knew it the very day I walked into this apartment 3 years ago. 

He scoffed "You are missing so many things, maybe for once you should drop your guitar and assignments at home and enjoy like you are supposed" there's a hint of annoyance in his voice which was quite offensive for me. I've been told this several times by several people, but that idea didn't seem right for a person like me. 

I was very much happy with my guitar and assignments. Thank you very much. 

"Drop it shorty, I am in no mood of arguing" I groaned annoyingly, closing my laptop. I stood up from the couch, glancing towards the window, seeing the sun almost set. I still had time, but I couldn't decipher the aggravation inside me. I could feel Jimin rolling his eyes at me but I could care less. 

I strolled towards my room, glancing at the clock. Feeling my mind in chaos from yesterday. Each passing day I felt like losing myself. It's been months since I've talked with my father. I miss his voice, his calming voice which always makes me feel at home. I missed him saying that I could do it. 

Closing the door behind me, I took out my phone, searching for the only contact which meant everything for me. I smiled seeing my favorite word, tapping on the screen I patiently waited for the other line to ring as I made myself comfortable on the bed. I bit my lip as finally someone picked up the call, there was a silence for a second which I was very much familiar with by now. 

"My little boy" I smiled after hearing my favorite voice in the world "I thought you forgot about your old man" he chuckled. "I miss you" I whispered, feeling heavy inside me as my eyes started to get blurry from unnecessary tears, as if it was my cue to let out all the frustration, to cry my heart out. I inhaled a deep breath to calm myself down, not wanting to expose myself. 

"I miss my little boy too, tell me how are you doing there. You know you can always come home" home, I felt like I had none. "It doesn't matter dad" I sniffed "I'm good, everything's good" it's just sometimes I feel like running away from all of this I couldn't spoke those words loud enough to let him know about my pain "and you can always come here you know, my roommates doesn't mind having you here" I told him the truth.