Still With You || JIKOOK ||

∆ live again ∆

" Living is hard when you don't even love your life. "

« Flashback »

The room was painfully dark and cold. It was hard to see anything in there but a faint sound of heartbroken cries could be heard. The muffled sobs and sniffs were coming from a more dark corner of the room.

The knocks were turning louder and more louder on the door . Someone was slamming their hands on the door with pleading voice.

There in the corner of the room , sat an almost pale boy with short disheveled black hair. He was shaking badly while holding few things close to his chest, his knees were folded close to his chest as his broken sobs left his mouth.

The boy didn't even have the strength to open his eyes anymore . Every cells of his body was giving up, his head was paining harder than ever, he felt like his healed wounds were painting too. All he wanted was to die. He was giving up, willingly.

The scars on his forehead, hands and neck were still visible. They were healing and fading away but the wound in his heart ? It was only worsening.

The operation made him lose all his beautiful soft died platinum blonde hair which was stained with his dark blood several months ago. Now he was regaining his natural black hairs again but he was restrained from touching his head.

And here he was pulling his hairs apart, hurting himself to the extent where he couldn't feel his head anymore.

His throat was hurting , he was breathing hard and burning with fever. He knew he was dissapointing the two people outside the door. He felt like a burden, he felt so misfit here, he doesn't belong here... where does he belong then ? He doesn't know.

" Jimin ! Please open the door Please Jimin ! I beg you ! Please open the door ! " A familiar voice was filling up the boy's earbuds and a pained yelp came from his mouth. He couldn't tolerate the scream.

The boy fell on the floor from his sitting position and curled himself up in a ball , still clutching those things in his palm.

He couldn't lose those. All he knew about him was in those things. He didn't care about how expensive they were, how pretty they were, how much value they had in every little parts of them ... they were just his identity to him now.

That expensive diamonds studded wedding ring, those bracelets, that diamond brooch and that blue diamond heart necklace. They were Jimin's everything now, everything that was his, everything that he lost and everything that makes him want to kill himself also everything that was keeping him alive.

" Jimin Please baby I beg you ! I'm sorry ! I'm so so sorry ...Open the door ! I promise I'd never try to take them away ever again ... please just open the door... please..." Taehyung cried knocking on the door with utmost apology and regret in his voice.

By then Taehyung knew that those things were like oxygen to Jimin. If those gets taken away from him, he'll lose his last hope.

Simply those more expensive than anything things were Jimin's way of reliving even if they'll always hurt him .

« Flashback Ends »
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Jungkook walked towards his new apartment with slow and steady steps, holding his Black leather bag in right hand and the trolley in his left.

It was very early in the morning. Probably between 5:00 - 5:30 . Most of the city was still asleep . Just some sweepers, milkmen and some small resturants staffs were here and there . Cars were less on the road now .