LONELY EYES || JJK

#09

Precariously, the big wanders along the sidewalk, occasionally following the lines onto an empty road. He can't find her. It's been a few hours and there's no sign of Binna anywhere.

Suddenly, a sharp push hits against his shoulder, followed by a menacing chuckle.

It's the same boys he had beat up last week, except more of them. They move dangerously close to Jungkook, surrounding him like hyenas, eyes almost glowing in intimidation. He counts in his head.. 3- 2-

A strong punch to his right cheek. He collapses to the ground, letting the boys continue to kick him and shove him.

Jungkook considers fighting back. But what's the use? He has no energy, he has not strength. He feels weak and useless.

Why has she left him? Where has she gone?

He allows himself to crumble onto the pavement. A few drops of blood dot the dark grey canvas he lays on, and he's sure that there are more to come for him.

He knows that he's in need of medical assistance, so he pulled his phone and attempts to find Binna's number. At least she can send the ambulance to him, right?

He searches through the contacts, frequently to readjust his vision. He knows he doesn't have much time before everything is getting blurry.

He can't find her name, he searches, but it's not there. The edges of his vision are now lazy, so he clicked on the most recent contact. The call is from a few weeks ago but he doesn't register the name of the person on the other end.

He answers quickly, blurbing out his words.

Need help. Hurt. Outside this convenience store.

He feels his body starting to give up and tried to keep his eyes open for as long as possible. Looking at the phone in his hand, he glared at the scene. As his sight becomes foggy.

He could have sworn there was a picture of Binna and him. They had taken it together. But now there was only a single pair of eyes. A single pair of his own lonely eyes, looking back at him. Despite their solidarity, they look comforting. They look the same way her eyes did. Somehow those eyes coerce him to let it all out. To let it all out because he wasn't the only one who felt this way.

And so he did.

All the emotions he had bottled up came out in the form of tears. They races down his cheeks, hitting the pavement drop by drop. Mixing with the blood and sweat on the side leaks he laid on. He cries and cries, until his build gets darker and darker.

He lets his eyelids flutter shut, eyelashes touching the top of his wet, pain stained cheeks.