SWEETER THAN FICTION - TAEKOOK

chapter one

it feels so lonely, with all the crowd surrounding. It feels like a gaping hole in my heart cause no one in this whole crowd is looking at me. Not looking, like they had expectations from me, like I mean something for them, it's all dark even in the bright daylight.

"Urgh" jungkook grumbled slowly trying to stand on his feet so he can clean the newest addition of wound on his body. Every scar on him scream only about his pathetic self who can't even protect himself. That is what he think about himself when he saw people snickering and some giving disgusted eyes to the male who can't help but walk slowly towards the restroom while limping.

The kick was pretty hard, that he just got, it's hurting like death. The previous pain acting too all at the same time. He just clutched his stomach opening the door and locking it once he got in, not wanting any of his bullies to come and abuse his already tried body.

He slide down near the door breaking in tears again. It's unbearable now, he just can't take it anymore-- everyones hate towards him, he can't. "Mumma why didn't you take me with you, was I not a good boy- ple-ase take m-me with you."

He cried harder, struggling to breath  trying to take deep breath. He did say he is tired but can't break the promise he made to his dead parents, can't help but live. How ironic, some people want to live some have to live. It is just the cruel circumstances -fate, what humans call it.

Maybe he could have been better if he hadn't agreed to live with his uncle, he was just 5 when his parents died leaving their child to mourn alone. When his uncle offered him to live with them he was happy to live with his 3rd favourite person after his parents but the facade of being good didn't last long as his uncle and aunt started to to treat him like some personally stress reliever, it was not THAT torturous initially but things took a whole turn when their son, jaebum, also joined them.

It was not any better than hell. He couldn't take all the beating on his tender 9 year-self. Yes, the beating started when he was mere 9, when jaebum accused him of beating him in the park. It was as clear as daylight that jungkooks body was not capable of hurting anyone let alone an arrogant jaebum. But fate was never on his side.

Things only took a turn for the worst but again, it can't be helped. Well somehow it did when he turned 12 he was sent to twilight with jaebum, the only ever good decision his uncle made, his aunt was not ready to sent her personal punching bag, but as I said this was the only ever good decision. It would be hard for them if they were not billionaire, but to save their image they did sent jungkook too.

Technically only jungkook was billionaire as his father started the JJ APPLIANCES company, which was in top in asia. It was all going smoothly but jungkooks parents died leaving him behind only. Jangmin, jungkooks uncle, took over the company as jungkook was only 5.

Perhaps jaehyun, jungkooks father, had anticipated that jangmin would play dirty so he wrote a letter stating that if something happens to jungkook before he turns 20 than all his inheritance will be given to those in need.
It is the only reason they are keeping jungkook alive but for jungkook death is better than living in hell, he can't just take his life though because he know -- people out there are living worst than him, they are dying everyday but still live for their family. Some Don't even know if they will be able to open their eyes next day or not.

In this mortal world no one is really happy in every aspect some are suffering with family, some with hunger, some with health and the list goes on.

But the difference here is jungkook find happiness in smallest thing possible, he don't want to lead the company or live a lavish life, he is happy with being a minimalist. The only thing he desire in his life is experiencing pure love before it all come to an end.

Getting himself to breath properly he stood up slowly in need of cleaning all the visible wounds. Seeing himself in mirror he himself feels disgusting, with all the swelling and scars he don't look any better than walking dead. Pathetic this is what he thinks, no, this is what everyone thinks about him.

Cleaning his face he went to infirmary, to treat his wound. The doctor mr. Chai is the only person in school who wholeheartedly care for jungkook. He stumbled back slightly a wave of nausea hitting him but he got a hold of the sink in time. Groaning in pain he oped the door, the hallway was empty now as the classes continued after break.

Dr. Chai gasped seeing jungkook 2nd time in this week, poor soul. Jungkook gave a tight lipped smile looking at the doctors horror filled face. The doctor sat up and helped jungkook in sitting on the bed to treat his wounds. "What went wrong this time, hmm?" The doctor asked sighing, jungkook is not that weak to always became Thier target, it's just his mind is filled with those optimistic thoughts over the years of suffering. Jungkook just shook his head saying he just bumped into jaebum.

The doctor carefully cleaned the wounds and treated them, giving jungkook a painkiller to subside the pain. He signed finishing his work, both sitting in a comfortable silence saying nothing. He doesn't want start any conversation knowing very well that there is nothing to say or do. All the doctor can do is write some days rest that too is useless as jaebum made sure both jungkook and he are roommates, more reasons to make jungkooks life a hell.

But he can be sent to their room declaring it a half day and jungkook hates it, he hates how his good-for-nothing self has to miss his classes Because studying is the only thing he can do properly, indeed useless. Only if he knows his worth, only if he opens his eyes and try finding his worth, try doing all the things he love.

He has always loved basketball but never tried playing, well he did tried but after jaebum told him, that he can't play properly and only will waste some space he stopped and never tried again. This was not the only thing he would love to try if he ever got the chance to, his dreams are big but self-love is small. His teenage life all went in vain with him only stuck on studying.

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Hope you enjoyed.
With love, shasha~~