𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝

6.days

the mornings have been going much slower since then, the fear that has taken over me from that time still lingers within me, I don't know whats happening to me

I don't even know what happening around me, all I know is that im stuck

days pass by not a single words out of taehyungs mouth, its like he's scared to talk to me not because of me but for me

we glance at each other from time to time so close yet so far

and then there's jungkook, always cold

but if one things both the brothers had in common was the sadness in their eyes

they're eyes speak of a story I've never heard of, a story whos protagonist is familiar yet very distant, a story in which i also played a role, but what role.....

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i was sweeping the office room for jungkook, jungkook sat there for an hour not saying a single word

he always does this, every day, he stares, not just stares, its like he's reading every move im making

but suddenly there was a sigh in his voice, few words followed the heaviness of the sigh he took

jungkook: y/n.....tell me something....anything

i froze on my feet, i knew he was dangerous, but his words always caught me off guard, always.

because neither they were happy, sad, excited or angry...but a simple question, to which I certainly didn't know the answer to, but I spoke

y/n: well....what do you want to know master

jungkook: ..........

he was lost in his thoughts, now he looked like an actual believable young man in his early twenties going through normal days

but I knew this was just for a while until he goes to be the most persistent person I've known

jungkook: tell me about....you

y/n: me?

jungkook: you sure you want me to repeat myself

he says coldly knowing that I questioned him without answering his question

y/n: well.....um.....I'm 21 and I live in the-

jungkook: tsk no not all that biography bullshit.....tell me about you y/n.....

i still didn't know what he was asking me to tell, i was trying to think , stopping from what i was doing before that was sweeping, and thought and thought until i knew what to tell

y/n: well while growing up master, i used to climb trees, there is not one fully-grown tree in Astral that I haven't climbed, my mother used to ballet while i was out like a wild animal playing with kids, as many kids as possible, mom used to make me this sweet tangy pie every time i got hurt, she said it washed away all her pain when she was young.....and then....i grew up...and.......

words didn't form well in my mouth, i didn't want to utter a single word forward that because i knew there was nothing after that, there was no mother after that, my mother was no longer there in that "something" he told me to tell

jungkook: hm..pie huh..

he says with this curiosity in his voice, then he locks his cold eyes on mine

jungkook: well if you ever get time to make some, I hope you bring me that pie you were mentioning

y/n: oh y-yes of course i would love to make some for you master