Happy endings || Taekook

Friends.

Jungkook's POV

Papers were signed, bags were packed. He was really leaving us forever. My cries and begging went deaf to their ears, he was not wavering from his decision and she already turned her heart cold. The once happy couple I always looked up to was breaking like they never loved each other in the first place. Their eyes still had love when they looked at each other, but the hate in them always overpowered it. They loved each other still, just not enough to stay. I wasn't even the topic of discussion between them, so lost they were in the hatred they forgot I was also breaking apart with their relation. The horns of the luggage truck were like sirens in my ears, I couldn't even think anymore, what to do, where to go.

So I ran. 

I ran without looking back to the only place that I know would give me a sense of relief. 

Being bare foot since I left without thinking much, the wetness of the grass as I walked on the river side made me cry more as I remembered this place was shown to me by my appa. All the moments spend with my family were scrolling in my mind, how it won't be the same anymore.

 When did things go wrong? Was it their first big fight that made appa drink so much till he passed out on door step? Or was it when eomma found out he was spending his nights out to avoid her? I don't know, but suddenly they can't even stand each other for a second so they are parting ways. 

Wasn't a relationship supposed to be a forever thing? Why did it break between them then? Didn't they love each other? Is love really that we-

"Umm, J-Jungkook." 

A voice interrupted my thoughts which made me turn around and face the source of the voice. It was a boy in a red shirt, must be around my age. "Y-yes?" Crying made my throat dry which caused a cracking in my voice as I looked up at him and spoke. But suddenly the boy looked worried, "Why are you crying!? Are you...are you alright, Jungkook?" 

"Who hurt you!?" 

I didn't know who the boy was, but hearing him being so worried for me made me feel cared and loved after so long that I couldn't stop myself from sobbing loudly in front of him. "Omo! Please don't cry!" I wasn't even listening to what he was saying but I knew he was freaked out--who won't after seeing someone crying hysterically in front of them. 

Don't know when he came closer to me but I felt his hands wrapping around me, pulling into a hug while I cried on his shoulder. I cried for my father, my mother, my breaking family and moments I won't live again on the shoulder of a boy I didn't know. I could hear him telling me to 'calm down' that 'things will be fine' and though it was like a bandage on a stab wound, it was still a lot for me who had no one to turn to.

For me, my family has been everything to me, I never had friends that share clothes with you or tell you they always have your back. So, when the only thing I had was taken away from me, I was lost. And the boy with red shirt at this turning point of my life felt like an guardian angel to guide me. 

"Please, don't c-cry anymore. I-I don't like it." For the first time I heard his voice over my own crying and it sounded like he was crying too. To confirm my doubts, I pulled myself away from his shoulder and looked at his face. "Why...why are you crying?" He was crying for someone he just met, he was crying for me. Is this what we call sharing our pain? Somehow, his crying made me stop mine and wipe his tears instead. 

"Shh...I am not cr-crying, see. So, stop crying. It's my parents that are divorcing, why are YOU crying, stupid?" I tried to ask him in the gentlest voice, like I am talking to a timid puppy as I wiped his tears with my sleeves that were already wet with mine. And then, like a scared child he answered in a small voice, "Because I don't like seeing you cry...you look sad while crying....please don't be sad."