Sugar & Scars || Taekook ff

Chapter 14: A word of Emotions

Author pov:

“Nothing could discribe emotions ,

Not until someone tries to find an explanation in your eyes.”

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Emotions are hard to explain if you don't know what you feel about it yourself. Of course it's not like everyday you come across someone who would counsel you to make you understand what you feel.

In the world filled with indifferences and inconsiderates , people are always left alone to deal with their problems. No body cares much about what other's been going through because they themselves are engrossed in the race of crusing other's to raise their own self high.

Just like those people , Jungkook's father was no different. From the start he was the person who would crave power , money and fame and all the temporary glamourous life his work could provide him with.

But his mother was different , a simple homeroom teacher in some reputed school , teaching students and the new youth a way of new thinking. She was like a sweet little lamb.

She was someone who would teach people to wait and take a step forward in a right direction even when you're surrounded by all the wrongs of the world. But maybe , the worst direction she was ever forced to walk onto was when she was walking down the aisle to marry his dad.

A person who is self centred , opportunities and obsessed with the glimmer of fame , who was like a bad big monster where the little lamb was trapped for forever in his big ugly claws the moment she said 'I do' at the alter , sealing her fate with him for forever. Even though she knew he was already married , divorced and has a child with him even before her yet the face of the innocent is what made her do it.

For the world jungkook still has a parent with him but they all didn't know that the moment his mother died fifteen years back was the moment he declared himself orphan but the difference was , he had his father with him yet he was one of them while the other didn't have anyone.

Opening the door of the particular room in his big ass mansion Jungkook took a deep breath when the smell of dried mud invaded his sense. A familiar warmth engulf him in it's embrace as tears pricked in his eyes.

Pushing the door open he looked around himself , it's been months since he entered here and now again at the midnight of this particular day his foot has brought him here on his birthday like every other year.

And like every other time , his eyes turned wet again , his mind reminded him of the pain which was fifteen years old but , was it really old , if it's still hurting?

Probably not.

Jungkook has always wondered what's more painful , not having a parents at all or having one yet which is equal to not having one.

Mayhaps the later one or maybe definitely the later one.

Because if you don't have one from the beginning then you don't have hope to hold onto but if you have them , living , breathing , controlling your life then you hold onto that last flickering hope which always lit up every time you see them no matter what.

Only to have that hope crush every time it lightens up.

Jungkook shoulder slumped down as he turned on the lights. After seeing the condition of the room he can't help but feel guilty in his heart , cobwebs were everywhere and in every corner of the room , dust covering every art piece laying there as he stared at the last piece which was supposed to be his gift on his eighteenth birthday laying there still at the place where it has been in past fifteen years.