pretty boy | taekook

glitter glue

chapter five ;; glitter glue
jeongguk's perspective
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It was positively mesmerizing. The bright liquid made out of plastics ran through my fingertips. It globed onto to the counter, but I didn't care. It was gold, the glitter that is, and it illuminates like a beacon. It runs across my hands, putting a thick film of stickiness over them. Most people fall out of the whole phase where they play with glue, but I was very much still in it.

A soft sigh escapes from my lips as the glitter covers my every being. The light of my desk lamp bounces off of the golden glitter that puts multiple golden orbs of shine across my face.

My eyes were no longer red with tears, yet they still stung ever so slightly. The bright glue was meant to be a way to keep my mind off of the whole occurrence of the day. It barely worked. All I knew is that I really didn't like that Taehyung guy. It was something about him. Maybe it was his aura that was all too bright or his annoying way of emphasizing all the unwanted words. It was clear that he meant no harm, but it also didn't mean that it was wanted.

Subdued music plays in the background. My phone was currently plugged into my water speaker set, colors of the rainbow jumping up and down to the low beat, and yes, it was a California-based song playing. I realized that it wasn't myself who picked out all of these California songs, but it was the composer's fault for always singing about the West Coast life...at least the realness of it.

I was a realistic and blunt person, and that's why it always made me cringe when people sugar coated things. No, your favorite idol does not truly love you, they don't even know you. No, you will not get accepted into that fancy college, but your parents tell you that you'll make it because they themselves are blinded by the rich thought of it all. No, you won't get to kiss that boy before he leaves for Europe because he'll be far gone before you even think of seeing him one last time. My mind was extremely real, and I hated it just for that reason.

I didn't realize that my breath had become heavy until all of the glue had fallen onto the table, leaving sticky glitter on my small, pale hands. With fury, I slam them down onto the white countertop, standing up and having my chair fall behind me. I was fed up with my own self, how stupid of me to get worked up again.

I leave my chair on the floor, going into the kitchen and wetting a paper towel before going back to clean off the countertops along with my hands. My short bliss was well lived, but as the song turns into a saddened one once more, I quickly turn it off, turn off everything, no music, no tv, no lights, no talking.

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"Jimin," I whimper through sniffs. My phone is cold against my wet cheeks, resting comfortably on my shoulder as my arms clutch my knees to my body, "I need a friend right now." I continue, shoulders shaking as my bottom lip quivers.

"Jeongguk, what's wrong?" Jimin softly says. His usual happy tone now solemn and serious, "Talk to me...You know I care about you."

"I- I know," I sniff again, my eyes tightly shut. It's like I can't stop crying, "b-but I don't even kn-know wh-what I want-t. I've b-been shouting a-at nothing for the past th-thirty min-utes." I take in a deep breath so that I don't die of not having enough oxygen in my lungs, "Why, why, why, why!?"

"Shh, shh, calm down, Love." Jimin soothingly speaks, trapping me in a moment of sincerity. The nickname doesn't pass by, though. Jimin never used names like this towards me, "You'll be fine. Watch a real-time sketch video. I know that those help you in times like these."

"B-But I-I've tr-tried that." The hiccups only worsen while I sob into my knees.

"Why are you so sad all of a sudden? You were fine this morning. Please, Jeongguk, tell me. I want to help you." Jimin stops talking but I don't answer. I already explained that I didn't know why I was crying, "Is it the whole English class transfer? You can always ask to be moved back. You don't have do be advanced."