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Jin sits up in the couch and reaches for the phone he threw away. His arms are barely long enough to claim it but he does manage to do so without Namjoon's help.
"Let's try again...", Jin mumbles with a glint of hope in his voice but honestly, most of his confidence seems to have faded already.
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Jungkook is lying silently on his bed with his gaze sternly directed up at the ceiling when Jin knocks at the door. No answer is given but the door opens soon after anyways. Jin smiles gently as he sits down by the younger's bedside.
No reaction is shown on Jungkook's face, no clue to even start imagining what's on his mind is revealed... It's just blank.
"I found this is in the trash?", Jin asks carefully and holds up the phone.
No answer.
He locks the phone up and a faint light instantly spreads from the screen out in the darkness.
"The festival... Not gonna go? You still have two hours.", He tries with an encouraging tone.
No answer.
"Jungkook, please..."
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Jin locks the phone again and puts it down carefully beside Jungkook's pillow. Just in case he would change his mind.
"I'll start with dinner then..."
The door closes and Jungkook turns in his bed, away from the phone.
Hateful.
Hateful.
Hateful.
"You can't play with the neighbor anymore, don't even see him anymore."
Another knock on the door. This time from one that sneakily walked behind Jin's back in order to not hear the words "leave him alone".
"Hello, I'm Kim Namjoon. You look cold... Did you run away from home?"
"Jungkook..?"
Jungkook hesitates for a few seconds before he turns around to face Kim Namjoon. The one who always have treated him like a brother, despite his troubling personality. Namjoon scratches his neck awkwardly while steering his steps up to the bedside. He looks lazy in his gray sweatpants and black pullover. The clothing Jungkook knows he usually only wears when Jin comes over... His real lazy clothing is much worse.
Namjoon stops and looks down at Jungkook, seemingly lost at what to do and where to go from there. And before Jungkook gets the time to think, his own body moves slightly to the side, making space for another person to lie down. Supposedly, despite his shocking past returning, his heart has weakened at least a little along the way.
Namjoon lies down beside Jungkook and links his own hands together at his stomach while trying to think of something to say that would comfort the younger. After all, he doesn't really know that much about the happenings...
"You don't want to go to the festival?", He carefully asks after a few seconds has passed.
Jungkook's gaze gets that blank feeling to it again and he hesitates, shivers before he weakly mumbles, "... I don't."
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reach: tomorrow, VKOOK FANFIC
FanfictionAll children are born with a fate, isn't that so? Some are born with a happy fate. Some are born with a sad fate. Some are born with a shifting fate. And also, some are born with the fate to be alone, such as Jungkook. ❀❀❀ "Let's run. Let's reach to...
