virtual reality ; jjk

full. [25.5]

thursday, feb. 25, 2016 | 10:00 pm

little did the two of them know that the both of them had prepared for their phone calls the same. sungeun, worried about her friend, had stopped attempting at doing her homework a while ago. she'd probably just end up getting the rest of the answers from taehyung tomorrow morning. before calling jungkook, she crawled into her bed, propped herself up with pillows, and pulled the comforter up to her chin.

jungkook, in his own room back in busan, too, was laying in his bed, covers tightly wrapped around him, and earbuds securely set in his ears. waiting for sungeun's call, he let his eyelids close and he lay there letting the music seep through his mind. suddenly, his music stopped and his ringtone blared through the phone, indicating the call from sungeun.

"hey," jungkook allowed sungeun to greet him first. her voice was soft and velvety, like she was laying next to him, whispering in his ear. not that he had thought or wanted to be with her in a romantic way. . .

he let out a small "hey," too, his voice slightly coarse because he hadn't uttered any words since he excused himself from the dinner table hours ago. his stomach growled as he thought about it. he was still hungry since he hadn't eaten much during supper.

"what's up with your brother and why are your parents always fighting over him?" it took sungeun a while to ask the question, but jungkook didn't mind. he wouldn't know what to speak about anyways if he were the one who was to carry the conversation "i mean. . if you don't mind answering that. i understand if it's too personal."

"i assume we're past personal," jungkook sighed, his empty stomach twisting again. he turned over on his side and laid in a new position. "my brother was their perfect son; he was class president and of course had great grades. not to mention, he was an outstanding artist. exceptional. then for college, he wanted to not only move out, but move to america. and that's where my parents' ideas began to clash. my dad supported my brother, allowing him to leave and chase after his dream wherever it may have taken him. while mom, she hated the idea. she told him it'd be too difficult for him to survive in america by himself. my brother still left, and i don't know where he is."

jungkook's mouth felt dry when he finished. he was out of breath. it felt like he had never in his life spoken that much out loud to anyone ever before.

"jungkook." sungeun breathed. "you guys haven't had contact with him since?"

"nope." jungkook answered, shaking his head as he did so. "and so my mom blames my dad for allowing my brother to leave. i feel terrible for my dad because mom keeps blaming him, yet, it isn't even dad's fault. we make our own decisions, so it was ultimately my brother's choice, not dad's.

"jungkook, are you mad at your brother?" unexpectedly sungeun had asked. jungkook let in a sharp breath. he was silent for about a minute.

"yes. . . and, no." he let out another sigh. "yes, my parents take their anger out on me. yes, my parents now expect me to be just like my brother, if not better. they expect me to be as good as him, as smart, as talented in the arts. but i'm not smart, and with my terrible social skills neither can i be a class president. drawing was something i could possibly be as good as my brother, yet . . i can no longer draw. . . never mind, sungeun. it's a long story and i bet you're tired or have homework to do. thank you for listening to me tonight. i appreciate it a lot."

"all right, jungkook." sungeun reluctantly accepted his abrupt closing of the conversation. "nighty, jungkook." she whispered. "sleep tight"

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oh jungkook always ever avoiding the drawing conversation