Paint Our Ｌｉｆｅ ー YugKook

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The day was calling for them so, they had to go through that dreadful, long, drama tic bidding.

Jungkook and Yugyeom bid good-bye to their Hyungs and headed over to the studio to finish the rest of their artwork.

[ j.jk P.O.V ]

I watched Yugyeom grab us some coffee and we headed our way to the studio. It wasn't entirely far from where we live. We were lucky enough to o find some place spacious to do our artwork and didn't have to travel so far.

It was like a ten minute walk and even during winter, since we didn't mind the cold, we would run for our dear lives. High school P.E did actually paid off for our senior and junior years.

Not to mention how we even managed to pass college last year. Me and Yugyeom started our art business since the beginning of freshman in high school. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jinyoung would be assisting but they stopped when they found new passion. I don't blame them.

We were the youngest out of everyone and they were willing to support us through everything. Sometimes an artist dreams don't come true but thanks to our lovely, loud hyungs, they helped and we couldn't be more happy.

I could feel the smile appearing on my face and I lifted the cup of coffee to my lips to hide it since it might freak some people out.

Spring was here and we couldn't wait for the summer to travel around. I would feel so nice to just travel with our hyungs after so long. We hardly went anywhere. But this summer will be different.

"Hey Kookie, should we stop by the store to get some snacks for our students?"Yugyeom suggested to me. I nodded and he pulled him a different direction.

It took us awhile to pick certain snacks, so we ended up buying a lot. I checked the time as we were packing our items up.

"We're going to be late! Have a good day sir!"I said and bowed to the old man who helped us. Grabbing our bags we hustled out the store and were rushing towards the direction of our studio.

The air was serene, the weather was beautiful, the atmosphere was friendly. But what had to change all of that? A little obstruction with old high school class,ages and a little rude greeting. I knew this was going to be a long day.

[ k.yg P.O.V ]

I bumped into someone and sure enough, I was caught by Jungkook's free arm. I smiled at him but when I looked at his visage, he bore an annoyed expression. Turning towards the person I crashed into, I felt like I knew this stranger.

"Well well well. If it isn't the painting losers, Jungkook and Yugyeom."Ome sneered and the others began to laugh.

"Who are you people?"I inquired, confused on how they know. I perceive why they know considering we were pretty famous for our painting and all, but when I looked into their eyes, it was as if we know one another personally.

"Oh, looks like the redhead crybaby don't know."

I felt something inside me being hit hard. Biting my lips, I avoided eye-contact. I sneaked a peek at Jungkook, in hoping he could get us away but the new expression he had, that wasn't happening anytime.

"Enough already. It's been over four years and you're still begging for attention. How desperate are you?"Jungkook hisses and narrows his eyes at them.

"Jungkook, who are they? I don't remember any of them."I said, pulling him aside.

"They're the fucking bastard that bullied us during junior year."Jungkook replied to me and I turned to face the other group. Then it ticked me.

"Oh! Aren't they the one who won the award for 'Not Succeeding In Life' award?"I exclaimed and a smirk etched on Jungkook's lips as he responded to me."Yeah. And they haven't seem to improve in life at all."

I watched as one of them harshly grabbed Jungkook by his shirt and I immediately went defensive by shoving him away. That seemed to be a bad idea considering they gave me a dirty look and a scene in my mind replayed.

A scene where me and Jungkook were cornered and terrified. We were rounded up and beaten.

"Tch, don't you little kids draw pictures of your precious Hyungs? Wow, I can't believe you idiots keep saying they're fine and they're your inspiration. Pure bullshit."

I tighten my grip on Jungkook's arm and gave him a warning glance but there was an emotionless tone in his eyes that set me off.

"Why can't you psychos accept that they're not even real? Your hyungs that you speak of are long gone! They're nothing but your kid-like imagination! Pathetic piece of shit artwork!"

Before my eyes can register what was going to happen, all I can hear was the sound of someone being punched and their painful curses. It took my awhile to see that Jungkook had punched one of them since I was trying to control my demonic rage. He grabs them by the shirt and I noticed how there was a crowd around us and they were watching with wide-eyes and murmuring voices.

"Don't you ever fucking say that they never existed because they did. The whole high school knew them. Everyone knew them. Everyone loved them because they were better than what the fuck you are. You're nothing but garbage that hate on others because you can never find someone who will love you and I feel bad for whoever has to stick by your pathetic side."Jungkook growls and releases him.

I felt Jungkook tugging on my hands tightly and guiding my away from the attention. But that wasn't what I was fretting over about. It was mostly what they had conversed.

About our Hyungs.

They existed.

They've always existed.

Reality can't deny that.

Can't they?

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oh dear lord
wdym guys
what is reality and what is fantasy

literally stayed up to write this ajskdjsjxs