Neptune~ (Jeon Jungkook)

10: Rain

(A/N: Please play the song above, it fits with the whole chapter :) )

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight,

and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

(Oscar Wilde)

Your POV

As soon as the car drove away, Jungkook dragged me with him over the street, not caring about the concerned gazes of the surrounded masses.

I didn't know what was up with him. He seemed so pissed. He told me, I was a waste of time, yet he still saved me again? Tears started dropping down my cheeks and I didn't even notice them. The only thing I noticed was, that his grip on my wrist seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, as he dragged me into a dark alley way. I couldn't look at his eyes because his face was covered with the hoodie, but at the way his shoulders tensed, I could sense that he was angry at me.

I wasn't scared though. I just didn't get why.

He finally stopped and tossed my hand to the side, holding the back of his head in anger and panting heavily, without turning around. He looked like he was in pain. Concerned by his sudden behaviour, I finally managed to voice out the question that I've been dying to ask since the first time I met him.

"Jungkook, are you okay?"

Before he turned around, he kicked a glass bottle on the ground and it crashed into a trash can. I flinched a little but didn't advert my eyes from him. He finally turned around and I could immediately see the pain written all over his face, right underneath the anger. His eyes were darker than ever.

"What's wrong?" He stepped a little closer, but I stood still. I knew, he was trying to intimidate me, to scare me away, but I didn't put up with his games anymore. I just wanted the truth.

"Why the fuck can you not take care of yourself?! Why do I always have to save you? Why are you always getting into trouble? WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS GETTING HURT?", his voice got louder with every heart-ripping question and I flinched a little as he stepped closer. I didn't step back, instead I stepped a little closer as I didn't want to back up.

"Who asked you to save me? Why do you even bother?", now it was my turn to get angry, my voice was steady though. In that moment, I was proud of myself, that I didn't show many emotions. The facade was cold, whilst the inside kept ripping and tearing apart with every second going by.

He huffed in exhaustion, his face not angry anymore, only sad and extremely quiet.

"I don't know." I frowned, at the familiar answer. Always the same answer. Why couldn't he just tell the truth once? Does he not get that I want to help him?

He turned his back on me and stared at the ground. He doesn't want me to see his face. I guess he couldn't hide it after all.

"You said, I was a waste of time." I couldn't stop my voice from shaking a little, hoping he didn't notice it. It took me a lot of courage to say that, after it broke my heart the day before. Still, I somehow had to get the bitter taste off my tongue, I had to get the hurtful voice out of my system, wishing it would help. It didn't.

I waited for a few seconds. The tears were falling steadily but I didn't even register them. I couldn't think at all. I just stared at his back, missing the warmth of his embrace, waiting for his answer.

After a painfully long minute, he still hasn't turned around, nor has he answered my question. It just hurt more with the time, so I turned around and started to walk, when a silent whisper held me up.