Purpose

Nineteen

"They should be here soon." Jungkook brings me back to reality as he climbs back into the train.

"What are you thinking about?" He questions sitting against the opposite wall from me.

"My mother." I honestly answer. I can't help but cry at the memory of her. I welcome the hot tears on my cheeks. They are for her so they are okay.

"I don't know my mother." He sighs. "What was she like?" He looks at me with curious eyes.

"She was beautiful." I smile wiping my tears. "Her face was bright and beautiful as the sun danced on her clear skin. Her eyes were a bright shade of brown to match her hair. Her voice soft and soothing, it was smooth like warm honey." I can't help my smile at the sight of her. Even if I am imagining her standing the corner of the train smiling back me. "I can see her now. She is wearing her favorite coral dress that reaches right above her knees, with matching coral high heels, with a powder pink bag draped over her shoulder. Her hair perfectly curled touching her shoulders. Her makeup stuttle only a little blush on her already pink cheeks." I sniffle, trying not to break down into a crying mess in front of Jungkook.

I am trying my best to keep these walls I have built to shield myself from the world up, but as time passes I find it harder and harder to so. But, if I truly want something I will do anything in my power to make it happen. And if that means I have to shut myself off from him then so be it.

"She sounds.... Beautiful." He hums.

JungKook's point of view

Sudden flashes of my past runs across my mind. Images of her pinned on to the wall screaming as Soo Woon would force himself on her. My mom screaming at me to run and hide and not come out until she came to get me, are burned into my mind forever. But that's quickly replaced with memories of her smiling tucking her short hair behind her ear as she would watch my play outside. Or maybe even the time she took me to my first movie. She was happy when she was with me.

Although they still seems to be fuzzy do to the fact I was so young. The sight of my mother brings tears to my eyes. I didn't even know I had memories of her. Good memories at least. It's always just my father yelling at her. Sometimes just rapping her in-front of me. All I thought I could remember where those times. Those times I have cried. Those times I didn't sleep at night. Those times I fought for my mother. But this..... it breaks my heart to think about it. Sometimes I'd have to take the beatings for her. Images of her swollen self running and climbing on top of me to save me from getting hit. It hurt me to have to shove her off and just watch the pain in her eyes over take the joy she had. Still to this day I believed Soo Woon truly did kill her.

Luckily I am ripped away from those burtle memories that I let creep back in make their home back into my mind, by YoonGi's car pulling up on the side of the tracks.

"W-who?" YoonGi questions as he watches JuMin jump out of the train. "You never said anything about her." He says in a whisper, barely audible to hear but loud enough for me to hear.

"Oops." I chuckle as his eyes widen at the blank expression on JuMin's face. "You'd love her" I whisper back, mentally praying that me statement is true. "This is YoonGi ...and this is JuMin." I introduce the two. Unfortunately the two seem out of it.

"Uhhhh yeah." YoonGi nods before turning around and walking back to his car.

"He is nicer than he look." I assure her with a smile.

YoonGi's point of view

"Stop looking at me." I hiss at the bruised chick that sits in the corner of my room. "Never seen someone with piercings before?" I question smirking at her.

Honestly I have no idea why Jungkook didn't tell me he was bringing her here. She seems to be... Not my type or his for that fact. She seems timid and fragile. One hurtful word would shatter her. I can tell she has gone through something fucked up by just looking at her. But that is no excuse for me to stop fucking with her.

"Stare at me one more time I'll snap your neck." I threaten, its light hearted but I will snap it if I have to. Honestly I am only fucking with her. I can tell she is scared of me. It's quite entertaining actually.

"Do you smoke?" I question pulling out my box of cigarettes, judging by the look on her face I can tell that she doesn't. "More for me." I shrug averting my gaze from the girl to the small tv in the middle of the room.

"W-where did Jungkook go?" She small voice cracks, and my eyes break from the tv back to her.

"To get you clothes. You can't stay in those wet clothes all night."

She simply nods looking away from me.

"How do you know JungKook?" I question, her eyes meeting mine again.

"I just did."

"What?" I chuckle. Does she actually not know him? And she is sitting here for no damn reason? I don't mind really, but still.

"He and I are... I dunno. I just met him."

"Ahh... One of those things. I didn't actually think he had the balls." I put a cigarette between my lips and light it.

"No. Not like that. I wouldn't. I couldn't." She rambles. And I can't help but to laugh at the redness in her cheeks.

"I was kidding. I know who you are." I lie, taking a drag from the stick of heaven between my lips.

"You do?" Her eyes light up then fall back into the darkness. Whats with this girl? I mean I haven't completely ignored the fact that she looks as if she was attacked by a bear.

"Yep." I nod.

"Ah." She nod looking away once again.

The room fills with only laughing from the tv and tapping from the raining hitting the window.

The sound of the door opening causes her head to snap towards the sound. I can tell she is relieved that he is back.

"What took you so long?" She questions, eyeing him as he walks into the room his hands full of white plastic bags.