With a grunt, he swung his legs over the edge of the couch, his bare feet touching the cool, tile floors. He tried standing, but almost immediately, his legs collapsed beneath him, and he fell back onto the couch.
His lip curled up in a snarl, and his sore eyes burned with determination.
After a count of three, he stood, and gave himself a few moments to gain his composure. And then he set off.
He had absolutely no clue where he was going in this little house...no, apartment. The layout of it was basically a circle.
If you started out in the living room and walked clockwise, you'd run into a hallway with three doors, maybe two bedrooms and a bath. If you continued, you'd reach the kitchen, which then led back into the living room.
He'd made his way into the kitchen, when he sighed in relief.
Yoongi was sitting at a countertop, holding a pack of ice to his face. Right above the ice pack, on his right eyebrow, was a large cut that he'd bandaged up with a couple of butterfly stitches. There seemed to be some ointment on it, because it glistened in the light.
He breathed, "Yoongi..."
Yoongi turned around, and faced him. Both relief and worry set across his features, and his light blended between a light grey and dull white, signaling his mixed emotions.
The elder dropped his gaze, a small smile forming on his slightly chapped lips. "Jungkook."
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Epilogue next; you gotta wait 2 weeks for this one because I'm that kind of person lmaoooooo
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-Haley
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Black {m.yg + j.jk}
FanfictionJungkook can see people's auras, either with how they react to things or with how they speak. Black is the only color he never wants to see. Yoongi is a transfer, and he doesn't speak. There is only one way for Jungkook to figure out his aura, and t...
