Colorless Beauty

21: Stay

I didn't know what I was thinking. Rather than that, we both didn't know what we were thinking. At the moment, we didn't care about anything else. We didn't want anything but each other. Even if it was only that moment, that day in the classroom.

Now here we are, only about an hour later, sitting in his bedroom.

'Is this the second time I've ditched school? Will Jimin be sad if he knew I left school to be with Jungkook?'

I didn't bother to ask these questions to myself. I was only focused on the person sitting right next to me. But there was something he needed to tell me.

"Jungkook..."

He kept his eyes on me, ready for what I was about to say.

"What did my dad do to you?"

His facial expression stayed the same, but a sigh had also left his mouth. He bit at his bottom lip a bit as his head tilted down to look at the floor where his feet were. Silence almost completely filled the room while he thought of what to reply with.

"Even if I don't remember.....I want to know.." I assured him.

He let out another sigh as he looked back into my eyes.

"(Y/N), your father... He was the reason my mother killed herself."

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5 Years Ago . . . .

JungKook

"Mom!"

I knew I shouldn't have stayed on the steps watching her pick up that knife. I quickly jumped down the stairs and sped to the side of the couch where my mother was laying, the bloody knife in her right hand.

I was too young, and I was scared. The only thing I knew to do was weep as I sat beside her motionless body. Her eyes were slightly opened, looking at me with tears falling down above her ears.

Father wasn't home, and mother wasn't saying anything. She just watched as my chubby fingers held onto her bloody hand as I sobbed. I constantly wept her name, pleading for her to not die, but things didn't go my way.

So much blood had left her body, and her body was getting cold. I remember screaming bloody murder when her eyes closed shut.

I did that for who knows how long until there were big, scary cops pretty much breaking the door down. Before I knew it, me and my mother were both being taken to the hospital. I still remember letting go of her hand as she was rushed away into the surgery room.

I sat down in one of the seats and cried my eyes out until father came rushing up to me.

"Jungkook!"

I quickly jumped out of my seat, but didn't get very far before my father knelt down and wrapped his arms around my chubby body.

"Jungkook...everything's going to be okay."

. . . . .

3 weeks later . . . .

Your P.o.v.

"What are you talking about? My dad isn't a murderer." I protested.

This kid has been giving me the creeps, and I don't know why. And I also don't know why he had to be the last one in the playground who hasn't been picked up yet, other than me. I was sitting on the bench, trying not to make eye contact, but he had already stood right in front of me.