Remember Me | JiKook

Perfectly Your's

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Jungkook's POV

To say that I was ecstatic would be an understatement. I was finally happy that everything worked out between us, that was until he didn't show up for school again. I tried calling him but he never picked up. I had a gut feeling but decided to shake it off since I had a more massive task ahead of me. Jimin accepting my proposal left me light-headed.

I did a lot of thinking when he ran out on me. It was high time I came out to my parents since I took so long acknowledging it for myself. What was the worst that could happen? They could disown me.

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"Mom, Dad I have something to say" I was sitting on the dinner table while Mom was doing the dishes. We had an early dinner since Dad came home too soon and all of us were sitting together like a perfect family.

"Go ahead" Dad said sitting on the couch and smoking his expensive cigar. I always wondered why he does that knowing all too well what that leads to. Even though he would advise his patients not to, he, himself couldn't give up smoking for our sake.

"I-I'm into g-guys, I'm gay" I could hear my mother dropping whatever she was washing and Dad choked on his cigar. They both looked at me in horror.

"What are you saying?!" He was then progressing towards me. I had my eyes on my lap the whole time.

"Y-yes. Jimin, the boy I brought home the other day, is my b-boyfriend"

"But I thought you were seeing Soo Jung!" Mom did not have to bring her up at that moment but she did anyway. That seemed to make Dad even more furious.

"Go to your room" He spoke in a stern voice and I made my way to my room out of pure instinct. I knew what I had done would result in dire consequences.

Just when I was about to enter, I saw a terrified Jaebum peeking out of his room. He shut the door as soon as he saw me. He must be disappointed in his hyung.

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I laid on my bed facing the ceiling. It felt like everything was falling apart before I could even build it up. I wanted to talk to Jimin, hell, I needed to hold him. What will they do now? I acted without thinking and it led to this.

Lazily, I started looking for it beneath that matress. Finally I could feel a small pouch underneath the sheets. Carefully bringing it out, I held it in my hands for a few minutes contemplating on whether I should do it or not. In the end, I gave in to my weaker, more pathetic self.

I took out a bit of the white powder on my palm but not before rolling a dollar note, then carefully started snorting through it. Then it was all bright. My problems didn't matter anymore. To avoid doing something stupid, I brought out my phone and put the earphones on while I could and shut my eyes close.

Your little brother never tells you but he loves you, so
You said your mother only smiled on her TV show
You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope
I hope you make it to the day you're twenty eight years old

I could only pick out a few words and lyrics from the song thanks to my state but it was enough for me to relate to it. How pathetic. You couldn't even take this much.

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise
You're spilling like an overflowing sink
You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece....

"Jimin..." I muttered on the brink of tears. It reminded me of when I caught him leaving the shower. He looked breathtaking. And it scared me, each and every thing about him did. I was in love with all of him but I couldn't help but get scared of the future or his past. Even the substance couldn't make me stop thinking about him. Maybe because he was my remedy. His breath was my drug, my fix.