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"Jeon Jungkook," I heard my name being called, but I didn't bother to look up, assuming it was only my art teacher.

I could hear his footsteps getting closer as I continued brushing paint across the surface of the canvass I'm handling. He walked over to stop beside me; I could feel him nodding as he rubbed his chin, then patted me on the shoulder; some kind of way to comfort his students.

"Good work, boy." and went on his way, circling around the room.

I don't get it. I've been painting all my life, and somehow, it would always, always include something out of blue-an example would be this golden rose in the middle of the midnight sea.

It didn't make any sense to me.

Well, nonetheless, I have no choice. It's too late to paint something over it now, considering I ran out of the needed color.

I was now out in the open, waiting for the bus to arrive, along with a few people in my class, as well. Just a normal day; I told myself. After all, I don't have time to make friends, considering the fact I wouldn't be able to hang out with them, anyway.

"Jeon Jungkook-ssi?" I was forced out of my trance when someone called me. My heart started palpitating when I realized it was-

"IU-sunbaenim." I gulped. Just saying her name is making me fidget. "w-what is it?"

She flipped her hair; the way she smiled fully at my presence made my knees go weak. It was too much to handle. "I noticed your work today. Good job." she gave me a thumbs up.

I cleared my throat, humbly bowing at her encouragement. "Thank you."

She softly chuckles at my response, checking her time. "Ah, well, Jungkook, I have to go, I hope I'll get to see more of your works. Okay? fighting!" with that said, she waved as she disappeared from my sight, making me feel heavy again.

I didn't get to say anything-again.

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I raised my hand to get the bus to stop once I saw my house. I started walking toward it, bit by bit, my steps started getting smaller and much quieter as I got closer. My hand hesitating to grab ahold of the door knob, but I twisted it open, anyway.

"Jeon Jungkook," I hear Mom call from the kitchen.

I kicked off my shoes and went to where Mom's voice was coming from, to see her preparing ramen. "I'm home."

She didn't bother to turn around, only waving a weak hand at me. "Whatever. Go and do something useful."

It made me swallow, tighten my grip, unable to do anything.

My fingers are lingering yet again. It held the brush and showered itself into the paint palette, creating its own image on the canvass. Surely enough, once it was done-a girl with the golden hair had her back facing me, while she was seated on an island, watching the sunset all by herself.

Who is she?

Just then, three knocks came onto my door, making me almost lose my balance on the stool I was sitting on. "Y-Yes?"

"Yah, Jungkook, go to the convenient store to fetch some of the things on this list." of course, with a frustrated sigh, I dragged myself.out of the house, grabbing ahold of the nearest coat by my door and headed out to buy these stuff.

"...booze, cigarettes, and-" oh, who am I kidding? She's obviously too ashamed to be seen buying this stuff; rather have her own son face the consequences and rep ruined than hers, what she always say.

I made it to the counter, receiving a stink eye from the cashier lady. "Lots of illegal stuff you got there-for a boy."

I just shoved the money onto the counter and went on my way, ignoring how some of the passerby looked away from the alcoholic beverages seen through the plastic bag I was carrying. Heaving a sigh, I pulled up the coat to hide my face from the public.

Mom laughed at the way I told her how the people stared and judged me by my so-called "grocery-shopping", even pulling out her lighter to light herself a cigarette, not even showing a bit of care or concern for me.

Why do I even bother?

"Mom, can you please...listen to me?"

"Jungkook, I have a lot to do around the house, unlike you, you just splash a brush around paint and draw. Bah! What kind of future is that even portraying anyway? If I were you, I'd quit in a heartbeat instead of wasting my parents' money."

I held on tightly to the sleeve of my coat, closing my eyes irritably to try and constrain my emotions. "It's not a waste of time and money. I love painting. Just wait and see-"

She cackled at the thought, "You? Oh, sure, sure. Draw me money, then, boy. Let's see you make a living out of that!"

"At least I don't rot around in a filthy house with no brooms to clean with, or rugs. I don't have a son I want to be made fun of for buying illegal stuff at the convenience store just so I can get a good laugh out of it. I HAVE A FUTURE! I HAVE A PLAN! I'M NOT GOING TO BE LIKE YOU-"

My jaw almost fell off from the way my Mom slapped me with the small glass she always uses to drink beer onto my face. I felt the side of my face open up a bit, blood dripping from it, with a few glass left on some parts of my face.

"Yah," with her two fingers, she flicked me on the forehead, on the ear, and an awful lot on the lips. "Jeon Jungkook, you have no right to say anything on how I raise you, how I talk to you nor how I treat you. I'm an adult-I'm clearly the only parent you have."

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sorry if it took me long before i could update. i revised the whole chapter for better reading ;-; hope you guys liked it, comment below and tell me what you think.

i dedicate the whole series of wings to a very close friend of mine who helped me connect the stories i will soon complete in the near future; drunksope

xoxo

»posted : 04-17-17