Kim Taehyung.
It took a while, but the tears eventually dried.
Jungkook slowly got up and went back into his room.
His hand motioned me to come in.
I obeyed.
As he sat down on the bed, he sighed and started talking.
"Now that you have told me about your life story, I guess it's only fair for me to tell you about me."
I nodded curtly.
"To make a long story short, my mother died giving birth to me, and because of that my dad hated me, and he threw me out. For all i know, he could be right outside this door planning to murder me."
He chuckled.
I was surprised.
His mother died, and his father hates him?
How can he not be sad?
That probably means one thing...
He's been through a lot.
...
"Hey, since I'm gonna be outta here soon, why don't you come with me to my home? Might as well before I die..."
I looked at him.
"What do you mean, die?"
"I mean die when I say die."
"What?"
He rolled his eyes.
"Suicide. Ever heard of it?"
"What? Why?"
"Tell me one reason why I should live."
"B-Because..."
