pitch black
today, when i was grabbing my books,
everyone looked at me funny.
they keep looking
looking, looking, looking.
their eyes aren't on anyone else.
they're dead quiet.
silent, silent, silent.
i walked slowly,
watching my beat up shoes guide me carefully
not picking up my head
because they were staring.
staring, staring, staring.
i heard a whisper.
and another.
"he plays with jungkook
and jungkook is different.
so, he's also different."
my heart, it
thumped, thumped, thumped.
my head, it
pounded, pounded, pounded.
even though the lights were blinding me,
it felt pitch black.
like it ate me up, but i wanted to get out.
and there was nothing but echoes of voices.
echoing, echoing, echoing.
never stopping.
looking, watching, staring,
all at me.
but i couldn't look back,
because it was pitch black.
but i wanted to see.
today was not a good day.
YOU ARE READING
JUNGKOOK IS DIFFERENT.
Fanfiction"i heard i'm not supposed to like him, because he's different." YK // complete
