JUNGKOOK IS DIFFERENT.

5/10

humming tunes

i was walking to school today,
on my way to see jungkook.
people in front of me,
they were talking.
saying mean things.

"jungkook is a fxxxxx," i heard.
i think that's the "f" word i hear before.

when i asked my parents what it meant,
they told me i should never say that word.
so i didn't write it out,
because it's a bad word.
they shouldn't be saying bad words to jungkook.

i didn't want to run,
running scared jungkook.
but i couldn't help myself,
my mind was already on the starting line.
and the gunshot sounded
when they said that word.
and my mind began the race,
running, running, running.

i grabbed the two by their shirts,
and they turned around,
scared.
i threw them on to the blacktop.

and i threw my fists into the taller one,
then kicked his head,
and his chest,
and his legs.
until he bruised,
and started bleeding.

and the smaller one,
i jumped on top of him,
straddling.
he squirmed,
screaming for help.
i punched him,
and punched him,
and punched him.

he went silent,
and stopped squirming.
his face was bleeding,
bleeding all over my hands.
the tips of my fingers,
were painted crimson,
as he leaked from the temple.

and i heard my name,
echoing all around.
i looked up,
searching through the pitch black.
and jungkook was standing,
standing above me.

he pulled me off the boy,
and held me from behind.
he put his head on my shoulder,
and held my hands.
the crimson leaked from my hand to his,
staining us both.

he hummed in my ear,
humming a sweet tune,
tune guiding me out.

and i could see again,
we stood in front of the school,
two bodies by my feet,
both quiet.

i squeezed jungkook's hand,
and told him,
"i like you too."