Online *Jikook*

2

Warning: Self Harm

I stare out the window and look down at my phone, reading through the message again. I sigh and slide on my shoes.

"Bring an umbrella." I scoff to myself.

"I don't even have an umbrella." I mutter, digging through my closet. I spot a black one and pick it up.

"Huh. This must be Hobi's. Considering neither Yoongi nor I go outside." I say to myself, grabbing the umbrella and leaving the house. I stick in my earbuds and begin to walk down the street. Not even paying attention to where I'm going. I see a water drop onto the pavement and the next the I knew, it was pouring rain. I sigh and open the umbrella, shielding myself from the rain. Everybody went inside because there was lightening as well so it was just me walking around besides the cars passing by. Something catches my eye and makes me stop walking. A boy was running across the slippery street, hands full of papers. He slipped on the water and fell, causing all the papers to scatter across the street. I immediately run up to him and hold out my hand to him. He places his hand in mine and I pull him up.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

"I-I'm fine thank you." He said, picking up the soaked papers.

"Here, let me help you." I say, beginning to pick up the papers off the ground. I hand them to him and he bows.

"Thank you." He said.

"You're welcome. Now where are you heading to?" I ask. He looks up at me with wide eyes before looking away.

"Work. I'm late. It was a pleasure to meet you but if you wouldn't mind-"

"Oh yeah of course. Sorry for getting in your way." I say, stepping aside. He bows one more time before speed walking off.

"It must be nice to live a normal life." I say to no one in particular. A normal life with a home. A family that loves you. A job that takes up your time. It must be hard, but nice. Enough food for you to eat. It all sounds peaceful. That guy probably has a wife and children. I can imagine. Though he did look a little small. Maybe he was just married. I shrug at the thought and begin walking again, placing my earbuds in my ears, walking past a few couples who are kissing in the rain. I wish I had someone that cared for me. That loved me for who I was and would never leave me. The thought made my stomach churn and I knew I was done for the day.

"Fuck this." I curse, closing the umbrella and throwing it at a nearby tree. I walk home with blasting music in my ears and soaked clothes. I don't even care anymore. I stopped caring a long time ago. I step inside the house and am greeted by a concerned Yoongi.

"Jungkook! You're soaking wet! Are you okay? Come here!" He shouted, throwing a blanket over my head and rubbing his hands all over me.

"Hyung I'm fine." I mumble, attempting to push him away from me.

"But you'll get a cold!" He said, making me roll my eyes.

"God you're just like a fly. You never leave me alone do you?!" I screamed at him. His expression softened and he looked away.

"Yoongi I didn't mean that. I'm sorry." I sigh.

"Yeah. I know. It's okay. I know you're just stressed." Yoongi said, flashing me his well known gummy smile.

"Go talk to him." Yoongi said, making me groan.

"I don't want to. He doesn't help me at all." I whine, grabbing an apple and taking a bite.

"Yes he does! Just give him a chance." He begged.

"I messaged him once. That's all I promised. That's it. I'm not doing this message thing again. Don't bother me about it." I snap before walking to my room and collapsing onto my bed. My phone buzzes and I groan. I lazily get my phone and open my eyes.