Paint Me | TaeKook

Red - 7

Very Slight Trigger Warning.
Enjoy? Hehet

I could pretend I am strong even though deep inside, I am really hurt.

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"Eomma will be away in a few months, my little kookie, so while I am not around, be a good boy to your father and brother, arraseo?"

"Yes mom, come back soon okay?"

She nodded and hugged him tight "I'll bring you your favorite snack when I got home." She promised, patting his son's head

"It's okay if you don't bring anything back mom, you coming back is what matters." He said hugging her again, teary-eyed.

then she turned around and left...

and never came back.

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It was a week after midterm exams, which made Taehyung sigh in relief, and now it was just a few months before the first half of his senior year ends, and requirements are now again starting to swarm on Taehyung's just emptied desk, and it was tiring the hell of him.

He massaged his temples, sighing heavily.
He's been getting too worked up from all the presentations, projects and... Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook, the pretty, doe eyed boy whom he hadn't seen for a week since the talk they had in the café, was bugging his mind lately, probably because they haven't started talking formally about his project, and for the meantime, he was now thinking of a fitting theme for his painting, so he began to do random sketches though he has still months to spare and while he understands that Jungkook is also a student and is busy, he thinks that drawing something could save time, and distract him from thinking about the boy.

He started to draw some lines and curves, ending up with a boy in a bunny costume. He crumpled the paper and threw it to the wastebin, and stood up

"I need to see Jungkook now." He mumbled to himself and went out of their classroom, just in time when the bell rang, and left school hoping he could pass by Jungkook.

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"Jungkook-ah, I miss you."

Her words seeped deep in his mind. How is she doing? Is she eating well? Jungkook is worried.

I'm gonna visit her. He said to himself, going into the bathroom to shower and changed into decent clothes that'll cover his bruises, not minding the slight sting of them.

I can endure this, but not her call. I feel there's something wrong.

She wouldn't like seeing me hurt.

After getting some money from his secret storage, he got outside of his room, and went downstairs, steps aimed at the front door when his asshole of a brother as Jimin tells him, Chansoo blocked his way.

Actually Jimin, he's more than an asshole. He's a fucking monster. Anger started to bubble inside of him, but he chose to keep it in, inhaling and exhaling silently. Nothing will happen if I lash at him, I won't win anyway. He thought.

Their father was intently watching them from the far end of the living room, Jungkook bowing to him first, acknowledged by a nod before facing his brother, leaving them to their own, just staring at the window, not caring at all.