Sequel to That One Summer
13 year old Jungkook and 15 year old Taehyung are together lost.
Taehyung lost from the meaning of love and Jungkook lost in his cobwebs of twisted thoughts. The full spindle of lies and confusion.
Both are lost, from findi...
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Hyung,
how do you manage.
To be accompanied by a person like that strange boy, how uncomfortable it was.
His presence was pestering me; annoying as he sat so directly next to me that I could hear him breathe.
I couldn't stand it; he was a bother to my morals.
Truly, I hated it, and I let that be known. Bold and clear.
So the outcome didn't make sense to me. Surely he had to pick up on my deep loathing of his life; my complete objection to him knowing hyung's exist. So why.
It had to be obvious for I wasn't hiding the facts, so why was he still close to hyung.
It can't be because of those words.
I verbally lied to his face when I apologized about ignoring his unnecessary questions for me, and he believed the lie through my teeth.
Hyung looked pleased with my actions, but I'm certain he's intelligent enough to know that it came from empty words.
Even with the scripted justification about my attitude towards him before, he should know I didn't mean it; know that people don't change like that.
He should know that; they both should.
Hyung's heard my thoughts on the matter of his acquaintance with this Jin guy, and my actions already should've defined how I truly felt about him, so I don't understand.
I didn't mean one word that came out of my mouth, and I knew he knew that, but Hyung still bought me a pastry; a sweet pastry made to look like a bunny as a reward.
How valuable of an object he gave me.
I admired it; praised the craftsmanship softly out loud. I've never experienced a reward like this for doing something.
The so called rewards I've gotten involved vulgar things that were done to me. In that decorative house, trapped in it's dreadful walls, with those unpleasant people.
And that repulsive man.
The only other thing that I depend on to live in this tainted world before I met hyung couldn't talk. Couldn't move, unable to fight, but still protected me in the end.
My dark bunny glows brighter than a star, and he gave me another one; gave me one for lying.
He patted my head which such care, and I thanked him graciously for the gift. Then the smile appeared, like the sun shining through grey clouds.
