two a.m. //taekook

one

| burning cities and napalm skies

 fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

your ocean eyes |

Busan had never been good to him.

Not even as a child when both his parents were still together and he could afford to eat dinner every night, no not even then- because even then he felt lonely. 

He isn't even sure of why he bothered staying for graduation or how managed to score a scholarship or two for his dance classes.

See- Jungkook never liked Busan, nothing either than its natural draw for the art. It was art that brought him and his only friend together. Jimin, his name was, a sweet boy with wavy dark brown hair and a loving smile- also leader of the dance classes Jungkook attended his freshman to junior year. Jungkook had no clue why the older boy approached him since Jungkook was the loner of the school, no one had really tried to be his friend since elementary. 

Jimin was persistent with his silly jokes and stories. It was strange how much of an open book he was as he shared little things about himself that typically you wouldn't know unless you were close. Out going would be a nice term to use to describe the upperclassmen.

But his pretty smile and prettier personality only caused Jungkook to question him more. The older was always smiling but it was beside a new person each time as if he was everyone's  friend. Jungkook decided to except that Jimin didn't actually care for him specifically and tried desperality to distance himself. 

It didn't work if you can't tell. 

One day his confusion came to an end as he listened in on his peers talking about the 'queer boy' in their class. I guess you can say it hit him like a truck as he sat completely still in his third period, thoughts swarmed his brain. The reason Jimin was bouncing between people wasn't because he had so many friends but rather because he didn't have any at all. 

Jungkook never mentioned it and the two's friendship naturally grew. He finally excepted Jimin's presence as was internally grateful for a friend. The two had more than the bullying and dance classes in common and fit like two puzzle pieces. Brothers, that's what they became. Jimin became the person Jungkook would run to each time his mother gave him a hard time. They would listen to each other and loan their shoulders as a comforting place to cry for each other. 

It was Jimin who declared that Jungkook couldn't drop out, that Jungkook couldn't leave him alone. It was selfish and Jimin knew it- but it was really just an excuse to keep the younger in school. 

Jimin's graduation was the worst day of Jungkooks life- even worse than the time he ran away from home at age 11.  And when he cried as Jimin walked across the stage, it wasn't because he was proud but rather his own selfishness. He'd be alone like Jimin had wished to not be. 

He couldn't stay in the sweaty over crowded school gym any longer and didn't bother to excuse himself as he faked a phone call and dashed out the gym doors. He crossed the packed parking lot and flopped down on the curb watching the occasional traffic zoom by. Jungkook dropped his hands to his sides and cried silently as he watched the sky shift into streaks of peach and lavender. Eventually his tears managed to dry and the lot cleared itself out. 

"Jungkook" a soft voice spoke from his left. His eyes wondered from his worn shoes to the beautiful boy dressed in a royal blue cap and gown. 

"You should leave with your family" Jungkook muttered back to the older. He felt like such an idiot crying over his brother and friend who isn't even gone yet, graduation just managed to kick him in the gut rather hard.