Jungkook has begun suffering from his loss of childhood. Questions fill his head constantly and now? he isn't even sure if he has made the right decision to join BTS.
He's too scared to ask for help, just in case people look down on him. So instead...
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Slowly my eyes opened to be met with a familiar room. A room where I grew up, my old bedroom. I could tell by the school uniform laying on the desk chair in the corner.
Looking down at my hands, I saw a soft glow radiating from them. It slightly bounced of the walls of the room.
I'm dead aren't I?
Was this what was waiting after death? Am I just going to be reminded of how much of a mistake I was?
Well... I suppose I was never a good person in life. Why did I think I would get a peaceful end?
My head shot up at a small groan that came from my oh so familiar bed sheets. As the sleeping person moved, I saw thick, black, curly hair appear from beneath the covers.
Who the fuck is that? Did Mother rent my room out? Is that how much they missed me? Fuck... Why am I seeing this?
My door suddenly swung open and in came my Mother. My beautiful Mother. She didn't look a day older from the last time we met.
Long, thick, healthy dark brown hair. Wide, childlike doe eyes. Her perfect baby face that made her look so young. I missed her... so much. I won't ever see her again, will I?
My Mother looked around my room, with a happy grin on her face. Her smile was so contagious that I released a sad smile myself.
This nostalgia hurts.
I watched as she inched closer to the intruder in my bed. She looked used to his presence, I wonder how long he has been here?
Without any hesitation, Mother ripped the covers off the thin boy. He looked so small and weak. He was wearing my favourite PJ's as well. It kind of hurt to see that, but what does it matter anymore? I'm not going to be there to complain.
The boy took his time sitting up from the bed that I used to cry in because of silly nightmares. As he moved his head to look at Mother, I bit my tongue in surprise.
This small child was me...
Fuck how old am I here? I must be at least 14.
The boy... Well I, looked at Mother before letting out a groan and falling back onto the bed. I was hard to wake up as a child... I am even harder as an adult.
Mother: "Now now Jeongguk get up, it's your birthday today isn't it?"
My birthday? When was the last time I celebrated my birthday? As an idol, you get many wishes from fans but... you don't have time to celebrate it. Too busy.
I don't get excited on my birthday like I used to. I guess that's a sign you have grown up.
In contrast, my younger self shot up. Face filled with so much glee. It didn't even take him a second to run down the stairs leaving Mother to let out a fond laugh behind me.
