As You Can See|tk

8| like robots. programmed for me

Taehyung—

"How is school going for you, sweetheart?" Mother asked, placing her hand over mine. I nodded, smiling slightly. "It's not as bad as I thought it'd be," I replied. "I've made new friends and I'm doing great with my studies, as always." Mother tittered a twinkling laugh, and squeezed my hand. "I knew you'd adjust in no time, Taehyung! Let's just hope that this school is better than all of those other filth." I sighed, and shook my head. "You only think of them as filth, because someone stirred a little trouble for me. It's really no big deal, Mother."

I could imagine her shaking her head, as she replied with a light, "oh, Taehyung. Just listen to your mother, alright? I know what's best for you." Frowning, slightly, I decided not to answer, and listened to the dull hum of the car engine, and the thrum of the tires running over pavement. I jolted a little forward, my seatbelt catching around my chest, as the car stopped. "We're here, sweetie," Mother announced. I nodded, and raised my hand, which to where my mother rested the strap of my Gucci bag into my hand. "Goodbye, Mother. Thank you Mr. Lee," I murmured, as the elder man took my hand, and pulled me out of the vehicle. "Have a good day at school, Taehyung," the two replied, in sync. Like robots. Programmed for me.

Shuddering at the thought, I began to walk up the front of the school, and headed inside. As usual, I walked into the front office, and was greeted by a hearty welcome from the front desk lady. "Jungkook is running a little late today," the woman informed me. "I'll call for you when he comes around." I nodded, and fumbled around to find a chair to sit in. "Oh, allow me!" The woman tittered, as I heard her footsteps come from around the desk. She grabbed my arm, and led me to a cushiony sofa, causing me to wonder whether she is treating me special because of my disability, or because I come from a rich family.

Nevertheless, I thanked the woman, and flashed a wide smile, hoping that my true thoughts didn't make it falter. Sighing, I leaned back into the chair, closing my burning eyes. The thing about being blind is that I would never know if my eyes are open or closed until they start stinging from not blinking for a long time. Sometimes I'd hear people point that out, and they'd assume that I was checking them out, or something. Which was ironic, since I didn't even have the vision to do that.

I brought my hands up to rub my burning eyes, before letting the limbs plop back down into my lap. I had nothing to do, but wait for Jungkook to turn up. Speaking of which, where was he, anyway? It wasn't like the younger to be late. Despite his huge disliking towards me, there wasn't one day where he picked me up late. Something important must have caught his attention, if he wasn't here, yet. Maybe it's a family matter. Maybe his dog got sick. Maybe he's dealing with that she-demon of a girl, Yong Sun. Or, maybe he's...really tired of my presence, and wants out. I mean, I did hurt his precious girlfriend's wittle feelings. Twice, in fact.

Maybe he got butthurt over that, and doesn't want to assist me anymore. Maybe it's about time I ask for a new helper. Maybe—

A loud boom startled me out of my thoughts, as the door to the front office slammed open. "Sorry, Taehyung. I'm here, now," the younger called from his place by the door. The front desk lady scolded him for making a ruckus, and to come earlier next time. I stood up, slowly, and stood in place. "Um...is there anything in my way? I don't know how to get to you from here." I didn't receive an answer, but I heard a familiar pair of boots make their way towards me, across the carpeted floor. Jungkook held my shoulder, in one of his hands, and led me out of the office. "Thanks," I murmured, feeling awkward. I'm sure Jungkook hasn't forgotten about me offending his girlfriend, which suddenly made me quiet.

Why? It's not like this was unusual for me to sass someone. It shouldn't matter if that someone was Jungkook's girlfriend, either! It shouldn't matter if he has a girlfriend, in the first place. Why does it bother me so much, anyway? Irritated with my own thoughts, I didn't notice the sound of plastic wheels rolling on the tile floors, until I got knocked over. "Ooh, sorry, dude!" A guy called back, over his shoulder, as he continued to ride his skate board away. "Hey! Don't ride that thing in the hallways, you dick!" I heard Jungkook yell back.

The younger helped me up, and draped the strap of my bag over my shoulder, again. "Thanks, Kookie," I murmured. "What's wrong with you today? It's like someone just stole your spark," the aforementioned stated. An automatic smile rose up on my lips. "Ah, it's nothing. I've...been lost in thought recently." My hand dropped back down to my side, heavily, accidentally hitting Jungkook's stomach. The younger suddenly hissed, making me whip my head in his direction, in concern. "Did I hurt you?" I asked, startled. His hand dropped on my shoulder, and he began to walk us to class. "No, you didn't hurt me. Let's just get going, okay?"

I stayed silent, not sure if what I was hearing was correct. Jungkook's steps seemed to be dragging and heavy. Uneven. Like he was limping...as if he was...hurt?

"Hey..." I spoke, wondering if I should ask. It wasn't my business anyway, but...what if he was actually injured? "What is it?" The younger asked after the long pause I left in the air. "Are you limping?" Suddenly, his steps changed, so they were slightly more normal, but it still sounded like he was dragging his feet. "No. I'm perfectly fine, Taehyung." Now, I knew there was something wrong; those steps definitely didn't sound "fine." I turned my head, to face the direction of where he was positioned beside me. "You can't hide it from me, Jeon. My ears don't lie. You can't tell a blind person, who's been honing his hearing for the past six years that he's hearing wrong. You're limping, and you're going to tell me why you're limping," I demanded.

Jungkook sighed heavily, and paused before he answered me. "I sprained my ankle when I tripped down the stairs. No big deal. It should heal in no time. Now, can you walk faster, so we can get to class, already?" His voice was hiding something. There was a hitch in his breath, when he was speaking. I know he's lying, but I decided not to press. It wasn't my business. Maybe he did trip and sprained his ankle. I'm not a doctor, who am I to say?

Yet, there was an uneasy feeling stirring in the pit of my stomach. Something was definitely wrong with Jeon Jungkook. I was so tempted to force him to tell me, but there was one thing holding me back.

Why should you care, Taehyung?

What does Jungkook mean to you?

Who are you for him to tell you what's really wrong?

You're no one of importance to him, Taehyung.

So, why should you care?

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I know I haven't been updating lately, but you gotta cut me some slack. School sucks, and I'm trying lol. Anyway, who's ready for Nicki's version of IDOL? ME, BIATCH!

-Author-nim