My spring day. [COMPLETED]

your story.

Your each your destination, the last bones of your father's body lay here, the last proof of his existence in this world where everyone was slowly forgetting him. As you stood in front of the metal gates of the graveyard, panting after all the walking, you see her. Seated next to a gravestone, throwing her head back laughing like a little kid, like she was alive again. You could see how beautiful she really is, and a wave of pain runs through your heart. You want to reach out to her, to be wrapped around her warmth, but your legs don't obey you. Jungkook looks at you, "Is that her?"

You look at him, unable to speak. He understands, his eyes soften at the look of utter pain and terror sprawled across your face, "Do you want me to go get her?"

You watch as the tall man helps your mother to her feet, she keeps staring at him. You're amazed by how she doesn't fight him, like she always does with you or someone else. As they walk over to you, he smiles gently. Your tears don't hold back anymore, "How did you open the door mom??"

"Mom?" your mother scoffs in disbelief, "Who are you?" She doesn't remember you, again. It shouldn't hurt after all the years of hearing these words from your own mother, but it still does and you know it will never stop. Jungkook looks even more confused than her, you could see his eyes moving back and forth between you and the lady in his arms. You know there will be a million questions to answer afterwards. "Can you help me take her home?"

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You tuck your mom safely in bed, the warm shower seemed to have calmed her down. You walk out, slowly closing the door behind you. Seeing the silhouette seated on the couch, you take a deep breath and sit next to him. You close your eyes and lean your head back, the day's fatigue finally taking over you. "Thank you," you whisper. When he doesn't answer, you turn to face him. He's biting his lower lip, deep in thought, eyes searching for answers on your face. "You must have a million questions," you chuckle.

"You don't have to answer any," his voice is a whisper too.

Something about the look on his eyes, and everything that happened earlier, gives you a sudden urge of opening up to him. You've kept your mum, your family, a secret from everyone you've met. Not out of shame, more out of fear of being pitied. Pity was the one thing you would never stand, but your heart kept telling you this man was not that kind. 

Taking a deep breath, you begin unraveling your story. "My dad passed away six years ago, when I was just 14. That's when everything tore apart. My mom lost her job, more like quit her job. She just stopped caring about me, about who would pay for food, clothes, the bills. She just stopped functioning altogether. So I took it upon myself to start making money, for the both of us. That café? I've been working there ever since, the owner is a friend of mom's, was a friend. And then two years ago, I came home to find her missing, and just like today, I found her near my dad. That was the last day she remembered who I am without me having to prove it to her. She got Alzheimer's," tears were now freely flowing down your cheeks, "I had to start working at a gaming arcade at night, because the medicine wasn't any cheap. I didn't give up on the idea of college either, so I have classes on most days," you smile at him, "So yeah Jungkook, I really don't even have time to brush my hair let alone know who you are." 

Even though you meant it lightly, a pang of guilt spreads across his face. He fumbles with his fingers, still looking at you, before clenching his hands, as if holding back from wiping away you tears, "I'm sorry, I had no idea." You look into his eyes for the longest time, and he doesn't drop his gaze either. Your heart feels lighter somehow, as if he took off some of the weight on your shoulders and placed it on his. "You're not like any girl I've ever met," he smiles, that bunny smile again, the sides of his eyes crinkling. He moves his hand to place it on yours, and gives the slightest squeeze, as if he was telling you it's okay, that he's here now. It really is true how sometimes actions speak better than words. Is he your knight, that the girls in high school used to talk about? Has he come to save you? You didn't know, and you didn't think you'd ever find out; after all, this could potentially be your last meet up. 

His phone rings, shattering the perfectly comfortable silence. "Hyung! Yeah, yeah I'm okay. Yeah I'll be there soon. Alright. Not now okayyy?" he looks away, blushing, "Urgh fine, I love you too." You burst out laughing. He hangs up, "What?"

"You're kinda adorable, aren't you?" He cheeks grow a deeper red, and you laugh harder. He smiles softly at your laughing, and chuckles softly himself.

"I should get going."

You walk him out the door. He turns around and takes one more look at you, smiling sheepishly. You raise an eyebrow, what is he smiling at? He gives a giddy wave before walking into the dark street. 

****Is it just me or is shit getting too dark? Here's some sunshine just in case:        *****