Everything is grey. My room, my my hands, my face. Everything is dull.
My room is painted white, with no decorations at all. Nothing. Just plain white.
I sit there, in hatred and disgust at my own father.
What is wrong with me? Why can't I be normal...?
*Knock Knock* "Taetae, are you in there?" Mirae sounded sad, but still concerned for me.
"Yeah. I'm here."
"Can I come in?" She asked eagerly.
"Mmhm sure," I said, in a depressing tone.
As Mirae opened the door, I saw her pink eyes, as if she had been crying for hours. I guess I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't even realize that Mirae was troubled too.
"Oh, I'm so selfish. Are you okay Mirae?" I asked.
"H-huh? Oh uhm yeah, I'm fine. But that's not what I came here for."
"Oh then what is it?"
"I have a friend, that I would like you to meet. His name is Jungkook, and he's a singer. He just had his first performance today," She spoke, hastily, "I know it's a bit risky, especially with your father breathing down your back, but I think you two will really like each other."
"Oh! I would love to meet him!" I replied. I need to get my mind distracted from what's happening right now, "When? And what did you you say his name was again?"
"Tomorrow, and his name is Jeon Jungkook." Mirae sounded ecstatic.
"Okk I'll do it!"~Tomorrow~
I checked my phone. Is this the right place?
I was alone in a coffee shop, with only the barista, and it was already the scheduled time, 2:30.
I looked around, expecting someone to walk through the door any second now.
Nothing.
Maybe traffic?
After waiting for 30 more minutes, a young man, around the same age as me, with brown hair and deep brown eyes, and a handsome face came through the door.
"Jeon Jungkook?" I asked, desperately.
"Ah, Kim Taehyung, I'm assuming." He spoke, his deep voice so familiar, but I couldn't remember where I heard it from.
"Yes, I'm Kim Taehyung." I stood up to greet him. I shook his hand, and he greeted me with a sweet smile.
"I'm extremely sorry for being late, I... uh lost track of time." He looked extremely cute, in his timberland boots and his giant brown jacket.
"Oh, no need to worry." I replied back to him. My heart rate increased by about 1,000, and I just stared at his beautiful face.
"So, what do you do for a living?" He asked me.
What should I say? Should I tell him? Is he trustworthy?
"Uh actually, I...I'm the uh..."
"You're the prince. Right?" His response took me by surprise. I had no idea that he knew.
"Yeah. H-how did you know...?" Could he be a spy? A stalker?
"Uh Mirae told me." He responded, scratching his head in thought. "How did you get out of the palace?"
"Um... I snuck out." I said quietly, hoping that no one would hear, "I hate being trapped inside, with no one to talk to, no one to support you, no one to be with you. It's like you're stuck in an invisible box, with no way out."
"Hm... I feel like that sometimes too," he responded, "but sometimes, you don't need anyone but yourself. You've already made it so far by yourself."
His words really shocked me, as if he had been in the same situations that I have. I could feel my cheeks getting hot and red, so I looked away. Just like I do with all my problems.
"Oh Jungkook, you're a singer, right?" I asked, eager to change the topic.
It looked as if Jungkook was deep in thought, but as soon as I asked the question he snapped back into reality.
"Yeah. I just had my first performance today," He replied.
"Ooo I wanna hear you sing one time." I smirked and looked at him.
His cheeks turned pink, and he cleared his throat.
"Uh, I'm not that good, you know."
"Oh I'll be the judge of that." I replied. His normal talking voice sounded too nice to be true, and his singing voice would surely be better, I thought.
"Hm. Okay fine," he replied, admitting defeat, "when?"
"Right now. Sing the song... Euphoria." His voice would be perfect for Euphoria.
"N-now??? Uh... okay..."~Jungkook starts singing~
This voice... I've heard it somewhere before. But where?
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Hey guys! Sorry for not updating that often, I'm kinda busy with some stuff and school right now, so here's a kinda long episode. Thank you for reading! <3
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