Luminous Kingdom | Jikook |

•Chapter 7•

  
      On his light blue nightstand, his alarm clock started making a loud sound. Waking him up before the birds can sing to the world. Being it's sun when the moon was still out illuminating the sky. As if they weren't fast enough, as if that they wasted their times. He flinched waking up,  he started looking around, it took him a minute to remember what happened. Closing the loud noise of the alarm, but another one shot inside his head. Making him remember every single detail of that one night, when he learned that Fae's are real.

   He denied it, not wanting to remember that incident. Trying to brainwash himself, if he reject his own memory than he may get to live his simple life again, and not worry about death, or that creature. As Nol mentioned them to be, monsters.

       His human weak body felt tired, five hours of sleep wasn't enough, although, it wasn't a choice to go back to sleep. He had to go find a job to support his lazy, apathetic family. He doesn't have another choice after all. That's all he can do for now. For now.

    He decided to wear less fancy clothes for the day since he will go job hunting and it may be a long day, no, he knew it will be a long, lasting day. He can just feel it in his bones.

    He wore his slippers and walked to Byeol's room. Carefully opening the door to not wake her up, he treated her as if she was a child, but she was almost nineteen. She is his most priced position, as if the sky only had one star that it cared for, deeply.

    Lips curling as he walked in the room, kissing her hair softly and crouching down to look at her innocent, sleeping face. "I'll work so hard to make you live the life you deserve. To sleep on sheets of silk, and to wear a different outfit, every single day." He whispered so softly, that even he can barely hear himself.

     After he left, she opened her eyes and stared at the door. No comments, no feelings about it. Because he does it everyday. He never skipped a day. Before the day begins, he kisses her hair. But always promises her something different. He believed all his promises will come true through hard, tough work. "All his promises are piteous. He never asks me what I really want." She mumbled with a scoff before going back to sleep again.

    Jimin wore his black jeans with a black shirt and his black boots. A tight black belt around the holes of his pants. He looked at the mirror and stared at himself. "I never liked black, what is happening to me." He tilted his head with confusion. He then stripped himself with such speed, "black represents clouded, inky dreams. I need bright colors for my future. It will bring me luck," he mumbled to himself. Wearing instead a light purple shirt, keeping his black jeans, boots, and belt. He only changed his shirt because he just wanted to wear the other black items for no reason. He felt like it and even he couldn't peruse himself to wear another color.

    He couldn't forget his light blue backpack, and the bracelet he always wears, which holds a small star. It reminded him of Byeol, it always cheered him up when he was sad or when he felt  like giving up on himself. It was like a booster in his life.

    Taking the bus on the early morning, he opened his notebook to study before arriving to his destination. He was going through the pages and something pulled his attention, making his breath hitch a little.

    Jeon Jungkook is so handsome.

    He remembered him snatching his notebook and writing it with a red pen. "So unpromising." He closed his notebook and tried shaking him off of his head. "Now I feel like it will be a long, unfortunate day." He bit his bottom lip and looked out the window of the bus.

   A hot drink poured on his thighs when the bus took a turn. The old lady next to him gasped feeling extremely sorry. "Oh my! I am so sorry, are you okay young man?" She asked with an apologetic tone.