His Philosophy/Vkook

Agathokakological

So while I was writting this, I was listening to Mr. Tambourine man and God, do I love this song, if you can, please listen while reading.
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3rd person's P.O.V.

It was a quiet night, sitting on a window, a boy was stargazing. Ethernal view above his head and death in his own hands. One hand held the ciggarete and the other one glowed in red.

Bringing the ciggarete to his lips, boy glances down on his wrists. He saddly smiles, watching the blood, sluggishly moving , hitting the floor.

It was a rather beautiful yet disturbing sight to see. In the room, cold and dark, Jeon Jeongguk was smoking his 2nd ciggarete in whole damn life. The night sky was suprisingly clear for this time of the year, and the moonlight was so strong, but the small flod of blood looked much prettier.

With Bowie playing in the background and dark-haired boy brooding, a midnight bells could be heard through the city. A shiny object sitting on the floor, next to a little cactus he adored.

Boy looked up again, moonlight swallowing his face, hot tears now visible on his beautiful features. He looked fine, smiling through those nefarious tears, but with just one better look into the window of his soul, you could see the broken glass, thrown everywhere.

"Why do we cry..?" He whispered to the moon.

"Where is the river to take my sorrows now..?" A song changed, now playing Bob Dylan's 'Mr tambourine man'. He hummed softly along the rythm.

"Hey mister tambourine man play a song from me, I'm not sleeping and there is no place I'm going to.." a smile found it's way on his face. He was beatiful, so broken, but so beautiful.

He was dead inside. He was just like a leaf in fall. Dead, yet so pretty to get attention of every person passing by.

Once the blood stopped dripping, he took the shinny razor and dragged him across his soft skin once more, along his wrists and his breath taking thighs.

Love is like a glass. Once it breaks it's over. There is no future for it, even if you glue a broken mirror, it still won't be the same, all those marks showing the uggliness and truth behind it's looks.

What was the boy even thinking about? He was a boy and he fell in love with a boy. Pure sin. He was a sinner, he was even worser than that! Who was he to break the rules? Who was he to be selfish? Who was he to be happy?

Those thoughts were the one playing in boy's head. Painful, but maybe right things he should've think about before. He can't turn the time back now. It's over. He has fallen for a boy so pretty, but the boy wasn't ready to catch him before he breaks into million pieces.

Words are the weapon that kills the soul. He let the sweet philosophy break him. It was fully his fault. No one else's. He fell into the magic sweet land of philosophy. A cursed world, indeed.

Now he shouldn't show the world that he was broken. He will just look up and smile. Just like moon comes out every night, glowing and marvelous. Even when it watches the cruel world, we call earth or our home, from above.

He is fine, he always was and always will be. Fine and happy. Tomorrow when he gets up he will go to school, with smile on his face and talk to his old, dear friends. He will maybe talk to those boys who fancy him a bit.

Taehyung was his friend and he loved him. Taehyung was his mistake and he hated him. Taehyung was his poison and he drank him. He is fully under his curse. But who is he to keep Taehyung for himself?

He will smile at him tomorrow, but he won't kiss him later when they are alone. He will say hi to him, but he won't ask him a question when they are sitting together at some point somewhere. He will look at him, but won't dream of him anymore. He will be his friend, but won't be as close anymore.