eros

020

It was a Monday morning. Jungkook's energy was supposed to boost but for some reason, he kept replaying the night of Areum's suicide. Something about it made him blood boil, the event happened so many years ago but again, Jungkook cannot erase the thought out of his mind. 

It's like Areum has engulfed his senses. 

He is still hurt. In fact, broken. The last memory of her was that night. The night when everything opened like a big book, the events move too fast and he still didn't know what really happened. 

Must be scary for her. The fear that overtook her face, the satisfaction that overtook his. 

What a disgusting excuse for a human being.

Jungkook finally reached his work, usually he would hi or do small talk, until he realized how much he despises any kind of talk. He entered the boxy elevator which could fill 4 people but in this case, add 6 and the result would be someone's coffee spilling to Jungkook's new white blouse. 

The air was stuffy and the people started to get hot, all were heading to floor 10 but it felt like it was going way further. 

Sooner or later people started to curse under their breathe about how it felt as if they're on an elevator to hell. The aura was unpleasant and the smell of sweat and coffee filled the air. 

Once the elevator dings, everyone sighed in relief. The cold air entering their senses and Jungkook finally got to his cubicle. 

Just a normal day. Get over today and don't think about Areum.

~

Namjoon crouched down to his Mother's grave, 

"Eomma..." his eyes started to tear up. 

Though he knew his mother despises him so much, he can't help not ever loving her. She was the only person he had, but is now lost. He never met his dad, during his childhood he didn't have enough people to support him. 

That sentimental moment made him enrage. Not until now, he became confused again; like he's falling into hole and can't get back up again unless he is in the right mind set. 

He is so broken.