I love everything you do when you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do
~PJM
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(!DO NOT PLAGIARIZE!) Story and story cover by TAEGUKKO
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"What does this one mean?" Jimin asked pointing to the tattoo of a small bird tangled in a music note, Jungkook sighed heavily with a smile on his face "it's kind of a long story" he started. Jimin shrugged "I wanna hear it" he said. Jungkook nodded feeling warm and fuzzy inside.
"Okay we'll get comfortable baby" Jimin blushed and climbed in his lap, wrapping his arms around Jimins waist Jungkook held him tightly and sat up "well, I got it when I was 16. I was really really passionate about music especially singing, I actually still am" he explained, Jimin nodded. "And I never really wanted to admit that I was so passionate about music because it always made me emotional"
"Everytime I'd even begin to talk about how much I love singing I'd get a feeling in my chest that made my eyes water and my throat tighten, and it wasn't just because of how much I loved singing it was because when I was younger..." he stopped causing Jimin to look at him, Jungkook's eyes were closed and his head was leaned back. Jimin could see his Adam's apple bob up and down, so he grabbed his hand and held it tightly in his.
Jungkook looked down at him and slightly smiled "when I was younger my mom loved singing, she'd sing when cleaning, cooking, working, and even to put me to sleep. It didn't matter if she was sad or angry, you'd be able to catch her singing throughout the entire day" he said, Jimin smiled thinking of how Jungkook would sound singing.
"Her voice was so angelic, it was like honey. So beautiful and soothing, it was like heaven itself and you could always hear the emotion, pain, happiness, loneliness and hope in her voice. It was the best thing in the world to hear..." he stopped and sighed "then when I was nine we got into a horrible car accident...we both survived but she was in such a critical state"
"She had to go through four surgeries, two for her lungs and two for her throat...after she had got better she was never able to sing again, she was hardly able to speak for at least three years. And I know it hurt her because singing was how she dealt with everything, it was her own way of showing emotions but after that she was never able to and it did more than just hurt her" he explains.
"And to make her feel better I'd try singing to her, I'd sing her favorite songs to her while she cooked or cleaned, I'd even sing her to sleep. Pretty soon I had fallen in love with music and it became my way of escaping, but for some reason the music never helped me escape completely...I could never run from anything but I could out run everything with it."
"I'm like the bird, I can fly and get away but even with the escape of music I still can't get away, like I'm trapped in an opened cage..." Jimin looked up at him and gave him a soft smile "all you need is for someone to help you get out...and I can be that someone"
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A/N I'm so sorry for not updating, I've been stuck on this for so long. I don't know why but I just got so stuck and I didn't know what to write, anyways I love you al and thank everyone for still reading this even though I haven't updated in so long. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
