Demons To Draw | TAEKOOK

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He felt sudden chill when he stepped out of the bus. It was getting dark. A worry for his best friend clouded his mind when he saw the clouds forming a canopy over the city.

'Does Jimin even have an umbrella?' he walked to his dorm room only to find it empty. Yugyeom was friendly and kind towards Jungkook but not enough to invite him to the weekend party, which he knew his dorm mate had gone to.

Well, he could use some silence now. The dark clouds thundered in reply. Jungkook sighed thinking of end of another tiring day. How he wished he could see the stars he used to stargaze with his brother. He felt free under the night sky and the warmth, company and love of his brother was all that he needed when he laid beneath millions of stars, feeling himself as tiny yet a part of the universe. His brother promised to never let go.

The clouds couldn't carry the burden of his building emotions, so they decided to fall as big fat droplets of pure water, splattering over the cemented earth.

This bubbled a new emotion of excitement in Jungkook. A sudden urge to explore what he had drawn, a sudden urge to vent all building suffocations of life on a blank paper, with charcoal as black as the clouds above.

He digged out his sketchbook and carried it to the rooftop along with his phone, to sit in a secret place he had found a couple of days ago. It was a perfect place for him. It allowed him to watch the rain without getting his belongings wet.

He opened the pad immediately, only to stop and stare at every other sketch. After a few uncounted passing moments, he started to draw a pair of drooping eyes, much like what he had sketched in the previous pages.

He was half way through when his phone dinged with a notification. He expected a text from Jimin, telling him he had reached his dorm safely in the rain.

It should be quite normal for others, but what Jungkook saw wasn't usual for him.

Joonie: "Hey, what's up?"

'Hey, what's up?' he asked. After all this time, he's asking him this.

It had been almost a month since they had a proper conversation, four years since he had seen his face, and Jungkook couldn't even remember the last time they had a heart to heart. During this time, he had forgotten how to miss his own brother.

He did not know what to do, whether to laugh or cry, so he chose to do the latter. Something blotched the charcoal eyes in the sketch, but it wasn't the raindrops, while the sketcher had no care in the world for the drawing as he sobbed uncontrollably.

How could he forget how to miss his Namjoon? It had become an undeniable part of him now, a constant pain. He never knew why his elder brother drifted apart after he left for America for higher studies, all he knew was that it hurt him a lot. He blames Namjoon for making him an introvert, an unworthy, an incompetent.

They had been so close to one another. They told each other everything, but now, building a normal conversation with him seemed suffocating. It felt as if he was talking to a stranger.

When Jungkook thought to vent out his emotions, this wasn't how he planned to do it. He cried and cried for all the reasons he could think of. How he isn't close to his brother anymore, how he missed his home, how he doesn't have many friends, how it was raining untimely, how the person in the sketches wasn't even real...

"Tell me, are you even real? Why are you here then, when nobody is around? Why do you keep haunting me? T-tell me... are you even real?" he screamed into the rain, whimpering. He knew it well that he isn't to be heard.