I hated making Jungkook voice his thoughts when he was embarrassed, but it was the only way to get him to become comfortable telling us things. To get him to communicate.
On top of that…
Him and Namjoon seemed rather close.
It was like he preferred Namjoon.
I sighed, watching as he cuddled up against my husband.
At least he’s happy.
I walked out of the room, not noticing Jungkook’s frown as I left.
I stood at the easel in the art room.
I picked up a brush, sighing as I began to paint.
I began to paint the old Jungkook, a boy who put up this fake dark aura, while at the same time, fear was hidden, yet still clear within his eyes.
The painting was dark, jaded, dynamic.
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Then I painted him as I saw him now.
Light, shy, sweet.
This painting was bright, on a seperate canvas.
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I settled that canvas aside as well, painting myself, a sad expression on my face as tears trailed down my cheeks, soft whimpers slipping past my lips.
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As I painted the words “Love Yourself” I couldn’t help but let a sob break past my lips.
“E-eomma?”
“Yes Bun?” I whispered.
“Why… why you cwy?”
“I’m not crying Bun,” I kept my back to the little, not wanting him to see my tears.
He deserved to be happy.
“B-but… Eomma make souns, wike Koo do whe he cwy!”
“I’m not crying Bun,”
I heard running footsteps,” Hugs make tings bettor!!! Koo make Eomma no sad!!! Koo gwive Eomma hugs!!!”
I stayed still while the little’s arms were wrapped around my waist.
Eventually I turned, bringing his head to my chest, crying softly into his hair.
“No be sad… make Koo sad…”
I picked up the little, burying my face in his neck, I couldn’t even show my face to him.
“Soun’ like Yonggie,”
“Who’s that Koo?”
“Yonggie wa marry to Mommy… din’ wan’ Koo go bye bye… wan’ Koo s’ay… he woul’ cwy when Mommy hurt Koo… but… when Yonggie cwy and say no hurt Koo… Mommy got angwy… hurt Koo more,”
I looked up at my bun, brushing his hair out of his face,” Oh Bun… you shouldn’t have gone through that,”
“I knoe… buh no un hel’ Koo at time,”
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, bringing his head to my neck, rocking him back and forth in a comforting manner, as if he needed it, not me.
“I’m so sorry baby boy… it shouldn’t have been like that,”
“It shouldn’t have been,” a whisper leaving my lips, a silent prayer.
A promise.
A promise to never let this boy go.
A/N: I listened to Euphoria Piano Version and sobbed while editing... And then edited the next bit I'm updating and wanted to literally go to sleep, and never wake up. I really don't know anymore.
