SKYLIGHT [Completed] ✅

Chapter 2

Jungkook's POV

It's been over a year now that I'm back in Seoul. Nothing much has changed in my life. My shadow is still my only companion. People who live on the streets don't usually band together as one. Out here, it's always looking out for number one. But many times, I've found kindness in small pockets, coming from fellow brothers on the streets rather than the well dressed and over stuffed pricks that live in beautiful homes and drive fancy cars.

This city intrigues me. Life is so fast paced. Everyone is running a race. My race is to my next meal. I haven't ever thought beyond that much. If I do, I'm afraid of finding disappointment. If I hope for too much, I'll get struck down. This world is cruel. Nothing much else.

It must have been 2 in the morning, judging by my internal clock, when I found myself outside a familiar looking building. Right, the one with the skylight. That little glass window, that showed me a glimpse into the life I wish I had. I felt something stir within me as I made my way up the fire escape.

I don't get attached to people, places or things but this place somehow touched my heart. I looked through the skylight and smiled. Something that I rarely do. I don't have much to smile about. The knife flicks through the catch on the glass easily and I open it up.

Just like the last time, there's no alarm. I drop down into the quiet hallway. The place looks exactly the same as I remember it. The warmth inside immediately envelopes me into its embrace like an old friend. And I find myself smiling again for the second time tonight.

I skip the main bedroom again and make my way to the bathroom I remember downstairs. The place is clean and untouched. I remove my clothes and take a bath, taking my time, relaxing in the heat of the droplets. I clean myself as best as I can and wrap a towel around myself before popping down onto the soft rug and finding oblivion.

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I stretch my sore muscles as I awake the following morning. It was a long and tiring day and I'm looking forward to just relaxing at home alone, away from the constant bickering of the assholes at work.

I make my way to the attached bathroom and get ready for a nice, quiet and peaceful day. I make my way downstairs and almost trip over a bundle lying on the floor of my living room. I catch myself from falling over just as I hear a soft groan emitting from the said bundle.

I back away and run to the closet, retrieving my metal baseball bat I've stowed away in there. When I make my way back to the living room, the said bundle has disentangled itself from the floor rug and stood up, the loose towel wrapped around his waist falls away and I stand there stupified for a few seconds before collecting myself and raising the bat to attack the intruder.

He opens his eyes and their a vivid shade of brown that makes me want to lose myself in them. But I remember who I am as he gazes at me with an equally shocked expression of disbelief.

Hastily, he picks up his towel, re-tying it when I scream and lunge at him with the bat.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Aaaaarhhhhgg!!! Oh my God! Please wait! Don't hit me," he cowers on the rug, closing his body into a foetal position.

As I swing the bat, I stop just centimetres from his head, as I hear him whimper in anticipation of the pain.

I throw the bat away like it was some venemous snake.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I wasn't going to hit you! Shit!"

Was I actually going to hit him when he was down like that, and surely unarmed? What's wrong with me? I'm shocked at myself, thanking my sanity that I didn't actually hit him in the end. But he has some explaining to do.

He moves his hands away from his body and backs away into the foot of the couch, cowering there.

"Listen, I'm sorry. Look!" I show him my empty hands. "I'm not going to hit you. Just, who are you and what are you doing here? And where's your clothes?"

His body relaxes a bit and he looks at me, still afraid.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't know anyone was here. I'm homeless."

I'm in absolute and total shock.

"Did you break into my home?"

"I- I promise, I didn't know anyone was here. Please don't call the cops on me," he whines and I look at him with pity. He's so thin and weak. He has a thick beard but his eyes look scared yet kind. I feel pathetic at what I would have done to him.

"It's okay. I'm not going to call the cops. Get off the floor and sit on the couch. Okay?"

His eyes go wide and I watch him fight an internal battle deciding whether he could trust me not to hit him with the metal bat.

Slowly, he gets off the floor and sits on the couch, still very much rigid and looking ready to take flight at any given chance. I back away and make my way to the kitchen.

"I'm going to get myself a cup of coffee and then we can sit and talk. I can't think straight without some caffeine."

When my espresso is ready, I take a sip and it feels heavenly. I make my way back to the living room where I find my unwanted guest, still cowering in fear on the couch. I take a seat opposite him and look directly at him, sipping on my coffee.

"What's your name?" I ask kindly.

"J-Jungkook."

"I'm Kim Seokjin. It's very nice to meet you. Please don't feel afraid. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

He visibly relaxes and looks at me questioningly.

"How old are you Jungkook?"

"I'm 19."

"Okay. I'm 22. That makes me your hyung. Now, what exactly were you doing in my home?"

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