The Heir

Distancing

As time passed by Minyeol and Jimin arrived. This certain feeling started to build up. Excitement to meet them again. Finally. But one worry was left. Why did Jungkook always get so tense around Minyeol? Did he know something she didn't? And just if, what was it?

"Geez. Why do you guys always have to mess up your room like that?" – "Hey, Seokjin can we please not talk about it in front of them?" Namjoonie politely asked. "No!" Seokjin yelled. Seems like Minyeol and Jimin landed in a bad situation... Then everything cooled down so quickly, like blowing out a candle. They sat down and just chatted, except Jungkook. He just sat there, listened, and sometimes, just sometimes, he would glance over to her with an expression that may not be deduced. What was he thinking? What is it that made him so weird around her? Was it even Minyeol's fault? No. It certainly wasn't. There was a specific reason, a person from the past. A person Minyeol thought she knew better than anybody else. But the hint, the only hint, lied below a giant spruce tree, deeply buried in the ground and hearts of the alive and dead. The nightmare of it, the only memory actually calling out the horrific acts of, well, just everything that pushed Jungkook away. What tore him apart. The same thing should crush her, but it wasn't the time. Fate didn't want to cover up the mystery, for now. Because fate is a bitch. Hence he, Jungkook, avoided as much contact to her, as it was possible for him considering the rest of the boyband were really close friends with her. "If she only knew..." Jungkook thought. "JK, don't you want to talk to us?" Seokjin pleadingly asked. But 'JK' or better Jungkook just ignored him. He hoped that Seokjin would give up, so he could mind his own business again. "Hello? Earth to Jungkook?" Now Jimin tried to get his attention, snapping with his fingers in front of his face. "Jungkook..." Seokjin began, looking at him intensely. If looks could kill, Seokjin would've just committed a murder. But the younger still did not care. "Jeon Jungkook!" the elder raised his voice. That's it. Every time Seokjin would call him with his full name something was up. The only thing is that this something had happened every time Minyeol was over. But the string of Seokjin's patience and acceptance of Jungkook being like this has been cut in this very moment. "Why?! Why do you always do this?! Why don't you talk when Minyeol is around??? What is your problem?!?" Seokjin yelled. "She doesn't know..." Jungkook mumbled. "Huh?" Hoseok didn't quite understand. "Sh- She doesn't know..." the younger replied stuttering. "What don't I know?" Minyeol asked in confusion trying to make eye contact with him. "You just don't know!" Jungkook's voice cracked. "And I don't want to put the burden of knowing on you," he added in his thoughts.
And so the adult became a child and ran out whining and had one flashing image on his mind. A rose. Only a rose. The rose stands for the love of Lee, that left his life. Sera. A red goodbye. Her universe drained in red, the blood of her own. Without her Lee's turned black and white. She was like a drug for him. Sera was the cause of his euphoria. His daughter's smile and happiness was the one and only thing that would colour the pale pages in his life like it was a colouring book of a child in kindergarten.
But the rose would bloom today, tomorrow, every year again. An entrance, mentally, to the universe of red. Where all the lost souls play the cursed chess game for eternity.
Back then the full moon hung on the pitch-black sky. Blood dripping off the leaves, nurturing the living of the dead. Gleaming so beautifully, but still so disturbing for Jungkook. Death had swallowed, opening the gates for the queen of hatred and love, leaving only one left. A black hole leaving nothing but sadness. A person Jungkook never wanted to meet again. But there he was. The person that had filled in the rough contours alone for such a long time. Which wasn't enough. Lee wanted to leave, but couldn't leave for her sake.
"Am I blind? No. There isn't any light. How could there be? When the father's heart is a rock that no pickaxe can crush?"
Oh Lord, how wrong he was. "Did I fuck up? Why am I so scared to make a mistake? What is my problem? Why do I feel this way? I am telling myself a lie to stay away from her... For so long I've done this... Why did I have to meet this girl again? Fate is such a bitch. Fame and everything I've achieved as the Maknae of BTS, and then this... BTS needs a break, I need a break...This is such a hard pill to swallow... Why, just why? Nothing is ever going to be truly perfect, is it?" These and so many other questions he asked himself. Uncountable. Did he really fuck up with just one sentence? Or was his fear fooling him? Trapped in his own mind he lost the track of time, curled up in his bed, basically overthinking. Eventually, he even cried. He didn't know how late it was when he fell asleep. 

Was it really that complicated? Or better do I, the narrator even truly understand his feelings? Not to break the fourth wall, but why do narrators always have to know and understand everything? You must know Jungkook is when it comes to her really difficult to understand and portray. He's having a really hard time. Especially because this emotional mess he is, he can't show to his fans the ARMY. He always has to smile, work hard, and perform perfectly. No break. Not anything. The thing is, being used to covering all his negative feelings and putting on a mask, lead to him not even telling his Hyungs about some stuff. Poor boy. JK's pressuring himself with so much. It's okay to make a mistake.

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