My Viewpoint || J.JK ✓

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^ that's the verandah.^

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The night looks beautiful. Everytime, it looks so different, so unique, so unpredictable. It might be clouded one moment, but the next moment, you see the moonlight lighting up your path.

"You know, the sky is a large ornament, with precious gems called stars studded beautifully on it and the moonlight works wonders by shining its own light and glowing in grace."

This was a part of the memory of a long time, when Taehyung and me would sit on the verandah (sneaking from his parents) and stargaze till sleep took over. Though it hurt, I couldn't help but reminisce those great times; when life wasn't very lonely.

I sigh, relaxing myself on the grill of the balcony gazing into the empty silent streets around. The exact opposite scene could be witnessed right now inside the club, where people were bopping to the shifting music; sometimes upbeat, sometimes slow. But mostly, the couples could be seeing swaying to the soothing beats.

Unknowingly I was humming a familiar song, while my fingers drummed on the grill. It was serene. I could still feel the alcoholic breath of my mouth, making me realise the amount of wine I had consumed.

Contemplating whether I should go for a lemon juice or not, I finally decided to take a shot. Squeezing myself between the crowd going crazy (and horny too) over the song- Pillowtalk, I managed to grab a waiter ; luckily having a glass of lemonwater and wandered off back to the verandah.

But this time, I had company...of someone who wasn't really taking shits from the person over the phone. The very calm, always smiling, always happy Jungkook (into which he was transformed by Jinae), was really, really pissed off. More than he was ever with me. His back was facing me as he banged the grill of the window with his bare hands, shouting hysterics and hurling curses which even I hadn't known.

"I have already told you not to call me ever again. Does it take another million dollar for you to get that fucking shit into your head?" Jungkook barked over the phone. He didn't even notice my presence as I stood not so far from him, sucking the lemon juice with a straw while witnessing the melodramatic scene he was potraying.

"No. Don't you dare say that. No. You were dead for me the day you let him go on his own." He gritted through his teeth, his jaw clenched.

"He could've have lived."

"He had the will to live. Mark could live. You didn't let him. Your selfish goals didn't let him. You killed your son, my actual brother, just for another motherfucker brother, born because the gold digger, who is my so-called mother." He growled. I could make out one thing for sure- he was talking to his dad. And this clearly shows his pure hatred to the ol' Mr. Jeon. His smiles hide his inner pain. He sure needs to work on loving his fam.

"I'm hanging up. I'm tired of the same shit you keep saying." He concluded and was about to hang up when his dad on the other side barked so loud, that even I could make out what he said.

"This is all because of that girl you roam about like a sick puppy. Use your fucking brain and try to understand my viewpoint." And that was the end of the call, since Jungkook  had thrown it across the verandah breaking the costly phone.

Jungkook was breathing heavily. His hands gripped tight onto the metal grill. I removed the straw from my glass and extended the shot to him.

"Here. It cools your mind." Taken off-guard, he flinched at my voice but regained his composure soon. His forehead etched a frown creasing his temples and his jawline protruded out  under moonlight, his cheekbones highlighted well under the night sky and his hairs disheveled; all this added up to his ethereal self, making me gawk at him openly. He looked too hot and beautiful when he is fucked up.