The words left me in awe, taken aback. I breathed heavy in surprise. I was left gaping and stuttering. "W-What do do you mean Jungkook?" I twiddled my thumbs. He hung his head and coughed nervously. "Uh uhm I'm sorry. That was really direct, I- I'm sorry." he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. I starred at him in awe. He was really handsome. Like, really handsome. He had soft tint on his cheeks, with a big smile, a mole showing on his collar. His features were beautiful. "Jimin-ah, did you hear me?" his eyes growing with a doe expression. "Oh I'm sorry, say it again."
"Can I draw you?"
My heart began thumping in my chest. Me? why me? "Me?" I said so surprised. "I- I don't know Jungkook. I'm not very pleasing to the eyes." I pushed my glasses up, and tugged my sleeves lightly. He looked at me, mouth agape. He thought hard for a moment. He grabbed my hand in his, causing me to me to gasp.
"Jimin, you're beautiful."
He said it so clear. So sincere. My heart began racing, I felt blush spread across my cheeks. Jungkook's hands were so much larger to mine. They were just chubby and short. His thumb pad rubbed my hand softly. "Okay, Jungkook-ah." "Let's meet tonight, the park. 7 o'clock. Bring your beauty." he smiled and my heart raced faster. He stood abruptly, grabbing his bag. His fingers slowly pulled from mine, a smile laced on his lips. "Wait- Wait-" but he already rushed away, too far for me to catch up. I sighed, feeling content. 'I just wanted your number.'
I rushed home, I wanted to look good for him. He was so beautiful. I was scared of liking someone more than a friend, but he was making it hard. I looked for the best clothing I could find.
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I wanted to be warm because the weather seemed to be dropping every minute, but I thought I looked decent. Grandma stopped me and told me she would work tonight, and I kissed her goodbye. I made sure to lock up, and I began my walk to the park. The cold air kissed my skin throughout the short walk. The trees shook and shivered as my warm breaths left small puffs of air. I sat in the same spot we sat before, and when I sat it was 6:50 pm. Jungkook was nowhere in sight.
7 o'clock came, and no Jungkook.
7:10 came, and no Jungkook.
'he's just late'
7:30, no Jungkook.
'he'll be here'
8:00 Pm. No, Jungkook.
'he wouldn't stand me up'
9 pm, no Jungkook.
and I began to cry.
"you're just like the rest," I breathed heavily, and I felt sobs erupting. I laid on my back, and let the empty night sky fill my eyes. The stars were nowhere in sight, and it was as if the stars weren't aligned for me tonight. Papa always said if all was right, the stars would align for me, but I guess Jungkook wasn't in my present or future. I gathered myself, tugging at my jacket. There was now a fog forming and the cold was intense. As I stood, I heard the rev of an engine. I began trudging to the entrance of the park, head hung low. I still felt tears in my eyes, welling up again. They threatened to spill. I heard the screech of tires and panting coming towards me. Snow now falling on my shoulders, I meet two dark eyes. A tall boy, his tear stained cheeks and bruised knuckles took my breath away. He came to me quickly, I didn't even have time to process. He pulled me into a tight hug.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Jimin-ah"
Jungkook POV
The clock read 6:45 pm, and I slung my backpack over my shoulder. I packed pencils and my sketchbook. I adjusted my beanie as I walked downstairs and there he sat. Disgusting. Beer bottles littered the floor around him. I could smell the liquor to the point of tasting it. A broken vodka glass lay scattered on our floor. In front of him, the broken coffee table. It has been broken for months, when we got too physical and he broke my ribs. Bastard never got a new one. I wanted to grab money to grab myself and Jimin dinner, so I went digging for his wallet. It sat on the counter. I fished out all the cash, maybe 100 dollars, and started stuffing it in my pockets. The smell of alcohol was now breathing down my neck.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he grabbed my backpack, pulling me to the floor. "Dad, stop!" I yelled. He now sat on my torso, his hands reaching for my neck, I struggled holding him off as best I could. "Stealing from me? FROM ME! How could you, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" he spat. He won the struggle, squeezing as hard as he could. My heart was racing, but I could find myself falling out of consciousness. I was gasping for air, praying for savior. I held on, I needed to get to Jimin. He can't think I'm leaving him. My thoughts were bombarded with screams of "YOU'RE THE REASON SHE IS GONE, SHE LEFT ME BECAUSE OF YOU." and I felt tears gush. I missed her so much, momma never would have let this happen. He slammed me into the floor. "You'll pay for this every day of your pathetic life", punch. Kick. punch. Kick. I was losing energy, but a certain someone's smile played in my mind. I had to get up. I needed to get up. I felt the blood in my veins rush as I gained strength to push him away. I pulled us to our feet, pushing him into the wall. Picture frames fell from our hallway. He kicked at my legs, and I threw a punch. Right into his jaw, and he spat blood on me. I punched him again. And again. He knocked out, falling to his knees. His lips busted, cheek bruised, eyebrow cut. "I-I'm sorry papa", I cried. I hated this. I hated putting up a fight with him. I stole his whole wallet, throwing his I.D beside him. He seemed so peaceful like this. I hope in the morning he will be sober and won't be home.
I locked the door and jumped on my motorcycle. So much time had past. It was 8:59. Two hours. I'm going to be two hours late. I hope to god he is still there. How terrible that may seem, I needed him right now. I needed to see his beautiful smile. I needed to see his chubby fingers. I needed to see his cheeks tint with red blush. I speed so fast. My shirt came up as I ran the last red light. I didn't even turn off my bike when I reached the park. I jumped down, running to the gate. Snow began to fall on my shoulders, and I shivered in the freezing air. My tear stained cheeks felt sticky against my skin. There he was, his tearful eyes on the brim of spilling. His hands holding onto each other as he shivered. I heard a light sob escape his lips. He looked so sad but so beautiful. I embraced him tightly. I pressed him into my chest. This poor boy, his touch was freezing. He felt of ice, and it pained me that he waited, but I was also oh so glad to see the beautiful boy.
