Your Eyes Tell [18+] {Completed}

3-Past connection

Jungkook said nothing. He was being ignored a bit too much by his most awaited prom partner.

 After a shocking revelation of his still green eyes which no longer moved but remained motionless like a dead man, the entire class used to whisper behind his back. Girls found him unworthy of their expectations and he became more of a trash can than what he was already in boys' eyes.

 And he? He was more conserved than ever. He would apologize when he brushed any shoulder or slightly touch a toe. He wouldn't be as talkative as he was always-even though he spoke a sentence a day, with an exception when he spoke with Jungkook more than what he pulled back.

"The small giggles, they are no longer pursued.

How beautiful he may be, his eyes for a second made me stood.

Blue-green, shining, still and motionless.

I would wonder myself into them more or less."

Jungkook's words were poured out as he slowly wrote it on a small yellow piece of paper he had managed to tear from his Science notebook, truthfully inherited from his old brother, Jonghyun,who must be staring through the eyes of another person this very moment with a long tube at the end of which remained a circular sucker like thing, pressed against their chest. He saved lives -thousands every day suffering from the sudden pandemic of a new virus threatening China recently. The news channels were brimming with how doctors weren't having sleep for about forty hours already.

Jungkook's grandmother was excited by the ongoings at college but he found himself gloomy when his last bit of hope of hanging onto her at such a grieving time, made her dead sick. Her hospital bed had to occupy her for a week and thankfully, the good luck for him the week was the hospital had assured to be with and tend to all her needs in his absence too. But now that, Jimin was ignoring him along with the boys throwing disgusting glares at him for what was not supposedly his fault, he felt it frustrating when he would walk to Jimin purposefully wanting a pen or returning a book. No eye contact but a stern "Thank you" was made. Jungkook wouldn't remain standing there like a statue because he knew Jimin couldn't see. But instead, he would tap on the table twice after slowly making out with Jimin's fingers,

"I wanna be your Grandma's legacy."

Jimin would flinch when his fingers were taken by Jungkook's coarse strong hands which would melt when it came in contact with his. Then he would feel his fingers being dragged on the hard sandalwood of his table, making out words which Jungkook wanted to say. His heart spoke those words and Jimin found it quite rebellious to judge him .

The first time, he had dismissed it vigorously with a huff. He waited for a response from Jungkook but he just heard transient feet shuffling to the back of the class. The next three times, he said nothing but feel those long fingers take the course over his short ones, bending the index at times when a curve of "y" came or an "e" needed a cursive turn. Jimin didn't say anything even for the sixth time when he came thrice during the break repeating the exercise.

Jimin however would never pull back his hands.

He wanted to.

He wanted to read.

Not the message.

But the long scarred fingers of Jungkook.

The vivid dreams of those very same fingers tracing his belly while he moaned in pleasure made his heart race above his chest. He would feel ecstatic when such thoughts crossed his mind. Even for a moment, he would cherish the impossible thoughts.

The Impossible.

Because he didn't know whether it was sympathy.

Or Love.

Love for someone blind.

Someone who wouldn't be able to see his lover.

To give the smart, admirable, and soft-hearted Jungkook a part of his heart would mean betrayal someday when he realized he wasn't what he used to be. The day he felt his sockets empty with two white balls stuffed inside like cotton inside a hole, he felt like he had lost sight completely. Yes, it wasn't just a thought but it had happened. It had to or else the infection in his eyes would spread like a drug to all his specific internal organs destroying them inch by inch.

It left him with nothing but to face fate with two open eyes.

Which no longer opened to the light of the world.

July 13, 2014.

The day when he lost his mother in an accident, and the same day he had faced the darkness enter into him. He forgot his dad's figure and his brother's. His brother stayed with him for as long as when his girlfriend shifted to Japan. His father left home the day he lost his mother. The day he was desperate and alone, seeking help as he felt for the benches on the sidewalks, screaming at the top of his voice which barely made out the words, ".....Please.....I need.....Help-p-p-p..".

Darkness reigned through him.

Even when a young lad and his mother lifted him with a white shawl wrapped around him, and his legs covered with the lad's hands hoping he wouldn't feel cold by the midnight winter winds.

That young lad being the very own boy who needed him most, now and would always.

It was Jungkook.