Your Eyes Tell [18+] {Completed}

7-Diary

Jungkook had tried his best to clean the blood, but the gasps escaping Jimin's mouth a little made him smile to himself a little. The blood was little followed by food which he had munched away before. Some white mucus came dripping and he held them on his palm. He dragged himself a little to his side, so he could kneel with his legs still held by the rope, as he picked up the cloth with which he had given a hot press to Jimin the preceding night. He started to clean the mess, just as Jimin came rushing with a kitchen towel that little was left of the cleansed area.

"Blood-d-d-d?"

Jungkook half grinned but he didn't meet Jimin's gaze. After all, what Jimin said was already squeezing his heart.

"College...We need to go.", said Jungkook as he sat on the bed after Jimin untied his leg and made him lie down. Jimin had tears on his face after he had stormed his fury out at him, but Jungkook couldn't complain. After all, he couldn't be a man. He hadn't been a man when he watched the deadly scene. He had watched it didn't he?

"I am skipping class.", his slow voice convinced himself rather than Jungkook who was lying on the bed, his voice croaking after the vomit, the feeling of nausea creeping up his esophagus. But Jungkook disagreed. Despite the rising pain in his tummy, he looked at Jimin-

"Hey, I am going to college...and you are coming"

Nothing more was said but curses by Jimin as Jungkook dressed him. When Jimin flinched a little after he touched him with a shirt, Jungkook felt miserable and he no longer fastened the tie for him or wrapped the belt around his waistband. Instead, he left it for him there, and he turned around to walk into his room with an excuse which was so much of an excuse indeed.
"I gotta shower and dress"

It would have been better if Jimin hadn't said that. Just as Jungkook collected the towel and shampoo from the drawer, his voice echoed from the back,

"Wash yourself in mind rather than in body."

Jungkook felt air dodging his ears.

He just cleared his throat and got into the bathroom. Inside he was lying in the bathtub, crying throughout when the water fell on his nude knees, belly button, and his arms. The depression soaked him, squeezing his heart and depriving him of the small smile of his grandma, the voice of her, and now, the love of his life betraying him of happiness.

He felt as if he didn't deserve it. Contentment wasn't his.

The depression grabbed his heart and played soccer with it.

For a second, his vision searched the bathroom for a razor.

To just cut himself open.

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"Why were both of you absent for prom?"

Both didn't have an answer. Silence followed. The class became pin-drop silence after quite some while, and it would be even worse to say that they were cackling just seconds before when she had cracked a joke on the nerd of our class, Ohio saying, "I hope you eat a clock if you are bored, it's pretty time-consuming."

"Can't you hear me?", asked her voice louder. Mrs. Tessa wasn't taking it as a joke now. She was dead serious which was clearly shown by her crossed arms and aching glares, who were tired of getting angry after years of panic attacks; both contributed from class and her hard husband.

Jungkook began to talk.

"I wasn't feeling well."

Jimin nodded when Mrs. Tessa inquired him of the truth. Jimin had his hoodie pulled up again, his face hidden inside and his hands continuously touching his pants in fear and of course, in unforgettable memories. He was scared of someone popping out right then, and finally getting onto his claws.