jungkook has a hard time dealing with his past...then he meets taehyung....but you know, a mere boy won't fix all his problems, right?
Taehyung finds out his boyfriend's true colors in the worst way possible, but he just wants to love.....maybe that...
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Jungkook's POV:
My eyes. Two dark orbs sitting on top of white seas. I sway back and forth on the boat made of light oak following the scarlet lines leading me up and down. The water wells up on the sides and spills over, turning those white seas bloodshot and glossed.
I stop looking at myself in the mirror, because if I don't it will soon distort. I grabbed my solid black jacket and tuck my arms into the sleeves. My book bag is heavy filled with binders and books. Even though I shouldn't, I take one more look at myself in that god forsaken mirror. Who are you?
The house is always empty in the morning. Weekdays and weekends. I don't hate it anymore, but 11 year old me does. 11 year old me can't forget what the quiet means.
FLASHBACK
7:30am, 11 years old
"Mom?"
Jungkook looks around the corner of the hallway. Nothing.
"Mom?"
Jungkook shouts as he knocks on his mother's door.
He slowly opens it. The room is dim; only a small light beams through he curtains.
His mom is laying down in bed with her back turned towards him. Only her head sticks out of the covers.
"Mom? Mom it's already past 7:30! I need to be dropped off at school!" Jungkook yells a few feet away from her bed.
She doesn't even groan.
Jungkook takes a few steps forward planting his feet in front of the bed side. He places his hands on her shoulder shaking her lightly.
"Mom! Mom come on I can't be late again!"
She makes no noise and no movements.
He shakes her more vigorously.
"Mom? Mom please wake up! Mom please!"
Jungkook starts to feel his stomach raise. Something felt off. He looks around the room. Brown glass bottles are scattered across her floor. A broken cellphone lays in the middle of the room right next to an orange plastic container.
Jungkook licks his lips and picks up the container 'Oxycodone'
Two pills were left in the container.
He goes back over to his mom and turns her over on her back. "Mom can you please wake up. Mom?" He can feel tears well up in his eyes. He fears the worst. He doesn't want his stomach to drop, but it does when he sees a second container fall off the bed. Tears stream down his face and he chews on his top lips. "MOM! MOM PLEASE!" He holds his head to her chest. He's anxious that the small beat will stop completely. He doesn't know what to do. "Mom please wake up. Please i need you..."
END OF FLASHBACK
That wasn't the last time he found his mom like that.
I opened her door and saw a dark hair man laying on the floor with mother on top on him. Both passed out. I shook my head and slammed the door as hard as possible. I swore I almost broke the handle. I hate seeing her like that. I hate seeing her with them. I hate her.
I get into my car and drive peacefully to school. Low radio music plays. The sky is blue. So vibrant. I wish i was the sky.
The halls are filled with students waiting for first bells to ring. I never understood how people could laugh this early in the morning. I walk to my locker and grabbed out a black pen. I remove the cap and write on my hand 'the sweet street taste nothing like treats' I'll write it down in my notebook later.
LATER IN THE LIBRARY
I never really liked reading. My mind would always wander off. I usually have to reread the same page over and over again. So, why am I in the library? Well to eat my lunch. The librarian has a soft spot for me. It kind of humiliating to eat your lunch at school alone in front of groups of different cliques.
"Hey Mrs. Jones." I say sitting down at the short table in front on the long windows.
She gives me a nod and then goes back to her computer clicking away.
My stomach growled right before i shoved three chips into my mouth at the same time. Eating has been hard. It's hard to get up and eat. It's so hard to get up and do anything at all.
The sky still looks so blue. I feel blue. But not sky blue.
I turn backwards towards a small giggle. It surprised me because usually I'm the only one in here at this time including the librarian.
There by a large shelf sat a dark haired boy smiling into a book. The book was thin and paperback. The boys legs were pulled to his chest. He looked engulfed in his big purple hoodie. His smile got more radiant as he turned each page. How didn't I hear him come in?
My chair creeks loudly as I move to find more comfort. The boy looks over to me. He facial feature are so very soft. His skin is smooth and golden. His lips are plump and fall into a straight line. His podgy cheeks raise as he flashes me a smile.
My eyes widen. I realize I was staring at him. My stomach flutters and I turn back around quickly. What's wrong with me. I must look like a total creep. He probably thinks I'm weird. Why do I even care?
