What The Future Held | Jungkook & Reader | Chapter 2 |
Chapter 2
It was the next day. The fresh breeze blew past his face. Jungkook opened his eyes. He was laying on the bench on his balcony.
Somehow, this wasn’t a surprise to him, but a mere moment of feeling disheartened. He knew exactly why he had ended up there.
On the floor, his eyes spotted two dry and dark red spots. Next to that was his shirt. It had a large stain of dark red as well. He sighed heavily and forced himself off the bench.
As soon as he walked inside his studio, his doorbell rang. Jungkook looked at the door tiredly. Who could possibly be visiting him so early in the morning?
He trudged towards it and opened it. Standing there was one of his friends that came to see him often. Even if he had his entire day planned, Park Jimin was someone that would never mind visiting Jungkook.
Park Jimin wore a large smile on his face from the moment Jungkook opened the door. Every time Jimin stopped by Jungkook’s studio, all he asked for was for Jungkook to be alive. For his friends and him, Jungkook had always been someone to look after. They knew that since they were younger, Jungkook had had the worst childhood out of all of them. His depression had seemed to ascend as the years went by. Even if they insisted for Jungkook to live with them in an apartment, he always refused to.
“Do you know what time it is, Jimin-shi?” Jungkook asked rubbing his face exhausted. Nonetheless, Jimin held up his smile.
“I’m well aware of what time it is, Jungkook.” He said cheerfully and wide awake.
“Aish. Never mind. Come in.” Jungkook said stepping aside for a happy Jimin to walk in.
“Why didn’t you pick up your phone? I have been calling you since last night.” Jimin said sitting down on one of Jungkook’s bean bags.
Jungkook sighed and walked to his kitchen. He didn’t even know where his cell phone was. It was more than likely dead in a corner of his apartment.
“Jungkook-ah?” Jimin called him again.
“I think the battery died.” He answered Jimin while tossing him a drink.
Jimin caught the drink as Jungkook rounded his way to his small living space. As he sat down on the floor, Jimin noticed Jungkook’s face. He looked tired and drained.
What did he do last night? Jimin wondered to himself.
“Jungkook-ah, have any of the guys called you?” Jimin asked breaking the silence that had followed.
“I don’t know.” Jungkook said with a sigh. “I don’t know where my phone is.”
“Yeah. By the looks of it, you don’t even know what day it is tomorrow.” Jimin said taking a big gulp from his drink.
Jungkook frowned at him a little puzzled.
“What do you mean?” He asked Jimin placing his drink slowly on the floor. Jimin smirked at him.
“Tomorrow we go out, my friend!” Jimin said raising up his drink.
“What?” Jungkook said baffled. He didn’t remember making plans…
“Oh don’t even start, Jungkook-ah. You promised at Seokjin hyung’s graduation that we would all go out and celebrate.”
That’s when Jungkook remembered.
Fuck. Jungkook thought focusing intensely on the floor.
All his friends had made him promise that they would all go out and celebrate Jin’s graduation. Of course, he didn’t really have a choice since it was his hyung’s graduation celebration. Although he felt happy for Seokjin, Jungkook knew from the bottom of his heart that celebrating anything was the last thing he wanted to do. No matter whose celebration it was, he didn’t want to go out. He wanted to close his curtains, lay on his bed and slowly let himself sink in the center of it without any disturbance or visits. Only the silent sounds of his slow breathing. Only the solemn silence of his sorrow.
Jungkook was so far away with his thoughts that it took him about two minutes to notice Jimin’s small hand waving in front of his face.
“Hello? Jungkook-ah? Wake up.” He said moving his hand faster. Jungkook snapped out of his trance and stood up from his seat.
“You’re not thinking of something to bail, are you?” Jimin asked following Jungkook into the kitchen.
Jungkook threw his drink in the trash and ran an anxious hand through his dark hair. Jimin watched Jungkook’s obvious body language. His hands flexed and his fingers twitched once in a while. He constantly bit his lip and his eyes wouldn’t remain still. They would flicker on every item in the kitchen every two seconds.
Jimin had been friends with Jungkook for a very long time. He knew about his problems and the biggest hurdle that Jungkook would ever face had hit him at such a young age. Of course, he didn’t expect for Jungkook to ever fully heal, because there was no way on Earth anyone could ever heal of such a thing, but he expected him to at least try to do something for himself; his mother would have wanted it like that, but to Jungkook, there was nothing. Nothing that could motivate him to do something for himself. His greatest motivation had been taken away and there was nothing or anybody that could ever fill up that hole that was wide open even then.
“Jungkook-ah, what’s wrong?” Jimin asked bravely. He knew once he stepped into that vastly sensible zone, there was no turning back.
Jungkook didn’t answer him. His eyes dragged from the kitchen cabinets all the way to Jimin’s eyes. In his eyes, Jimin could see everything. The exhaustion. Not physically—no—this was emotional and spiritual exhaustion. Jungkook was tired of coping. He didn’t want to hold on anymore. In a span of seconds, Jungkook looked away sharply from their gaze and blinked a couple of times. He clenched his jaw tightly.
“Jimin, I think it’s time for you to leave.” He said flatly before strolling past Jimin.
Jimin wanted to keep asking him questions. He wanted to know how he could help his friend, but even him himself knew that it would be pointless. Once Jungkook ended the conversation, it was literally over.
Jimin walked to the door and glanced at the direction his friend had walk towards. The door to his balcony was open. With that simple action, Jimin knew that that was Jungkook’s loudest non-verbal way of saying goodbye. With a heavy heart, Jimin softly made it out the door. The click of the closing door echoed through the quiet studio with a despondency vibe that seemed to grow even more hefty when it was Jungkook and his sorrowful thoughts alone.
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