Description: A oneshot story where Jungkook reminisces all those memories he had when he was with Taehyung.
Character Description:
Jeon Jungkook-20 years old
Kim Taehyung-22 years old
NOTE: This will be in FIRST POV (Jungkook's POV).
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I wonder a lot of things in life.
Maybe because I was more curious about the living in this unfair world rather than thinking about easy death. I didn't like the thought of it, I despised it so much.
There were a lot to do as I was in here. Did I exist because I serve an actual purpose I have not found? I thought again and again.
I stood up from my seat, looking away from my already crumpled paper. Was my purpose to be sad but not die at an early age at all? A sigh escaped my pale, thin lips.
I did not want to die. No, not all. But, it felt like at the same time, my soul died and my body's still here — healthy and alive.
Maybe because he — Kim Taehyung — was my purpose. Maybe, I did find my purpose, but why did it end so fast?
It was like only a year or two, yet we already parted ways. There were so many things to remember from — those beautiful and precious memories but also the ugly and meaningless ones.
If he was the purpose, then why did we leave each other?
Was it beause I was an orphan? A child inside who was wanting to have a family ever since. I pour my damn not so hot tea on my mug as I gave a thought of Taehyung.
I hated death because of him. No, he was not dead, but I didn't know where he is right now.
I hated it because he showed me more than just that. Life was something adventurous, busy, and short.
Taehyung was just a boy who used to visit the orphanage every Saturday. (Well, he tried to.) He was always with his mother. I would say she was the person you should look up to.
I smiled a little when his mother came into my mind. She would come and see me all alone in one corner because I was the oldest one. But, what was so wrong with being the oldest?
Most of the kids in the orphanage was six to ten years old. They were all friends of one another and I am just that loner who did not have anyone of my age.
But, Taehyung's mother was there to give me company. As I was an orphan, I was only homeschooled. So, she helped me read and learn more than just that.
My homeschooling was only with the help of a lady who worked there, so she did not have much knowledge as well. So, I was very grateful for her that she did not let my education just drop out like that.
There was one time that she did not visit us with Taehyung. I was sadder than ever, she was not with me. She was the only one I could talk to even if it was rare that I would open my mouth.
I sipped my cold tea. Shit, these thoughts are messing up with my schedule again.
Although, I can't help it. Whenever I thought about that day, Taehyung approached me. Yes, when I thought I would be lonely on that Saturday, he was there to side with me on the couch I always sit on whenever they go at the orphanage.
That was the first time we met personally. I only saw him afar before, but it was so much better when he talked to me.
I took a friendly liking of him. I preferred him now over his mother even when she came with him. I chuckled at my silly old self.
That did not stop there. I found out that Taehyung was a great artist, straight-A student, and the student body president of his school. I admired that kind of man, it was like he was everything everyone wanted.
