blind beauty ✔️

열 여섯

Love is a series of never ending sacrifices. It is a will that people oddly find hard to achieve. It is that four letter word word that no matter how hard we try, we could never seem to understand nor describe the feeling of being in love, that even with every word combined, love could never be described.

For love is good, but partly, it is evil. That's why love is meant only for the strong ones, only for the ones capable of enduring the pain, the ones who's able to see the good in everything despite the griefs. Because to love requires the extreme desire to love eternally, no matter the pain and sorrow it'll bring.

Love is dangerous, I know.

That's why I'm taking the risk and foresake my heart, completely aware of its unpleasant aftermaths.

To be truthfully honest, I've never been in love before, more importantly to a guy. I've liked many in the past but none of them could compete what I feel for that human-sized bunny, even youngji whom I've liked for years.

Jungkook, he's different.

There's something about him that just want me to draw myself closer to him as if I'd die without seeing a glimpse of his cute bunny smile, or the sparkle in his eyes whenever he hears something that sparks his interest, or how he adores my father so much for being such amazing artist.

no girl has ever made me feel all those things before.

I usually don't care about the people around me. I used to be that reckless kid on the block, son of two legends in the music industry. Park Jimin, the troublemaker and the prodigal son, that rude boy whom everybody hates at the same time fears of.

My life pretty much revolved around beating people and getting whatever I want. In short, I was a bully and a spoiled brat.

and I never really cared hearing those words.

But after meeting him, I found myself not wanting to be called by all those names, no longer liking the idea of being called a delinquent or the thought of embrassing my parents' name.

After meeting Jeon Jungkook,

I found myself caring.

Suddenly, I don't wanna be that rude kid that everybody likes, or that troublemaker that only causes chaos everywhere he goes, that kid who beats people up for fun, or even that boy in school who's got the lowest grades in class.

I don't wanna be those things anymore. I was never the one to regret my actions, always goes by the motto "You only live once" and never caring about the results of my reckless actions,

yet I'm regretting almost everything as I sat on the other end of the see-saw, staring at the only person who could make my heart pound this hard without even doing anything, the one capable of making me nervous without even speaking a word.

"Jungkook-ah," I called.

He looked up, brows slightly creased as he stared in my direction. "Y-yes, hyung?" he asked, his voice like a melody to my ears.

"Wanna run away with me?" I smiled, in which his eyes widened as the calm look on his face earlier was now replaced with shock, making me chuckle at how adorable he looked.

"W-what?"

"Will you run away with me, Jungkook?" I repeated, slowly getting off the see-saw so he wouldn't drop down the ground agressively. He held on to the holder tighter, afraid that he might fall.

"And..where w-would you take me, hyung?" He asked shyly, his head hang low.

A smile slowly made its way to my lips as I walked towards him, claiming his hands and leading him towards the ice cream vendor. "Anywhere you'd like." I answered, enjoying the warmth that his touch has brought.

"Good afternoon young lads." The vendor greeted with a smile in which I returned. "What flavors could I get you?" He asked, putting on his gloves as he grabbed a sugar cone.

I glanced at jungkook, only to see his brows creased in confusion, probably because of the unfamiliar voice. Squeezing his hand, I whispered, "We're in front of an ice cream truck, which flavor would you like?"

He nodded, finally getting the situation. "I...I'd like vanilla please.." He gently smiled, slowly hiding behind my back.

"...and chocolate for me." I added, earning a nod from the vendor as he scooped our orders.

I payed for the ice creams and dragged jungkook towards a nearby bench, gently pushing him down to sit which he obediently oblidged, thanking me for the ice cream, his cheeks turning red which I oddly find adorable.

I sat beside him, eyes locked on him as he ate his vanilla, a certain feeling creeping in the pit of my stomach as I watch him, the smile on my face faltering, completely aware that his hand is still locked with mine.

But why do I feel unhappy?

Why do I feel like we're running out of time?

It's like I'm holding on to his hand for the last time, seeing his smile—seeing him just only made me nervous for some odd reason. I know he's uncomfortable yet I don't want to let his hand go, because i feel like if i do, he'd completely vanish out of sight, that he'd be completely gone.

Suddenly, I wanna be selfish.

just for today,

be selfish for the last time,

"Jungkook-ah?"

"Y-yes h-hyung?" He asked, face a combination of confusion and interest as he stopped eating and just waited for me to speak.

I stood up from my seat, dragging him along with me as I followed the most stupidest idea my mind could think of. It's idiotic and plain bullshit but something urged inside me to do this, like if i don't, i would regret it forever.

"W-where are we going h-hyung?" He asked once we settled in suho's car, which gave me a hard time persuading suho to lend me his precious bugatti, by the way.

I gave him a small smile before starting the engine, once again intertwining his hand onto mine, giving it a little squeeze.

"To the city,"