It was raining heavily that day and a petite male was getting scolded badly in a cafe where he works or maybe where he used to work.
" i got a call from mr. kim, he said that what happened to their Espresso today?"
the owner of the cafe mr. yim said in a deadly low voice.
"DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT WHO HE IS?!"
yelled at the sobbing boy.
The high pitched scream made jungkook flinch,
but does someone cares about it? No.
Does someone cares about him? No.
nobody does.
what they care about is their own good,
their own facilities and benefits.
nobody likes to help anyone unless they're getting something in return.
Bitter, but Truth.
well it's not like he wants their sympathy or pity the boy just wants to be loved.
"i- i kn-know him"
the brunette replied after calming down a little
just a little.
mr.yim scoffed
"i- i just had a nigh-nightmare last night
th-thats why i couldn't s-sleep and-"
"I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR PATHETIC NIGHTMARES, JUST FUCKING GET LOST FROM MY SHOP!"
from now he was sobbing badly and a little too loud.
nobody cares right?
Nobody cares that the boy had a nightmare last night about his father beating him when he found out that he's gay
nobody cares
But what was his fault in it? it wasn't his fault that he turns out to be gay, right?
It wasn't his fault that he got a nightmare and couldn't sleep all night that's why the coffee wasn't good as usual
but who will listen to him?
No one because they are not getting anything from it.
"i'm sorry p-please give me a last ch-chance, it'll not h-happen again b-but please don't fire me"
he hates his own self that he can't defend himself
it's like someone snatched his voice
he can't speak anything except sorry
but that's what poor ones are used to say right?
"hah- so pathetic you are, still asking for another chance"
"you know that its not the first time"
yes it's not the first time he has gotten nightmares and then the coffee has gotten ruined.
"but no, it's about mr. kim this time
You can take your leave from here now before i say something more"
The boy was getting more and more insecure from passing second to seconds
"You're fired"
Jungkook had enough now
he don't want to show his weak and vulnerable side to anyone
he backed away and left the cafe.
He was just walking and walking and walking,
passing the dark alleys
The thunders were getting louder and louder
and so was his cries.
somehow he reached his home
No. he can't call it home
it doesn't feels like one to him
it's just a small one bedroom apartment
He bought it from the money his mother gave him sneakily, without letting his father know.
His father wasn't like this from the starting,
but that night 3 months ago he showed his true self when he got to know his son's sexuality.
he still thinks that maybe it was just because of the sudden anger
well who knows...
it's still wasn't his fault
He entered in his cold room, guess what-
he don't have a heater to keep himself warm
not in a mood to change or take a bath but he have to cause he's completely drenched in rainwater.
after a while he came out of the bathroom and got on the bed
he doesn't have a appetite to have dinner and to be honest he's just trying to save a meal so that he'll not have to buy another one for breakfast as he have to find a job otherwise he'll not be able to pay for the rent and his own needs.
one by one tears were forming in his eyes
one droplet
two droplets
three droplets
four droplets
they weren't stopping anytime soon
the pillow was soaked in tears
All he felt was emptiness and loneliness.
"wh-why m-me" chocked on his own sob
why him?¿
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~A/N~
aww im feeling bad for jungkookie
he doesn't deserve it
but
DONT WORRYY just wait for our taehyungiee
stay tuned for chapter-2
[all credits goes to me]
- AUTHOR ZIK<3
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