One day I asked the sea

If it feels lonely

But it replied "No!"

"Why will I, when this is my home?"

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CHAT

17th May, 2022

You:
YOU TOLD MOM MY HOUSE CODE?!
Sent 5:05 pm

baby Noah:
Ummm... Yeah?
Recieved 5:06 pm

You:
WHY?!
Sent 5:06 pm

baby Noah:
SO WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME DO, WOMAN? Do you want me to say 'sorry ma'am, I can't tell you your OWN daughter's house code cause it's personal' to our mother?
Recieved 5:06 pm

You:
Manners, Noah.
Sent 5:06 pm

You:
Brat.
Sent 5:06 pm

You:
You don't know what you've done
Sent 5:06 pm

baby Noah:
It had to be me or you. Bye, later. I've got an online lecture in five. Good luck with hell 😘
Love you sis
Received 5:06 pm

Your nose flared as you threw your phone on the couch next to you, biting your lip. Your mother was in the bathroom, currently. She hadn't smiled to you once or rather she hadn't smiled once ever since she entered your apartment. Except for that one time. That one time when your boyfriend had bowed to your mother out of respect, even though he very well knew she was unaware of the traditions.

He'd given his signature famous smile to her, introducing himself briefly as nothing but Jeon Jungkook. He'd then said that he'll see her later and turned around once she couldn't see him, giving a trustworthy smile to you, a little bit of encouragement evident that he was trying to pass on to you.

Your mother had smiled to him; even though you knew that she was cursing at you for everything that had happened, she'd smiled to him even if the trouble was because of him. She wasn't inhuman - oh she so wasn't. She was elegant and classy, a pretty, beautiful woman with etiquettes of gold. That's what she wanted you to be. She wanted you to be better than her, smarter than her. But you being you, wanted to show her that you are so much a different person all your life.

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18 May, 2022
9:47 am

As soon as you heard footsteps your head whipped towards the sound, smiling nervously at the person who had walked up to you. "Nice house, you've got here." She said and you smiled warmly. "Thanks mom" She walked around before sitting on a chair in front of you. "How are you?" You initiated the conversation and your mother snickered.

"I am fine. How are you?" She asked and you gulped, shrugging. "I'm okay" you said and she let out a laughter. "Okay?" She asked. You bit your lip again out of nervousness. "My daughter is all over the Internet" she said and you shut your eyes, for you were already worried that the matter would definitely open, and it did. "What are you doing these days, Y/N" she asked again and you sighed.

"I'm sorry, mom. Things went the wrong way and I-" she stopped you, speaking up. "I don't want an explanation, darling" she frowned. "All your life you keep wasting your time on trying to prove yourself innocent to me. Why?" She asked and your shoulder dipped low, under confidence evident. "Mom, I know you're angry, please don't scare me like this. If you have something to say, then please say it clearly" you said and she looked at you painfully.

"You want me to say it clearly?" She asked in a small voice and you nodded. "I have nothing to say, baby" she said and you looked down. "Mom, please" you pleaded, face scrunching. "What? What am I supposed to say?" She asked again and you shut your eyes. "I just have one thing to ask." She continued. "When will you start involving me in your life? I don't want to be nosy, but it just feels so left out. It's like there's no one for me and I just have to survive through life" she said, tugging on her own hair.

"Never did I imagine my own daughter to be on screens, on media, everywhere. Do you realize the risk you've put to yourself? Do you realize what you've done?" She cried out, her form visibly looking shrunk and weakened.

"When will you ever learn, Y/N?"

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9:23 pm

A few hours later and you sat there, in front of your mirror looking at your reflection. Your hair were sprawled, eyes red, face swollen. You hated yourself like this. One thing you didn't like was appearing weak. No matter how many people knew you were a fluff all who loves to be pampered, you didn't want to look weak. And you were looking weak at the moment.

You sat there, cross-legged, eye to eye with yourself as the tears stared to fill in your orbs but you didn't let them slide, making your eyes watery and blurred. Your phone buzzed and you looked down at your lap, a new message by someone. You did not bother to check it, however you were more interested to check the message your Jeon had sent you a few hours ago.

It was an image, which was not yet downloaded. You tried downloading it but before you could see it, you sniffled once more and the tears blurred your vision, making you groan. You wiped them quickly and brought the screen closer to your weak eyes, looking at the photo. It was a painting. It was an abstract art of a girl, a woman, painted in only white and black. It had some significance, you guessed. Just that right now you didn't have the time to think about it because your brain hurt.

As if brainwaves passed, the door to your room fell open and there stood Jungkook and his tall form, looking at your small, self on the ground in front of the wall length mirror. "Oh... Hey..." You said, standing up immediately as your long hair brushed your hands, and you walked to the side of your bed, randomly arranging things to look as if you weren't balling your eyes out for the past fifteen minutes. "Where's your mom?" He asked and you shook your head..

"She went out to... Buy medicines" you told him and he nodded, closing the door. "What's wrong, Y/N?" He asked and you gave a small smile, shaking your head again. "Nothing is!" You said, looking very convincing to yourself. "Look at your face" he said in a small, concerned tone as he walked to you. You tried your best not to look at him, eyes wavering. "Let's get you some sleep, then" he announced, taking off his jacket and switching off the lights.

"I don't t-think you should stay" you mumbled and he sighed. "I'll leave after warming you up" he told you and you thankfully breathed out. Damn, thank god he's my boyfriend. "Come on" he said, plopping himself on the bed and you crawled next to him. The two of you laid down as he pushed your hair to the side, pecking the back of your neck. "Baby, please don't cry" he whispered and you nodded. You searched for his hand and pulled it towards yourself making his body shift towards you more.

"What's with this sleeve?" You asked in a chocked voice, observing the brown stain on the sleeve of his his clad white full tee. "I have a girlfriend, you know?" He started and you shyly smiled. "Apparently she wears my shirts more than hers, and one day while stuffing melted chocolate in her mouth, she dropped some on it's sleeve." He paused, muffling his face in her neck. "She even washed it from water but no use. And now she's acting oblivious about it" he completed and you bit your lip, caught in the act.

"Sorry" your tiny voice came out like a mouse and Jungkook laughed as you played with his fingers. "What was that picture about?" You asked and his eyebrows raised even though you couldn't see it. "You're so talkative, don't wanna sleep?" He asked but you didn't reply. "That picture was an art I made. I'll tell you more about it later. Be a good girl now, close your eyes and sleep" he hushed you.

"It was beautiful" you said and he smiled. "Thank you" he murmured and you kept mumbling incoherent stories as you fell asleep. Once you were in a deep dream, Jungkook stood up after removing himself from your grasp. He put the sheets on you comfortably before his thoughts clouded his mind while looking at your peaceful face covered with your messy hair. Is it true, everything you write in your journal? He thought. Yes, he'd read your journal secretly. Not on purpose, of course. Accidentally had he read it.

But he got a shock of his life when the dates on the journal, were years ahead of now.
And it didn't seem like a mistake.

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