"Aeonian Promise"-Jeon Jungkook ff

Six

So no one knew, alright, you can lie to them for a whole eternity but the real question was: For  how long will you be lying to yourself?

'Lying to yourself? That's idiotic' he thought.

Smiling, being happy, enjoying the wonderful bumps of life? Lies.

'Stop lying, cry. Force the tears to come out', he would tell himself

And he would cry to his heart's content when no one was looking

That is why, there he was, kneeling in front of his work that he had spent nights on

Not just work, art. His emotions, his feelings, his diary. Put in all that he was going through into a painting, no one could see the grieve behind it.

Only he could

But he ruined it

Now not only was he feeling shattered, he was also feeling stressed. He had promised Iseul that he'd submit the painting the next day

She had counted on him, strings of gratitude flowing out her mouth with the sweetest smile she could muster

He was not ready to face the frustration and disappointment she'd feel when he showed her what he had done to their project

"Stupid, stupid, stupid" he sniffed, rubbing his palms all over his face in devastation

"I'm an idiot, total idiot" he stood up quickly, pulling his chair back

he began to assemble all that he had worked nights on, wiping the scarlet paint that he had accidently tipped over.

The tissue was soon covered in red, not being able to wipe it all away

"God.." letting go of the paint, he furiously started to pick up the papers and other utensils scattered across the floor

"Stupid" he chuckled, a crooked smile appeared on his face. It made him feel so good, so damn good

He hated it, but he loved it

Degrading himself felt good. And Jungkook knew,

He was a fuck up

He needed some time to think and so he stood up in a hurry, carrying his jacket on the way out as he sneakily shut the main door as to not wake his mother

The door clicked and he heaved a sigh, fumbling with the spare keys in his pockets. The temperature difference made him shiver and grin, the cold felt welcoming

He took the bliss in, closing his eyes with a smile

Her eyes shot open, only to be greeted with the plain white ceiling she plainly stared at every night when sleep would give up on her

The corners of her eye stung with lack of sleep, quite like the sting you feel when unwelcome tears threaten to fall out like tiny droplets of rain.

She turned to her left, hugging the pillow tightly and tried to delve back into dreamland.

Letting out a frustrated groan, she sat up straight. Constant thoughts and scenes created by her own brain flew around her mind

The insomnia was only getting worse with time

Which was far more threatening to her mental health

Why?

Because she had more time to stay awake, contemplating over her life choices. Choices about her friends, people, how unfair everything was

But Iseul was tired.

She no longer wanted to worry about things which didn't matter to her

She no longer wanted to be sad