"FALLEN ANGEL" [VKOOK] [COMPLETED] [BLACK VER.]

Chapter 8

Taehyung's POV

I was on my way home. The cool breeze kept me shivering. But my mind kept lingering about him.

His eyes.

His GOLD eyes.

I thought that he only had red eyes.

Unlike mine.

I've always using an eye-patch to cover my left eye, which is also red in color.

Because of my eyes. Two different colors. Blue on the right and red on the left.

I chose to cover my left eye so it won't be strange to others.

But I never thought that since his arrival from two years ago.

He became popular for his red eyes.

He became the super playboy in school.

He became the infamous Jeon Jungkook in school.

He is the one an only Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook.

Why does he even exist?

He is the only one with red eyes.

But he never know that I also have a red eye hidden under the eye-patch.

Maybe one day I'll take down this eye-patch and show him who's the boss! I thought.

As I was lost in my tracks of thought, I almost tripped over a rock. Stupid rock!!

That was when I realized that I was already home.

I smiled.

Finally home.

I pushed open the door, only to find my mother preparing dinner for us.

"Mom!! I'm home!!!" I greeted her excitingly.

"Oh, welcome home dear!!" she smiled and greeted back.

I placed my stuff on the sofa in the living room and went to the kitchen.

"What's for dinner tonight, mom?" I asked.

"It's my famous homemade spaghetti with sliced chicken breast," she said.

As soon as she places the delicious meal in front of me, I gobbled it down as fast as I can.

"Slow down, dear. No one's steal your food," she teased.

"Haha, okay mom!!"

After having my meal, I was going to clean my own plate, but my mother stopped me.

"It's okay, I'll do the dishes," she smiled softly.

"But mom..." I said worriedly.

"It's alright, why not you go get some rest first?" she suggested.

"Alright, mom,"

Then I left the kitchen. But not forgetting to turn around to catch a glimpse of my mother's back.

My mother's back had two long ugly scars that was now showing proudly under her shirt.

I've never know the reason of why she had those horrible scars.

What did it really happened when I was younger?

That question was always in my mind.

What happened to my father?

What happened to my mother?

Why can't I remember??

I kept thinking until I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

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