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"Its beautiful isn't it? The sunset?" Jungkook's eyes snapped up to the source of the voice. A boy was sitting a few feet away from him, legs dangling over the edge. Was he here to do it too, Jungkook thought noticing the patient's clothes similar to his own the boy was wearing. "You can't see it from the ground, the buildings cover everything" the boy continued softly, a sad tone underneath his words. Jungkook kept quiet, contemplating doing what he came here to do or listening to the boys soft sweet voice. He peered over to see his face. It was then he saw the black cloth covering his eyes and tied at the back of his head. It occurred to him that the boy couldn't see anything and was probably blind. He probably couldn't see Jungkook pathetically wheeling away from the edge of the building and towards him. "What are you doing here?" Jungkook said for the first time, his own voice sounding hoarser compared to the boy's. He hadn't spoken to someone in so long. So so long. "I like the view that's all," the boy replied, a small smile gracing his pretty features. No scratch that, his beautiful features. "What about you?" He asked. "I uh..well...I had some work to do up here" Jungkook lied. Well technically he didn't, if you count trying to jump off a 15 story hospital building in a wheelchair as work. Before the boy could say anything, the door to the roof burst open and a man in a nurse's uniform stood at the door breathing heavily. Taehyung."Jungkook!" He yelled, panicking once he saw how close to the edge he was. Within seconds, Taehyung was scoping the younger boy up in his arms bridal style, another nurse rolling away his wheelchair. Jungkook peered over Taehyung's shoulder and saw the mysterious boy was looking at the horizon again, the last rays of the sun falling over the him, washing over his body like satin and Jungkook wished to see him again. ◆ _____________________ ◆
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"What were you thinking Kook-ah?" Jungkook looked away, fiddling with the edge of his flimsy hospital shirt.I was thinking about the trouble they'd have scraping me off the pavement, Jungkook wanted to retort but stayed quiet. Like he always was. "I was so w-worried when I saw your bed empty a- and I tried to find y-you but I couldn't" the nurse stuttered, sniffing quietly. Jungkook's shoulders slumped. Of course he'd hurt Taehyung. Of course he'd made him worry and cry. The only one who cared for him way more than what he was paid to. I'm sorry Tae, he signed, Taehyung picking up the familiar motions. "Its okay Kook-ah just please don't do that to me again" the nurse smiled sadly, saying the words as well as signing them. He pressed a kiss to the younger boy's temple, running a hand through his raven hair. Jungkook didn't answer and instead, pulled Taehyung down on the bed, next to him and allowed the older boy to wrap his arms around him. I'm sorry for the lies. ◆ _____________________ ◆
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There was something about running that small black stub of charcoal over a blank sheet that made Jungkook relax, his tense body slowly unwinding. He preferred drawing figures, observing the people going on about their life, most not noticing the boy in the wheelchair at a corner. Taehyung sat with him sometimes. But mostly he sat alone at the rickety wooden white bench with paint peeling at some places. Even before his accident, Jungkook had the uncanny ability to be awkward around people and shy away from them. So he was still alone. Today was one of the days Taehyung was sitting with him. He was talking softly, one hand carding through the hair at the back of younger's head. It was nice. Jungkook however was busy sketching the frail old man in a wheelchair with his nurse slowly wheeling him around across the garden. It would be him in the future. That is, if he managed lived that long. The music blasting in his earsbuds, a band he started liking when he was at the States for a couple of years, Linkin Park, made sure he couldn't hear what was happening in the outside world and what Tae was talking about. Suddenly a bud was removed and the raven haired boy looked up at the nurse in confusion.However he froze when a soft sweet voice filled the air in a song. A voice he knew all too well. "You were missing out," Taehyung smirked teasingly upon noticing the awed look on Jungkook's face.
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It had taken Jungkook a mere second to recognise that beautiful voice. That voice that was so soothing, calming that even the birds stopped their chirpy songs to listen (Jungkook had cringed inwardly at how cliché it was). Once Tae had wheeled him to the singing boy, he left, smiling softly. There on the broken marble fountain, the boy he hadn't stopped thinking about, was sitting with his feet in the water. This place was a much more secluded part of the park, with no one in sight but the boy. Jungkook contemplated whether to talk to him or just sit here and listen to his voice.Eh, either way I get to hear his voice, he thought. And maybe sketch him? Yeah I'll sketch him.He rustled with the sheets, taking out a new one and sharpening the short but thin piece of charcoal. Just as he was about to start, the song stopped and the boy sighed breathily. "You sketch?" He asked, a small smile playing on his lips.The younger looked up to find the boy standing beside him now, kind of leaning over, where a moment ago he was sitting on the fountain's edge. Jungkook let out an unmanly squeal and almost jumped a foot in the air. "Jesus fucking—" he breathed out shakily. The soft laughter tumbling out the older's pretty lips had Jungkook almost wheezing again."I'm so sorry!" The boy giggled. "Eh it's — its fine" Jungkook mumbled."I'm Jimin. Park Jimin." The boy introduced himself with a smile that Jeongguk swears could cure cancer. He forgets talking for a few minutes, just taking in the boy's — Jimin's — beauty. "I- I'm jeon jungkook—" the younger finally stutters. "Nice to meet you, Jungkook" Jimin says with a disarming smile, then he's saying something that has Jungkook sputtering piteously and red in the face."So are you gonna draw me like one of your French girls or not?" "I uh do what- ahm - what - I?" "Relax, I'm just kidding Jungkook-ssi," "Oh thank god - I thought you were actually gonna make me do that" Jungkook mumbles weakly.Jimin tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "You don't want me to?""What? No! Not at all! I don't mind if you -I could draw you if you wanted - naked? I mean if that's okay with you—" Jungkook sputters, now almost on the verge of crying from how cringy and embarrassing he was.Jimin's laughter catches him off guard. "You're cute" the older smiles before softly petting his head.If Jungkook's blush was redder than a tomato, no one had to know. ◆ _____________________ ◆