I know i need to update my fanfics but honestly, I cant write anything that pleases me. The text down below is some oneshot i am trying to make it but i can't bring myself to end it. Everything i write seems wrong in my eyes so please, my readers that want updates, be patient with me... I really am having a hard time writing. I always end up erasing everything.... sorry. and yes, it's a vkook oneshot cos vkook is love.

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Transparent were the tears trailing their path down his rosy cheeks to die at his inexperienced lips. Painfully the heart continuously beating in his chest as he clutched his slender fingers on his soft shirt fabric. The image floating through his closed lids making the younger male release desperate screams as his head was violently shaken to both sides. No words could describe the enormous ache piercing his every cell, the enormous solitude darkening his existence with every breath taken. And so, like a beautiful red rose upon experience the first days of a cold winter, Jungkook died.

The sun, the bright sun sending its sunrays to illuminate the still sleeping city of Seoul slowly pierced through the dark curtains of a specific room to stir the beautiful male from his sleep. The first sounds echoing through the room like painful cries followed with the movement of his heavy body turning to the other side, hating the fact that yet another day was about to start. Sighing, the darkish haired male finally sat up, slender fingers running through his locks as his eyes focused on the dark blue painted walls of his bedroom.

Remembering that in an hour he would be passing the large double gates that gave access to the school building he had avoided for a year aroused the not so pleasing feeling of solitude he had tried to forgot but also the still vivid sound of his heart break into small yet sharp fragments that even know were still lost and intact. Sweeping his pinkish muscle over his dried bottom lip, Jungkook finally raised his body weight from the bed, to go through his morning routine. A morning routine he hadn’t missed. A morning routine that he wasn’t prepared to start. A morning routine that before had been done whilst fighting the threatening tears.

A couple of minutes had been the needed time to get fully prepared and once the door of his bedroom was swung open, the delicious smell of pancakes lingered in the air caused his lips to twitch upon a faint smile. Gathering his dusty bag pack from the floor, the beautiful male made his way downstairs to meet his parents but also younger sibling already sat at table eating their respective breakfasts.  

“How are you sweetheart?” His mother asked upon noticing his son, getting up from her chosen sit to press her plumped tiers against the soft expanse of skin of her son’s cheek.  “Are you ready to return to school?”

How many times has he heard that question? How many times had he begged to just get a job and get over with studies and never return to the place that almost took his life away? Regardless of the number of times he had asked, the reply would be always the same precisely the reason why he was now sitting at the table while his eyes observed the perfected cooked pancakes. Anyhow, his answer was still the same. He wasn’t ready, the frightening memories submerging every single time he thought of that classroom.

“Jungkook…” The beautiful woman whispered, eyeing her son with a certain worry glistering in eyes dark orbs however the person in question just shrugged and gathered the fork between his white, long fingers to drive the first portion of pancakes inside his mouth.

A year. A year full of questions that he never got to answer. A year where only darkness had been his best friend. A year of solitude trying to glue back the broken pieces of his heart however nothing had taken away the ache from him. Nothing erased the memories of his memory. Nothing erased the still strong scent of that person from his nostrils. No matter how many times people tried to convince him that time would be the answer to is recovering, Jungkook knew that he would never be the same.

“Jungkook, are you free after school?” His quieted father finally talked, letting his gaze cautiously observe his son. “I was thinking if you would like to help me at the convenience store…”

“Help you?” The husky voice owned by the tall male echoed through the silent room while his head was finally lifted to face his father, a slight smile lingering on his cherry lips. “I don’t know how much homework I will have but I can give you a hand if you need my help. I will go there after school…”

“Thank you son!”

“You’re welcome father…”