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lovestrippedbare) wrote2019-06-15 10:12 am
lovestrippedbare) wrote2019-06-15 10:12 am
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There was a time when their classroom was the safest destination Jungkook could think of. A place of solace, a refuge that he could retreat to when the other pressures of the day were too much. When Jungkook closes his eyes and conjures up images of happiness, there are many that come to mind — with his fingers gently stroking ivory keys in a quiet living room, the steady sound of a knife against a chopping block, the sight of weathered hands kneading dough. The whisper of tangled limbs sliding between sheets, the rush of breath through parted lips.
But the classroom was the first, the place where Jungkook first found a family that was all his own.
And there gets to be a point when it's all too much, when being told to stay away feels like it's carving out another empty space in Jungkook's heart. He knows that time is already working against them; it'll be a mere matter of months until some of them are away at university, when the sheer pressure of class and location will keep them apart. Losing time even before then feels cruel.
It starts off as a simple request to visit the bathroom. A chance to get away from the day's inspection, the endless recitation of lines, and to breathe. But when Jungkook needs to take a right, he continues walking straight, his eyes impossibly wide and his feet picking up the pace as he rushes down the hall and down a flight of stairs, weaving around the quietest aisles until he finds himself standing in front of the well-worn classroom door. The handle is rusty, and the chilly draft from inside almost whistles through the gap under the door.
But with it comes music, and Jungkook's expression finally relaxes into a smile.
He doesn't say a word as he slips through the door, shutting it with a gentle click behind him. Before the teacher learned of this space, Jungkook might have simply made his way over to Yoongi's side, freely interrupting whatever piece he was working on. These days, to even finish a score feels like a luxury, and so Jungkook carefully tiptoes around the room, lifting a couple of desks and pushing them together.
Jungkook suppresses a shiver, the cold of the desktop seeping through his school uniform, before stretching himself out over the desks with a content smile.
At least for today, he thinks, the classroom is their safe space again.
But the classroom was the first, the place where Jungkook first found a family that was all his own.
And there gets to be a point when it's all too much, when being told to stay away feels like it's carving out another empty space in Jungkook's heart. He knows that time is already working against them; it'll be a mere matter of months until some of them are away at university, when the sheer pressure of class and location will keep them apart. Losing time even before then feels cruel.
It starts off as a simple request to visit the bathroom. A chance to get away from the day's inspection, the endless recitation of lines, and to breathe. But when Jungkook needs to take a right, he continues walking straight, his eyes impossibly wide and his feet picking up the pace as he rushes down the hall and down a flight of stairs, weaving around the quietest aisles until he finds himself standing in front of the well-worn classroom door. The handle is rusty, and the chilly draft from inside almost whistles through the gap under the door.
But with it comes music, and Jungkook's expression finally relaxes into a smile.
He doesn't say a word as he slips through the door, shutting it with a gentle click behind him. Before the teacher learned of this space, Jungkook might have simply made his way over to Yoongi's side, freely interrupting whatever piece he was working on. These days, to even finish a score feels like a luxury, and so Jungkook carefully tiptoes around the room, lifting a couple of desks and pushing them together.
Jungkook suppresses a shiver, the cold of the desktop seeping through his school uniform, before stretching himself out over the desks with a content smile.
At least for today, he thinks, the classroom is their safe space again.