[Taehyung]

I reach my art room and sit down at my huge desk, sliding out my sketching pad from my hiding place, flickering through it and continuing to sketch.

I've drawn Death again, but this time instead of a black-cloaked figure with a scythe, it's my mother.

I draw a frame around the sketch, turning it into a panel and giving my mother a speech bubble.

Before I can write anything, I feel a light tap on my shoulder, sending sparks through my body.

I visibly jump and shove the drawing away underneath some papers on the desk.

If anyone saw the dark stuff I drew in that book, they'd probably send me off to a special hospital.

I turn to the person once the book is fully hidden and tense, seeing who it was.

I quickly straighten my posture, my heart now pounding to the quick beat of the song.

I sneak my fingers underneath my hoodie and tug on the cord until the buds pop out of my ears.

It was Jungkook.

"Um. We are going out to a Dinner Party, your parents said that you have to stay at home.. to study? I just wanted to let you know.." Jungkook said, staring deeply into my eyes, as if trying to find any emotion or reaction.

After a few seconds of us both staring at each other in silence, he tilts his head to the side, which made my heart pound harder.

I stare at him, suddenly realising I hadn't replied, however I was unable to get a word out of my mouth.

'Say something to him!
Why can't you have a normal conversation??
Why can't you be normal.'

I nod, trying to block out the voices, which were making my head pound and ache.

He then murmured a small "Bye.." and just as he was leaving the room, I managed to get something out of my mouth.

"It's not like it's the first time.." I mumble softly to myself

I heard him pause and stop, but I simply turned my head, to try hide the tears that nearly escaped.

"JUNGKOOK!! WE ARE LEAVING NOW!" I hear Minjee squeal at the top of her voice.

I hear him finally walk away, downstairs, listening got the slam of the main doors, echoing around the house, making me feel as small as possible.

I take tentative steps towards my room, sinking down onto the bed, the voices getting louder and louder.

It's tough- keeping op this façade, but it's the only way to get by, I think to myself, tears dropping down my cheeks, darkness surrounding me.

Although, I already knew that it would be... yet again, another sleepless night.