The modern world is characterized by advanced technology and our fast-paced lifestyle. We often find ourselves captivated by small screens in our hands. Strangers become familiar, while our loved ones seem distant. This is our way of life, but the question remains: Do we want to continue living like this?
'Is your Eomma late again.' (Mockingly asking)
'No appa is going to pick me up today,' said the child in a sad tone.
The mischievous glint in the kid's eyes suggested he was only getting started with his teasing.
'Maybe they forgot about you.'
'No, my parents love me; they wouldn't abandon me,' the child said with unheard tears.
"Then why do they come late every day to pick you up?"
'They are just busy, that's all.'
The young boy looked worried and seemed unsure. Deep down, he knew that the comforting words he kept telling himself were just a way to avoid reality.
'As you say, my eomma is here. May your Christmas be bright! Oops, or maybe not.'
The child left with those words, but he didn't realize how much his innocent heart was hurting. He sat on a bench outside his school, waiting for his father to arrive. All he saw was rain pouring down, like tears from his own eyes.
After a while, his father finally arrived, only to find his son sitting on the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks. The boy's sobs echoed in the quiet atmosphere, a clear reflection of the deep sadness that enveloped him.
'Jungkook, why are you crying? See, Appa is here.'
'No... you always.... come late. You don't..... love me,' the poor 5-year-old Jungkook said between his sobs.
As a father, he should have offered soothing words of comfort during this difficult moment. Instead, in silence, he gathered the child up and gently guided him into the car. The air was thick with unspoken emotions as he turned the key in the ignition and drove them back to their home. The quiet hum of the engine filled the space between them, a stark contrast to the heaviness in his heart and the uncertainty swirling in the child's eyes.
As the car ride continued, the exhausted child dozed off, his tears from earlier fading into a peaceful slumber. Suddenly, a loud crash jolted him awake, and he blinked his eyes open to find himself back in his room. Confused, he took small, tentative steps toward the door, but froze in shock at the sight before him. His parents were locked in a heated argument near the Christmas tree, their voices rising above the sparkling decorations and twinkling lights, creating a stark contrast to the festive atmosphere.
'Seriously? Why does everything have to be my fault?" Jungkook's mom exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration.
"Because it's your fucking fault!" Jungkook's father snapped, his voice thick with frustration.
Then he continued 'I can't believe you gave birth to a child when you don't even deserve to be a human.'
His father paused for a moment, looking into the woman's eyes for any sign of regret. Instead, he saw a cold, hard stare that showed her selfishness. Anger filled him like a storm, and in a burst of frustration, he lashed out, unable to hold back the rage inside him.
"Can you even feel how that little kid must have gone through being all alone in the rain, no you wouldn't because you are a selfish Bitch."
Jungkook's father erupted in anger, his frustration boiling over as he slammed the front door behind him, the sound echoing through the house. Inside, the atmosphere was heavy with sorrow. Jungkook's mother knelt on the floor, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. The vibrant Christmas tree, usually adorned with twinkling lights and cheerful ornaments, stood nearby now a heartbreaking reminder of the joy that had faded.
In that fleeting moment, Jungkook's wide, innocent eyes shimmered with a depth of sorrow that belied his tender age, grappling with the chaos that had marred what was meant to be a joyous season of celebration. As he softly stepped out of the room, a sense of determination carried him forward. He approached his mother, her face etched with worry and sorrow, and gently placed his small, delicate hand on her cheek, lovingly brushing away the tears that streamed down her face.
'Eomma don't cry.' (sob)
To Jungkook's surprise, her mother looked at him with a mix of confusion and irritation, clearly not reciprocating his feelings. With a swift motion, she reached out and firmly grasped his small shoulder, her voice laced with anger as she spoke, sending a chill down his spine.
'You know it's not my fault, but yours. Why did you have to be born into this world? Why? I said, why?'
His mother began to turn away, but the tiny hands of her child reached out, grasping her gently yet firmly. Tears streamed down the little one's face, their soft cries filled the air, pleading for her to stay just a moment longer.
"Eomma don't leave me."
His mother seemed completely indifferent to him, her heart untouched by the sound of his tears. Harsh words spilled from her lips, cutting through the air with a chilling disregard. As Christmas approached, a time often filled with warmth and joy, she remained unmoved, leaving him to grapple with the weight of his loneliness. It was as if she had walked out of his life and closed the door on any semblance of maternal affection, leaving behind a deep sense of neglect.
'Eomma ....(cry) eomma .....'
The small Jungkook cried quietly, tears running down his face as he whispered innocent words. His little mouth formed the soft sounds, each one showing his vulnerability and innocence, which touched the heart.
'I...folded 1000 senbazuru.....why...you..didn't ... complete my...wish.'
Jungkook sat on the floor, crying. Tears ran down his cheeks, and his small body shook with sobs. He struggled to express the many emotions inside him, but all that came out were broken whimpers.
"Ha!" a heavy breath escaped from fear.
"Damn it, Jungkook, why would you even dream about something so far in the past and let it frighten you?" A bitter smile crept across his lips, mixing resentment with a touch of disbelief.
You might wonder why I dream about the past since it's part of who I am. But for me, it feels more like a nightmare something I want to forget. I prefer simple memories: waking up, getting ready for college, enjoying my breakfast, and going to university. This has been my life for the past month, and I want it to stay this way—alone. The places and situations may change, but I like this loneliness. Love? Hah, It's nothing but just an....
A girl shouted from behind, "Jungkook!"
"Wait, we need to talk," the girl said.
Jungkook ignored her and kept walking down the path. He stayed focused ahead, stepping forward with purpose and determination.
The girl did not let despair take over. With determination in her eyes, she followed him, focused on finding the truth she wanted.
"No, we need to. Have you opened the box I gave you?"
Jungkook stopped and looked at the girl with a gaze that briefly sparked hope in her. She held her breath, wishing for a moment of connection or reconciliation. However, her heart sank when Jungkook spoke sharply.
"Which box? The one I threw away right after you gave it to me?" His words were harsh and reminded her of the distance that had grown between them.
As Jungkook walked ahead, the girl behind him shouted in frustration. Her voice showed a mix of hurt and anger, expressing her feelings clearly in the air around them. Each word was filled with intensity, highlighting the pain she felt about their situation.
'How can you do this? How can you hurt me like this? If you didn't like me, you could have said so. Why hurt me like this? The only thing I did was love you. How can you do this? How can you hurt me like this? If you didn't like me, you could have said so. Why hurt me like this? The only thing I did was love you.'
Jungkook stopped and turned to face her, clearly affected by his feelings. He let out a bitter laugh that broke the tension between them. His face showed both frustration and sadness, revealing the inner conflict he felt as he spoke.
'Ha! Love? Don't you think it's just a simple word like any other word, such as thank you or sorry?'
'They were right you are an emotionless jerk,' The girl yelled.
Jungkook felt overwhelmed and said, a bit irritably, "If telling the truth means I have to hide my feelings, then that's what I'll do. After all, love is just an illusion."