suicide notes 「 jungkook 」

사람들은 다 애써 웃지 진실을 숨긴 채
everyone tries hard to smile, hiding the truth,
그저 행복한 것처럼
pretending like they're happy.

"Kim Minah~... Kim Minah, wake up!"

I groaned at the voice of my best friend in the entire world, as he was practically singing at six in the morning. Eyes still closed, I groaned and shook his hand off of my side, ceasing his annoying shaking. I tried to pull my blanket over my face to hide myself from my now lit-up room, but he was sitting on it, so I just buried my face with my pillow, pulling the sides down to try to block out some sound, but to no avail.

"You have to go to school, Minnie. It's your last year of high school, aren't you excited?"  He chirped like his regular, flamboyant self.

I peered out from under my blanket to groggily glare at my best friend, and roommate, Kim Taehyung. His figure was extremely blurry, not allowing me to see any of his facial features, so I patted at my nightstand before I found my wide, circular-lensed glasses and put them on. Suddenly my vision was near perfect and I carefully rubbed my strained eyes.

Taehyung and I had been best friends for almost as long as I can remember.

We grew up on the same street back in Daegu. I remember when I turned five and finally learned how to ride my bike, I'd always ride it around in my driveway or a few houses over and then turn back around towards my house, as my parents didn't like me riding out of their sight. They were very caring and protective over me when I was young, and sometimes it was a bit suffocating. So one day, I went out in the early morning while they were asleep because I was bored, and Taehyung was just lying in the middle of the road, eyes closed and listening to the birds sing as leaves softly fell on him with the wind. I almost ran over him.

He didn't even notice, though, as he was humming along with the birds, swaying his hands up and down fluidly like he was a composer and they were his choir. I looked down at the strange boy and asked him what in the world he was doing, giving him a weird look, as I'd never seen a boy act so strangely. He finally opened one of his eyes, squinting, as the yellow light of dawn hurt his eyes as they slowly adjusted. "Making music," he said as he looked up with a whimsical smile.

"What? With the birds?" I looked at him like he was crazy  before I turned my gaze to the trees, searching for birds.

"Yeah," he said enthusiastically, shifting around on the uncomfortable, pebbly road before letting out a sigh of content. "That's the best kind."

"You're really weird," I said with a laugh after staring at him for a moment.

"Yeah, I know," he laughed his little boy laugh, sitting up. "What's your name?"

"Kim Minah," I said with a smile. "And yours?"

"Kim Taehyung. Do you wanna be friends?" He asked enthusiastically. I remember that back then, that was all it took to make a lifelong friend.

"Sure," I said back just as happily, glad to have made my first friend.

And we'd been best friends ever since, him knocking on my window at any hour of the day to drag me along on all of his strange adventures. At the time it was a bit unsettling (I hated being in trouble and I could never handle people yelling at me) but now I've come to cherish those moments, so I'm glad for them.