A Graveyard of Scars

His eyes. A deep hazelnut brown, everlasting and endless. Eyes that although hidden beneath his frindge could stare straight into your soul and all it took was one stare just one and it would send shivers straight down your spine. He was like those people that only exist in books and fairy tales. He seemed like a villain from a movie, all dark, mysterious, able to kill without the bat of an eyelid. Most people got one look from her and ran for cover but not me. His eyes never scared me. They intrigued me and invited me to get to know the person with these eyes. His eyes were hiding something and with my very obsessive personality I made it my mission to find out what and before I knew it I had fallen in love with this boy.
Junkook. That was his name. Although many never tried to break down Jungkook’s walls to get to know the person behind the eyes, I did and I discovered an incredible unique, nerdy, animal loving human. A person who cries because a superhero is hurt or even when an animal he has never met or seen before dies on a television show. He was a person who collects CDs, DVDs, stickers, teddy bears and books. A person who listens to the music that makes him smile not just because it's what's popular at the moment. Someone whose bedroom looks like a murder investigation board as he never wants to forget any precious memories he has made with the people in her life. It may of taken two years to break down his walls and I may not have made it all the way through but what I have found so far is a person I want to spend the rest of my life with even if he doesn't feel the same way about me.
I sat on the edge of the counter, watching Jungkook stir the pasta. Pasta. The only dish Jungkook hadn’t burnt yet but I wouldn’t put it past her to burn it. Jungkook lifted his hand slowly and ruffled his auburn hair back into place.He now looked even more gorgeous than before. Jungkook glared at the pot of pasta, his tongue ever so slightly escaping the enclosure of his mouth. I laughed as I had never seen anyone concentrate on cooking pasta so much. Jungkook was wearing her pair of converses that although they may have started off as white were now gone past the stage of even being noticed as a shade of cream. I made a note in my head to buy him a pair of black converse for his birthday. Maybe if they were black you wouldn’t notice the dirt so much. I looked up from the floor and suddenly my eye caught Junkook. He had been stealing glances at me. The edges of my lips began to curl into a smile, it couldn’t be helped.
“Do you like what you see?” I cooed
“Yeah. I love the t-shirt you’re wearing.” Jungkook laughed
See. Jungkook never used to see me the way I saw him. No matter how much I flirted he always just replied to me like a friend would.
As we ate our pasta and joked about how stupid we both were, the light shone through the window and hit the side of Jungkook's face. The light seemed to shade and highlight all the right areas of his face, Jungkook looked perfect even without make-up. I began to wonder how on earth I could spend any longer with this beautiful human without him knowing just how I felt. I knew it wasn’t possible to live my whole life like this but I wasn’t ready to chance losing Jungkook especially not any day soon.
After eating slightly mushy pasta, we filled a basin with an excessive amount washing-up liquid. Jungkook washed the dishes, as I dried them. There was bubbles everywhere. Jungkook reached over to hand me a plate. The sleeve of his favourite jumper was beginning to retreat up his arm. What it revealed made my heart sink. All along his arm, criss-crossing in horizontal lines was a graveyard. A graveyard of self-inflicted injuries, that broke through the surface of Jungkooks soft skin to leave a train track scars. They were scars that I should have prevented or at the very least, scars I should have noticed before I did. Junkook quickly retracted his arm and yanked down his sleeve when he saw that I laid eyes on his arm. I looked up, into Jungkook's eyes. Although I knew what these scars were, I began to search Jungkook's face for any other reason, for some explanation to why these scar were on his body but I didn’t find anything.

Notes

This is no way real life. None of this is real or would ever happen in reality,