The Butterfly Effect
Chapter 2
My story is not a pleasant one, it is neither sweet nor harmonious; as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams- like the lives of all men who stopped deceiving themselves.
Dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they deceive themselves and act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
A white lily with six petals bloomed itself upon his chest . Slowly, like a breeze blowing its way inside of him, a single petal broke away, freeing itself from its chained prison. The pistil which tried desperately to bring the petal back to the others felt itself in the lone petal. It realized the petal was itself. Looking upon its own fragment, it felt a sense of sorrow, for one day, all the petals will leave.
The pistil watched the petal fly up into the softly colored sky. It painted the scenery with it’s existence, for it was free. The freedom it fought hard for, strengthened it. It had nothing to lose, yet it lingered in there.
Suga’s POV
I walked into the damp old room I used to call ‘home’. The fogging memory that I once remembered so clearly dissolved into the back of my mind. I could still hear the laughter playing itself in that very room and the shouting that ended us all.
“Where were you?” he hissed.
I stood in the dimly lit bedroom. “No where.” I said hoarsely, the wound on my lip stabbing my every word.
He got up and dragged his feet towards me. His breath reeked of alcohol and rot. “DON’T LIE TO ME YOU SHITTY BRAT!!”
His fist collided squarely onto my jaw, sending jolt of pain that lingered there. I fell onto the ground not bothering to get up.
My mother who died when I was 10 left us with no money. I had to work for our survival, yet everyday when I came home, I experience the same abuse. I provide him with money and he uses it to gamble in hopes of winning. When I tried to reason him out of gambling, he would hit me until he felt relieved from his suffering. I knew he felt frustrated and burdened, so I let him hurt me. I created the illusion that if I let him harm me, he would acknowledged me as his son.
It wasn’t always like this though. The day my mom died, he lost it. Everything. Including his humanity. He was dead nor alive, roaming this world with a soul confined to the devil. He was weak, and couldn’t break free from the bond that chained him to a tempter.
He was too weak.
He died.
I got off work at the afternoon and headed home. As I stepped through the small house, I braced for the impact of yelling and pain, yet nothing came at me.
I took off my shoes and opened the door to his room.
He laid on the bed, his face clean and milky white. He was dressed in the same suit as the one in the photo of his wedding day. But what caught my eye was the soft smile on his face. His whole being looked serene. He radiated happiness. His death was a peaceful one.
By evening I buried him. I gently planted a single lily seed to mark the spot. I knew then his soul who departed, had restored innocence after death. Without looking back, I headed home.
The sky turned dull gray until at last rain began to fall. It soaked my clothes as I trudged home slowly.
I struggled to understand him, to remember him as my father. There were times I hated him. He beat me and swore at me, yet….I couldn’t find it in myself to hate him completely. In the many years that passed, he yearned for my mother who died. And finally he got his wish.
His life which was long overdue was released from its prison. Like a free bird it flew in the sky towards the abyss.
At last I began to feel my eyes water. The tears trapped within myself over the years began to release.
What a pain to act strong.
With the rain as my companion, I cried.
He was gone.
And he left me alone.
Now I have nobody.
No place to call home.
Jungkook’s POV
A friend tells the truth no matter how painful it is. A coward hides behind deceits and lies.
I know hardships is a part of life, but I can't stand how many times I've been betrayed, lied to, and left alone.
Why risk everything and take the difficult path, when you can cut through the world of lies and take the shortcut.
I was taught this by my sister.
I see now that she was a coward and a fake.
I put my life on her hands, yet she tossed it away like it didn’t matter to her.
2 years ago.
“Jungkook-ah.”
I smiled. “Yea nuna?”
I crouched down next to her on the hard wooden floor. She suddenly squeezed me into a tight hug as if her life depended on it.
She stared at me her eyes teary and glassy. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry Jungkook-ah. Will you forgive me?” She hugged me, her eyes begging for forgiveness.
Like the idiot I was, I forgave her.
The next day she was gone. I felt hollow as I stared at the empty space she used to fill with her presence. Everything that we owned was taken. I was left with nothing but the clothes I wore.
I stepped out of the building that I once called home and with one last longing look I turned around and walked face first into pouring rain.
As solitude wraps around me, memories of times I laughed innocently came to my mind.
‘I’m sorry.’
Was that another lie too?
With a masked smile that hid my pain, I stopped to stare at the blossoming tree.
I turned when I heard footsteps and found before me a young man.
He walked slowly as if every step represented his defeat. I stared at his face with his soft pale features and his hands covered with dirt and mud.
Even with the rain upon his face, the pain that lingered showed clearly. He cried.
Something inside me clicked. When at last the man passed by, the emotions bottled up inside of me began to release.
I smiled, I laughed, to keep the tears away.
Yet you broke me, leaving me helpless.
It’s been too long.
Too long since I’ve been truly happy.
I’m standing here feeling wretched existence.
And yet when I finally needed you, you’re gone.
Dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they deceive themselves and act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
A white lily with six petals bloomed itself upon his chest . Slowly, like a breeze blowing its way inside of him, a single petal broke away, freeing itself from its chained prison. The pistil which tried desperately to bring the petal back to the others felt itself in the lone petal. It realized the petal was itself. Looking upon its own fragment, it felt a sense of sorrow, for one day, all the petals will leave.
The pistil watched the petal fly up into the softly colored sky. It painted the scenery with it’s existence, for it was free. The freedom it fought hard for, strengthened it. It had nothing to lose, yet it lingered in there.
Suga’s POV
I walked into the damp old room I used to call ‘home’. The fogging memory that I once remembered so clearly dissolved into the back of my mind. I could still hear the laughter playing itself in that very room and the shouting that ended us all.
“Where were you?” he hissed.
I stood in the dimly lit bedroom. “No where.” I said hoarsely, the wound on my lip stabbing my every word.
He got up and dragged his feet towards me. His breath reeked of alcohol and rot. “DON’T LIE TO ME YOU SHITTY BRAT!!”
His fist collided squarely onto my jaw, sending jolt of pain that lingered there. I fell onto the ground not bothering to get up.
My mother who died when I was 10 left us with no money. I had to work for our survival, yet everyday when I came home, I experience the same abuse. I provide him with money and he uses it to gamble in hopes of winning. When I tried to reason him out of gambling, he would hit me until he felt relieved from his suffering. I knew he felt frustrated and burdened, so I let him hurt me. I created the illusion that if I let him harm me, he would acknowledged me as his son.
It wasn’t always like this though. The day my mom died, he lost it. Everything. Including his humanity. He was dead nor alive, roaming this world with a soul confined to the devil. He was weak, and couldn’t break free from the bond that chained him to a tempter.
He was too weak.
He died.
I got off work at the afternoon and headed home. As I stepped through the small house, I braced for the impact of yelling and pain, yet nothing came at me.
I took off my shoes and opened the door to his room.
He laid on the bed, his face clean and milky white. He was dressed in the same suit as the one in the photo of his wedding day. But what caught my eye was the soft smile on his face. His whole being looked serene. He radiated happiness. His death was a peaceful one.
By evening I buried him. I gently planted a single lily seed to mark the spot. I knew then his soul who departed, had restored innocence after death. Without looking back, I headed home.
The sky turned dull gray until at last rain began to fall. It soaked my clothes as I trudged home slowly.
I struggled to understand him, to remember him as my father. There were times I hated him. He beat me and swore at me, yet….I couldn’t find it in myself to hate him completely. In the many years that passed, he yearned for my mother who died. And finally he got his wish.
His life which was long overdue was released from its prison. Like a free bird it flew in the sky towards the abyss.
At last I began to feel my eyes water. The tears trapped within myself over the years began to release.
What a pain to act strong.
With the rain as my companion, I cried.
He was gone.
And he left me alone.
Now I have nobody.
No place to call home.
Jungkook’s POV
A friend tells the truth no matter how painful it is. A coward hides behind deceits and lies.
I know hardships is a part of life, but I can't stand how many times I've been betrayed, lied to, and left alone.
Why risk everything and take the difficult path, when you can cut through the world of lies and take the shortcut.
I was taught this by my sister.
I see now that she was a coward and a fake.
I put my life on her hands, yet she tossed it away like it didn’t matter to her.
2 years ago.
“Jungkook-ah.”
I smiled. “Yea nuna?”
I crouched down next to her on the hard wooden floor. She suddenly squeezed me into a tight hug as if her life depended on it.
She stared at me her eyes teary and glassy. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry Jungkook-ah. Will you forgive me?” She hugged me, her eyes begging for forgiveness.
Like the idiot I was, I forgave her.
The next day she was gone. I felt hollow as I stared at the empty space she used to fill with her presence. Everything that we owned was taken. I was left with nothing but the clothes I wore.
I stepped out of the building that I once called home and with one last longing look I turned around and walked face first into pouring rain.
As solitude wraps around me, memories of times I laughed innocently came to my mind.
‘I’m sorry.’
Was that another lie too?
With a masked smile that hid my pain, I stopped to stare at the blossoming tree.
I turned when I heard footsteps and found before me a young man.
He walked slowly as if every step represented his defeat. I stared at his face with his soft pale features and his hands covered with dirt and mud.
Even with the rain upon his face, the pain that lingered showed clearly. He cried.
Something inside me clicked. When at last the man passed by, the emotions bottled up inside of me began to release.
I smiled, I laughed, to keep the tears away.
Yet you broke me, leaving me helpless.
It’s been too long.
Too long since I’ve been truly happy.
I’m standing here feeling wretched existence.
And yet when I finally needed you, you’re gone.
Notes
Author's NOTESHey guys!!!! AS a contribution to Suga's birthday, I've written this chapter for you guys to read!
I can't believe My ub, Suga is 24!!!!! They've finally come this far, I'm so happy for BTS. I hope many of the underrated groups also gain fame this year!
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