Part one is here!
We're standing outside of the only liquor store that's potentially safe enough to visit at this time of night. It's touching 10 O'clock and neither of us really care to be around this area even when the sun comes out. "Let's get whiskey." I mutter to Jungkook as he scans a small group of young adults passing by. He glances at me, a nod my only token of acknowledgement. I shoot him a smile, silently thanking him for not fighting me on our choice of poison. I know he would rather vodka, and be it a normal night I would as well, but I'm trying to tap into his soul tonight. Whiskey is usually a sure fire way to do that sort of thing.
I grab the best looking, not too expensive bottle of whiskey. I hope it's whiskey, we don't shop for it often. Or ever really. I still have flashbacks sometimes from the last time I saw Jungkook drunk off the stuff. It's like he became another person, and it was strange, but everything just kind of... poured out of him. Like somebody turned on a faucet and the words just couldn't come out fast enough. I think that's the night I started understanding him, who he really was.
It was Junior year of high school. Jungkook and I had been friends for so long at that point, but I guess I didn't know everything about him even then. He told me things I can only trust that he never told anybody else before. I felt hurt that I hadn't already known all of his secrets, but he was crying so hard I had to let it go immediately. He told me everything. The reasons he was always so distant with everyone besides for me, why he was so cold. He didn't care to have many friends. It was always just me and him. Two amigos.
I couldn't believe what he said, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Jungkook forced the words through his lips, I could tell. It was painful for him to talk about things he'd been, until that moment, only keeping to himself. He told me about his father, a selfish man who never cared for him. His mother who was weak and never protected him from his fathers fists. She only wanted him to do well in school. If he brought her a bad report card, she'd be right beside his father, screaming of her intolerance and of her shame he'd put on their family, wailing her arms to strike him as he'd cower down and let her. He never fought back, and I found myself wondering why. But Jungkook was kind, he's always been kind. He may have been closed down to everyone else, unapproachable and awkward. To me though, he's the best person I've ever known. His heart is made of gold.