The 12-year-old boy sat forlorn at the bus stand, his small frame huddled in a mixture of exhaustion and despair. The visible cuts on his body told a silent tale of turmoil, yet his eyes held a glimmer of vulnerability.
Amidst the quiet despair, an 8-year-old girl approached, her steps cautious yet determined. Her eyes met his, filled with an innocence that belied the harsh reality of the situation. She reached into her worn-out backpack, producing a slightly crumpled chocolate bar.
Girl: "Hi, um... Don't cry , my mom always says that chocolate can make things better. It cures every pain."
She extended the chocolate towards him, a small offering of sweetness in the midst of his troubles. The boy, his gaze shifting from the chocolate to her earnest eyes, accepted it with a mix of surprise and gratitude.
Boy: "Thanks, but I don't know if chocolate can really fix everything."
Girl: "Well, It's like a warm hug from the inside, my mom says. And, um, you don't have to be alone. Take care, okay?,bye bye"
Her words hung in the air, a gentle reassurance that someone cared. As the girl hurried away, the boy unwrapped the chocolate, savoring the sweetness that seemed to transcend the cocoa. The unexpected act of kindness lingered in his thoughts, offering a brief respite in the midst of his struggles and a reminder that even in moments of darkness, there could be a glimmer of humanity and connection.
Jungkook found himself lost in a flood of memories as he held the worn-out 10-year-old wrapper of the chocolate that once comforted him. The edges were slightly frayed, a testament to the passage of time and the enduring impact of that small act of kindness.
Jungkook: *smiling* "Ten years...
Just as he marveled at the relic from his past, the voice of his cousin Taehyung echoed from downstairs.
Taehyung: "Jungkook, we're heading to the club! Are you coming?"
Jungkook carefully tucked the old wrapper into that same old box , a tangible reminder of the unexpected kindness that shaped his childhood.
Jungkook: "Yeah, I'll be right there."
As he descended the stairs, Jungkook couldn't help but carry the warmth of that memory with him. Little did he know that the past and present would intertwine in unexpected ways during their night out.
Jungkook joined Taehyung as they made their way to the club, the city lights illuminating the night around them.
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Taehyung: "What were you up to, lost in thought up there?"
Jungkook: "None of your business
Taehyung: "were you again thinking about the mysterious chocolate girl "
Jungkook furrow his brows. He shot Taehyung a piercing glare, and a mouthed 'fuck u'
Taehyung: "Maybe fate will bring you two together again. Life's full of surprises." He said dramatically blinking many times
Taehyung's words lingering in his mind as they approached the vibrant glow of the club.
Jungkook: "So, what's the plan for tonight?"
Taehyung: "Dance,get wasted,sex and have fun "
Jungkook nodded, The city's rhythm and the beats from the club beckoned, promising a night of laughter and camaraderie as they stepped inside
Amidst the thumping beats and lively ambiance of the club, Jungkook and Taehyung found themselves at the bar. The low lights and pulsating music set the stage for an unexpected turn in the night.
As they sipped their drinks, a girl in a chair beside Jungkook carelessly shifted, her heels colliding with his feet. He winced in pain and shot her an irritated look. When he called out, the girl, without turning, retorted in a dismissive tone.
Girl: *without turning* "I don't want to dance or chill with you, okay?"
Jungkook, his impatience evident, replied sharply, "Trust me, the feeling is mutual."
Before she could respond, he turned away, taking another sip of his drink. The girl, now turned toward him, revealed her face. Jungkook, still uninterested, muttered under his breath, "I've got better things to do."
The air hung with a palpable tension as the girl, slightly annoyed, observed Jungkook, adding an unexpected layer of complexity to the night.
In a black short dress, Sarang exudes sophistication and confidence. The dress complements her 18-year-old figure, accentuating her elegance with a touch of modern style. The neckline of the dress frames her collarbone delicately, and the fitted silhouette highlights her graceful posture.
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Sarang's chestnut brown hair, styled to perfection, cascades around her shoulders, adding a touch of glamour to the ensemble. The simplicity of the black dress allows her natural beauty to shine, while the hemline gracefully falls at a length that balances allure and sophistication.
The girl, seemingly unfazed by Jungkook's indifference, gracefully rose from her chair and sauntered away with her 3 more friends , the thumping music swallowing any lingering words. Jungkook watched her departure with a slight frown, still grappling with the elusive memory of where he had encountered her before.
Taehyung elbowed Jungkook with a smirk, "Look at her, Jungkook. That girl in black dress is like a whole different level tonight. Sexy as hell."
Jungkook just nodded still trying to recall where he saw her
Taehyung, reveling in the rudeness, pushed further, "What if you met that innocent little girl ? Bet you'd never recognize her now."
Jungkook, playing along with the crude banter, shot back, "Who cares? It's not like I'm here for a trip down memory lane."
Their conversation continued in a callous tone, completely unaware that the mysterious girl they were rudely dissecting was, indeed, here, now concealed in the anonymity of a stranger's guise within the pulsating chaos of the club.
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