Jungkook awoke the next morning feeling sated, although he couldn't quite pin point the actual reason for his sudden burn out, but he sure had a faint idea about it, and wasn't ready to admit to it at the moment. Still, he knew he needed to get his lazy ass up and working, if he really needed his entire living space to be clean and free from all the filth he'd been too busy accumulating over the past weeks. Lunging his unwilling body up from his bed, he headed straight for the bathroom, enjoying the crackling sounds of his bone cavitation, as he thoughtlessly massaged his tensed neck and shoulder muscles.
"Ugh, this place is a mess" he groaned underneath his breath as soon as he walked into the living room. His not so droopy eyes rakes over the numerous empty pizza boxes, to the pile of clothes stacked on top eachother on the couch, and even towards the very messy compact kitchen top which was littered with empty beer cans and unwashed dishes. He face palms in shear agony, promptly tying his lengthy hair into a messy bun in order to begin cleaning.
Seconds spun into minutes, and minutes into hours, Jungkook made sure to scrub and wipe down every corner littered with dirt in his small apartment, before organizing each waste and unuseful products into different disposable bin bags, ready to the thrashed.
Struggling with the bags in hand, Jungkook manages to push his front door open with the help of his knee, but stops dead in his tracks as soon as he caught sight of Seokjin. The man, was dressed in a sporty attire consisting of black thigh hugging bicker shorts and a sleeveless tally colored tank top, he was crouched to the ground on one knee, neatly knotting up his Nike sneaker laces. As soon as their eyes met, Jungkook quickly ducks his messy and sweaty hair, blinking his full lashes rapidly to avoid the awkwardness.
"What?" Seokjin asks, standing to his feet with a low grunt. "Why were you starring at me?"
Jungkook's eyes instantly widens at the info as if it were absurd, causing him to snort in disbelief. "Starring at you? Oh please, why would I ever do something like that?"
"Dunno__" Seokjin grins smugly, smoothening out his shirt, "maybe because I look good?"
Jungkook threw his head back dramatically, laughing out in disapproval. "Please don't kid yourself flower boy, I only got something in my eye and I was trying to get rid of it" he defended, determined to come across as completely unwavered.
Nodding his head curtly, Seokjin flashes the now red and flustered boy a small smile, before saying. "Whatever you say neighbor, whatever you say"
Jungkook didn't bother with a response, as he only watched the man gently push passed him, heading down the short flight of stairs while occasionally glancing down at the fitness wristwatch strapped around his veiny wrist. "Neighbor my ass, it's Jungkook for you!" He yelled right after him. But, he was certain his whines fell on deaf ears considering how Seokjin was already out of sight.
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Jungkook stood with both of his hands tucked inside the pockets of his scrub, his body inclined and leaned against the nearest wall, while awaiting his turn to use the vending machine. It was already hard enough knowing he had to continue coming into work without hopes of getting paid by the end of month, and now it was even harder watching the little boy in front of him battle with the machine like it fell from space.
Out of his utmost frustration, Jungkook squats to the floor, both of his arms rounding over his bended knees. "Hey little buddy" he called out, thereby garnering the little boys attention.
"What's wrong? Maybe I can be of help if you tell me, because right now you're holding up the line and I'm so dehydrated" Jungkook complained.
The little boys eyes instantly saddens, holding out a rusty penny in front of Jungkook's face, he says. "My granny is here, she keeps complaining of thirst and I wanted to buy her one of her favorite fruit punch, but I only have this penny on me which doesn't seem to be enough"
Jungkook could immediately feel his frustration seeping away at the boys words. This causes him to stand to his feet, quickly reaching into his back pocket to pull out a note instead. "I'm so sorry to hear that buddy, but it's okay though I'll help you out, so you need not worry " he said, cutting in front of the boy. "You can have one for yourself too" he added.
The little boy jumps in the air in excitement, his eyes shaped into crescent moons as his tiny fingers glided over the protective glass surface of the machine to point out his preference.
Jungkook reaches beneath the retriever, and pulled out two cans of fruit punch which he then handed over to the smiling boy who kept bowing in his direction. "Thank you sir, thank you so much" he singsonged, happily hopping away as Jungkook waved him off with a smile.
"Well, we'll, well, would you look at that?" A voice like a foghorn says, the accompanied footsteps also getting louder until they stopped right behind Jungkook. "Do I get a drink too?"
As soon as Jungkook whipped his head in the direction of the voice, his face instantly sours into a scowl. Was it really possible to dislike a person the way he disliked the man currently standing next to him?
"I guess not" The voice says yet again, tucking some of his stray bangs behind his ear.
Jungkook paid him absolutely no mind, it was quite obvious from the way he grabbed his drink from beneath the retriever and saunted away without a care in the world.
"Hey, Jungkook please wait up" The voice calls out, jogging behind the boy who made a clean curve down the hallway which led out to the field. "Jungkook please wait__"
"What the fuck do you want?" Jungkook retorted mid sentence, cutting the pleading man off.
"Jungkook please calm down, you're being too hard on me__"
"Oh really?" Jungkook scoffs with an intense eye roll which went on forever. "Too hard on you? dude, you've got to be kidding me. Looking back at it now, I really should have punched you in the guts, or better still poke you in the fucking eyes until they fell out!"
"Look, I'm sorry okay? It wasn't intentional, it just sort of happened__"
"Fuck you Bosung! Non of it was an accident like you've been trying to claim all along, you meant it, you meant every bit of it from the onset and you know it. So seeing how desperately you're trying to justify your actions by lying to me like a little prick, makes me even more grossed out by the fact that I agreed to give you a chance in first place"
Min Bosung, a tall lanky man in his late twenties, mainly characterized by his golden yellow hair and thin framed glasses, or like Jungkook liked to call him, Nocturnal. Couldn't quite help but sigh out exasperatedly, red eyes boring into Jungkook's angry ones.
Who knew a relationship of barely two months would end in such a brutal and vile note? For Jungkook, he sure as hell didn't give a hoot. If anything, he had since moved on from the fucker who tried to sedate him with drugs and lure him into bed without his consent nor permission. But for Bosung, it was quite the opposite, he couldn't move on from Jungkook, to him, the boy was one of the best things to ever happen in his life, and he couldn't bring himself to comprehend why on earth he'd ruined what they shared in the first place. But as of now, he wanted a redo, a second chance at that, and he wasn't going to stop until he got it.
"Baby lis__"
"Ba what? There's no way you're being serious right now, you must be way over your head" Jungkook spat venomously in disapproval.
"I'm sorry" Bosung pleaded, with little to no fierceness in his tone. "I'm sorry Jungkook, I really didn't know what came over me that night, but I never meant to hurt you, I loved you and you know it"
Jungkook's pupils suddenly disappears into his head by how hard he lolled his eyes backwards. "Love?" He chuckled like a crazed man, "please stop shitting yourself, I know a lot of things and also know love was the last thing you ever felt towards me. Infatuation maybe? or lust I suppose, but love? there was no way in hell you ever loved me man, not even a tinny bit"
Bosung gritted his fine set of dentition in agony, absolutely sick to his stomach by how Jungkook was ridiculing such a sensitive topic to him. But, he was here to seek forgiveness and wouldn't obviously do anything to jeopardize that at the moment.
"Jungkook can we please go somewhere else? Let's go somewhere quiet and talk about this please"
"No Bosung, we called this quit a long time ago and I'd very much appreciate it if we allowed it to stay that way. Thank you and have a nice life!" Jungkook said for the last time, turning on his heels and attempting to walk away.
But, Bosung had other plans, as he gripped Jungkook by the hair and yanked him backwards, causing his back to flush flat against his slim chest. "This is why we never got along, you don't listen to me baby, why is that though?"
Jungkook reflexively stomps on his toes with the heel of his chunky boot, causing Bosung to cry out in pain, his bottom lip tucked inbetween his teeth. Immediately the grip on his hair loosened, Jungkook made a run for it, dashing out through the exit door at the end of the hallway.
Tripping over one of his untied boot laces, he instantly loses his balance. Squeezing his eyes shut, he prepared his body to hit the concrete ground with a forceful impact, but to his utmost surprise he never made it to the ground, no matter how long he waited and waited, his body was still yet to hit the ground. Simply because he was suspended mid air by two strong arms which were carefully wounded around his waist and his back, in order to steady him in place.
I have so much planned for this book, I only hope I find the motivation to actually go through with all of it. Because as it stands right now__I think I'm beginning to suck at writing.