Today was just like how Jeon Jungkook would prefer it to be, a very well correspond to his mood; bleak and heavy. He stared up at the grayish sky hovered over him but not cursing the grimance of those dark clouds like how others who past the road did for not having any shield to protect themselves.
He gazed at the callous downpour, trying to contemplate, if this was any company offered through his deary weather or was mocking him?-by lashing huge sharp droplets of water on him. Jeon's mood frequently gets lifted by watching the rain drizzling whenever he is weighed down by something unpalatable.
He rolled up his coffee brown colored shirt's sleeve up to the elbows, showing his watch with a shattered stroke on glass, nonetheless employed enough to show perfect time. His driver offered to fetch Jeon to the building standing opposite side of the road with the help of a hold on an umbrella. But, Jungkook refused, smiling faintly to his humbled driver.
He handed himself the black umbrella, trudging for the desired place, he was infact late, but couldn't care to speed up. His phone dinged for the message he received: The meeting with Jeon. Co is canceled.
He chuckled in bubbling up of an utter irkness. This happens alot, increasingly these past few months. Such a simple cold reply with no apology for sudden inconvenience. Such a famed company who abruptly cancels meeting on a chatting app as if Jeon's company was on term of some lowlife.
"Can't even phone me to show their inconvenience or atleast stick any boring apology and they say I don't know how to maintain affinity." he groaned loudly in an unison with a roar of the thunder. He laughed at the sky. "You're making fun of me, aren't you? Yeah have fun." he stared at clouds ignoring two girls passing beside him who ave him confused eyes when a handsome man talked to sky.
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He crashed his umbrella into the bucket loaded with many other umbrellas near the threshold. He carefully walked, tried not to slip on the wet floor. He looked up from the floor to see people gathered around taking the chairs that were orderly placed in round manner in the middle of whole large neat hall. He could hear small mutters echoing in the walls of this spacious room, people initiating talks with strangers sitting beside.
There weren't many present to Jeon's relief who was gradually turning into a misanthropic-as he didn't liked the idea of too many mankind around him. And to his distaste, he belonged to the same category.
He took a seat in middle of two empty chairs. Even when someone claimed of the place, he didn't spoke a word to them. His judging eyes scurred at each. It has turned into his habit to try seeing people through the facade they wear. Even if a rare true smile could be seen, he was to mark it as a flawless acting. Too many fake smiles, their artificial cheer sounded horrible to his ears. He could see how they were trying to provide some gaiety to other from the problems bestowed upon themselves. They initiated friendliness just to mask their own gray faces.
None of them actually cared about others but themselves, yet offering some words like: 'Time heals everything'- 'It's just a phase.'-'I'm here for you.' - 'You can message me whenever you feel empty.'
Oh is it? Then why are you here? Why can't this generous ideas you are throwing, won't work on yourself? Just be open and say that you are just bunch of suicidals trying to display their unguaranteed care, to cheer each other by entertaining their own troubles. He could see how the smiles they wore fell faster than any pull of gravity.
He didn't like being here, he hated to be in the middle of strangers sharing the same gloomy atmosphere. How would any stranger provide help when his own close ones has stranded him?
