Jeon Jungkook surely felt humbled towards his life on rare occurrence of time when woke up without tears wetting his cheeks, half dried up and other rolling to ears and damping his cushions. When he slept but didn't woke up tired, worn out. He didn't had any nightmares as an unwilling guest or he wasn't abruptly jolted up through harsh breathing and anxiety that pounces on him anytime like a sleep paralysis demon. He loved when he wakes up normal. And good day starts from right there.
He found that he didn't received any messages that he least waits for. And felt grateful when when nobody with the faces that he despises, showed up in his office. Oh I should make a personal diary just to write about today.
Something in him might trivial yet felt good. It was still left, a sense in his body to enjoy something. Or maybe he was just basking himself in goodness that he learned to see through small mere things.
It was as usual a slow day in work, so he decided to lurk out for nothing. He putted hands in pocket and walked on the road.
A sigh like a free bird came through him, when the wind passed, no harsh sun rays, no heatwaves, just a perfect day for him to admire.
And someone bumped into his shoulder giving him a sense of annoy, "Have a side." He coldly remarked and walked further without giving that person any glance.
But his steps halted on it's own when that familiar sound of wheels reached his ears. He turned on his heels to see beautiful boy standing, staring right at back at him with the earphone unplugged in of his one ear, hanging near chest.
His countenance screened offended. "Jeon Jungkook." boy whined, humph, pacing to the person he named. Jungkook would want to run away for the way those tingles slathered on his body yet he stood there stupefied as if a magnet didn't let him go away. Seokjin just took his name! Then why his heart is getting so feraled.
"You didn't recognized me? How come you can pass through me as if I am a stranger? I'm disappointed in you." he stepped little close to Jungkook and removed the earphone from his ear and kept it inside his carry bag, his other hand, holding the long handle of oxygen bag sitting on road.
Jungkook, who didn't knew what he should say, cleared his throat. "Where are you lurking, oxygen boy?" Seokjin's mouth turned more down in upset and looked at him in disbelief.
"Oxygen boy!? Don't tell me you forgot my name?" he glared. "I thought we were friends."
"Of course, I know your name." Jungkook stated. "Min Seokjun, right?" he confidently kept on the table.
Seokjin deadpanned, "What?"
"Oh, it's not?-let me take a guess." he really loved to pull the pisser out of Seokjin who was emitting some adorable angry faces. Jungkook acted to think. "Umm~ ah! Got it, Seokjung."
Seokjin couldn't help but pass through him with muttering incoherents that showed his upset and walked away, causing Jungkook to turn to him and run behind to catch that boy.
After they shared their numbers, Seokjin really tried hard to get them both on terms of best friends through bombarding him with messages, missed calls, some memes and voice messages too. First it really annoyed Jungkook, he was about to block him but that man with an aura where you can't simply ignore him or least say 'no' didn't let Jungkook delete him out.
Well, next day it felt a bit nice and guilty to see that Seokjin was still trying to get a message back from Jungkook who kept him on read. Then he decided whenever he'd meet Seokjin in person, he won't ignore him anymore. He would heartily accept to be his friend. Jungkook realized that he wouldn't get any more adoring friend than this Kim Seokjin.
