Twilight of Itaewon | Taekook ✔

30. Mayhem or Myth

The warm morning light peeked into the room through the dirty white curtains. Birds chirping and chilly breeze touching the leaves. Humming at the light disturbing his sleep, the male squirmed and pulled the blanket over his head.

Two more minutes, he was about to fall into the deep slumber again, when the sound of rustling near his bed made him lazily open his eyes. The male groaned. He looked to see what's that sound disturbing his beauty sleep.

Holy mother of earth, and moon, f*ck f*ckity f*cking f*ck Park Jimin?!

The male rubbed his eyes again. He couldn't believe this. What the hell was happening with him? Knees weak and with a terrified face, the male pulled his hair and stared at the man next to his bed.

The other was wearing a pink sweater and blue jeans, eyes wide and searching something in the drawers, the bracelets on his hands dangling and chimes occasionally. Plump lips pressed together and blond hair neatly parted on his forehead. His muscled biceps flexing as he hums something. The male was short and soft. Definitely, it's none other than Park Jimin.

Before he could do anything, he felt Jimin's eyes boring holes into him like he was naked. The male gripped his blanket and continued staring at Jimin. The short guy scoffed at him and said.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. "

The voice. He heard the voice. It's not only lips moving but he can hear a small voice yelling. Blinking twice, he sat on the bed and followed Jimin's movements as the said male walked out of the room. He clutched hard on the blanket and tried to concentrate on his heartbeat. It was calm almost like the whispering wind lulling him to sleep. Wait, his heart is beating.

The train of thoughts cut off and he walked out from the very familiar room to the living. There it was chaos. Beer cans, pizza boxes, cigarettes, trash everywhere. And who's that cleaning? Hobi? If it's then, the heck is hobi doing there? Wasn't he supposed to be on...

The raven-haired male just stared at the living. The aroma of Kimchi pancakes and Jajjangmyeon already filling his nostrils. He tried to register the odd things happening around him. No. Not odd. Devastating. Terrifying. And much more. The male tried to move his feet and walk towards the couch. His whole world spinning around him, making him want to throw up. But surprisingly, he felt fine, nice, and...alive? Yes.

He wanted to shout at those who trying to prank him. But everything felt dry down on his throats, weak on his knees and mouth gape opens when he found that. Words didn't come out of his mouth as he stared at the eyes. The very familiar eyes. And that's when his world crumbled as the smooth voice whispered to him.

"Kookie..."

Jeon Jeongguk is a goner for illegal things. Sucker for cigarettes, talented officer, and hardworking person, loving man, and a lot more. But he's one more today.

Kookie.

Yes, that's him.

The eyes, the hazel eyes glancing to his soul softly. The silky silver hair dancing with the breeze and the pink lips pressing together to a pout and nose scrunching up. The thin white shirt gulps the small frame of the boy and it was an adorable sight to Jeon Jeongguk's eyes.

The lips again moved and Jeongguk stopped breathing. He tried to read those words rolling out of the pink lips of the boy.

"Kookie..."

He heard it again. Jeongguk still dumbfounded forgot to reply. So, the other shook him, holding his shoulder softly.

"Kookie?"

Jeongguk whispered. He doesn't know what he was saying and what he was doing anymore. Because at his feet, he has his world shattered to pieces, things destroyed, and all messy. Yet, he was living. His heart was beating. Oh, another dirty game of fate.