Barcode [VKook|YoonMin] Eng ver.

Part 3

"Jungkook"

"Jungkook!"

Raised my eyebrows.

"Since when do you call me by my first name?"

"Ooo how much you ar..."

He shrugged and whispered while nagging.

I was distracted by Jimin when I heard some of Hyung-shik and Shivon talking while eating at the side table.

"I passed Eiun-woo too!"

"Oh, well, you get a great commission from Gangnam Gay Bar, right?"

"The boy was literally stumbling in misery! Now he has a place to sleep, food and a job!"

He shrugged proudly and continued.

"also he enjoys his every night"

Shivon laughed mischievously and whispered. Hyung-shik laughed too

"Boss is too lucky because of me!"

I turned to Jimin when hit my arm and stared at him angrily. He was neither scared nor surprised! It was as if he was familiar with my behavior.

"I say why don't you listen to me?"

My whole mind was on the words of those two.

"maybe you don't matter to me."

Ignoring him, I walked around the dining table and left the hall.

I waited, back of the school door for about twenty minutes. After they had left school, I walked behind them.

After a hundred meters, they parted ways. I called him from behind.

"hyung-shik!"

He turned to me in surprise. I approached him. He raised his eyebrows.

"jeon Jungkook? What do you want?"

I couldn't believe it. Why did I follow him? I exhaled greedily.

"job!"

He stared at me numbly for a few seconds.

"job? What job?"

I put my lips in my mouth. I wasn't even sure that this was the only way and all the route I had followed them. But I was somehow more tired than looking for a more honorable job!

"which you found for Eiun woo"

With this word, like he had just realized the case, he changed his surprised face style and stood up straight.

"it's not that easy"

I stared at him numbly. It was no longer important for me to be humbled in front of those from whom my misery had been hidden all along.

"follow me!"

He whispered, after a minute of silence and being eyes to eyes.

Poverty and famine made honor, humanity and vanity to become nonsense.

Poverty made the life to become nonsense to me.

monelessness and hunger had made honor, humanity and pride become meaningless.

Lack of money had made life meaningless to me.

*****

A narrow alley whose tall building made it look dark in broad daylight. It was only a few meters away from my house. I grinned for a second, thinking, "My house? "Ironically, they get permission to stick the property extension overnight. I bit my lip tightly.