meaning | Taekook

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The following days were filled with Jungkook trying to construct his new furniture and making his apartment feel like home. Countless hours of painting and moving around heavy sofas finally payed off, when jungkook could for once in these hectic days lie on his sofa with a huge breath of relief.

Moving around furniture wasn't the hardest part, thanks to jungkook's godly strength. Rather it was the patience that came with putting the furniture together, having to make sure every little screw was in the right place, not being able to understand the booklet that looked like it was written in gibberish and not having the patience to trial and error.

So to say jungkook was exhausted would be an exception. The boy was drained of all energy, but hey at least his apartment looked pretty?.

It was painted a light beige colour and was decorated with wooden furniture. He tried to make it as homely as possible, by adding pictures of his family and places in Korea. It had plants and vines on the balcony, overlooking the beautiful city of Paris.

Eventhough it had been nearly two weeks in his new home, jungkook had yet to venture in the magical outdoors. Having his groceries and essentials delivered to him and being busy with decorating his apartment, he never had the chance to leave his apartment.

So that's why on this Sunday breezy night jungkook decided to take a walk in a nearby park he had seen from the taxi when he first arrived. Even with the August summer, the nights were full of a cool breeze (giving jungkook an excuse to try on his new outfits, that sadly no one would see).

Just as the clock hit 9 jungkook finished washing his dishes and made his way to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, before wearing a a blue jumper with baggy jeans. He put in his trainers and grabbed his essentials, making his way to the front door.

Jungkook locked his door and happily skipped to the elevator. When he reached the final floor he bid a goodbye to the security guard and made his way to the park. Along the way he took hundreds of pictures with his camera. Capturing every single thing that caught his attention. From the tall skyscrapers to the squirrel he saw frantically making its way up a tree.

He giggled to himself when he saw a stranger bump into a lamppost, too busy on his phone to see were he was going. The man cursed in french while holding onto his head. With jungkooks limited french skills he manged to pick up a few of those words.

Oh. That reminds him he still needs to start talking French lessons. If he really wanted to succeed he needed to know what his teachers were were saying in the first place. Making a mental note to look for ways to improve his language skills he finally arrived infront of the park.

It was pretty big and contained a little area for kids to play in. Although most of it was just a big field with trees and what looked like fairy lights decorating a path that circled around the whole park.

Taking a sip from his water bottle, jungkook started Jogging on the path. His intention wasn't to jog in the park but i mean he had nothing better to do.

It wasn't long before our protagonist realised the mistake he made with his outfit choice. The jumper helped warm him up but his jeans had holes near the knees, letting the cold breeze in and making his legs shiver. This was also the time he noticed he wasn't wearing a coat. Good job jungkook.

Having a defeated look on his face, with a heavy heart and tears breaming his eyes, jungkook went back to finishing his first and only lap.

As jungkook walked towards the gate, from which he could leave, he felt like he could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Jungkook saw flowers and waterfalls all around the gate. Butterflies littered the place and birds chirped in the background He felt like there were angels singing in his ears and pianos playing in the background. With drowsy eyes and a dumb smile on his face he walked into the hands of an angel, closing his eyes and snuggling into the warm cotton as the wing wrapped around him.

Instead it wasn't a angel. Completely different actually.

He snapped out of his daydream once he heard a cough. Do angels cough?. Well jungkook was about to find out.

They don't. Not this one anyway.

The man looked like an angel (there was no denying that) . But he lacked the mejestic wings and glowing halo that jungkook imaged angels would have. His sharp eyes and sculptured face made him look more like he was carved out of clay by the hands of a hands of an expert than a magical creature.

The hands around his waist- Wait the hands around his waist?. Jungkook's eyes went wide in realisation.

He was in the hands of a random stranger. Omg what if he was a murder?? Or maybe he was here to kidnap him.

Thinking all these negative thoughts (rightfully so), jungkook did the most logical thing he could think of in that moment.

He ran away. Yep he ran the normally 20 minute walk to his apartment in 10 minutes and quickly locked his apartment door. Sliding down the against the door, he wiped his forehead that was filled with sweat. Was it from the running or the fear? He didn't know.

After collecting his thoughts and coming back to his senses, jungkook got up and grabbed himself a glass of water. Chugging it on a few gulps he went back to catching his breath and calming his heartbeat.

Jungkook sat on his bed and replayed the whole scene back in his head. Even if it was hard to admit, he knew he was in the wrong. He was the one who had bumped into the stranger and then he decided to run away. Could you /really/ blame him though? It was a fight or flight response and jungkook couldn't even imagine punching the handsome mans perfect jawline.

Even after convincing himself it wasn't his fault he still grabbed onto the nearest pillow and screamed into it. Releasing his frustration at himself.

It was safe to say, jungkook would not be leaving his apartment ever again. Well not until uni starts. Until then jungkook could just spend his time in his cozy little apartment.

It was nearly 11 that night when jungkook finished his night routine and made his way to his bed. Wrapping himself like a burrito with his blanket, like he used to do in Korea. And just as he was about to slip into dream land his brain decided this would be the best time to remind him that he had to call his sister.

And that's exactly what he did (after groaning and hit his head for reminding him just when he was about to sleep).

As much as he wanted to sleep he knew the lecture he would get in the morning would not be pleasing.

He used this opportunity to rant about his day and how shit it had been, obviously including the incounter with the stranger.

Not forgetting to leave out the fact that he looked like a Greek god, had a perfectly chiseled, the big hands an- Well you get the point.

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I wrote this and thought I had already posted it lol 😭😭.

Anyways hope you enjoyed!!

See you next time.