𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𓂃 ִֶָ [𝐉.𝐉𝐊]

STRAWBERRIES & CIGARETTES [CHAPTER 1]

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1| Doe-eyes

The young boy was sprinting towards his destination. Sweat dripping from his face. His coffee-coloured eyes were roaming here and there in haste and he was panting but still didn't halt to take breathe.

Only one thought was lingering in his mind. He wished he was Superman or maybe Iron man. He could have flown and reached there instantly but sadly he was a human, not a superhero. 

Jungkook extended his veiny arms to peek at his digital watch, only to be annoyed. A cuss made its way out of his chapped lips. Moistening them, he makes his pace faster.

Huffing and panting he halts at the green light. He tries to catch his breath but it felt like his lungs were not there anymore. Some part of him was relieved that he could stop and catch his breath but the other was impatient because he wanted to reach his destination on time.

"Why is my luck so bad! I have to reach there on time!" Jungkook whined, sweat trickling from his forehead. His slender fingers raised from his knees to push his now drenched-in-sweat hair back.

He licks his lips impatiently. Cussing for the second time today. "Why the hell its still red?" He complains, tsk-ing. A frustrating pout forms on his lips. His brown orbs glaring at the traffic light.

His wish was soon heard and he starts running again. He had an interview today but he didn't wake up, as he does always. His parents tried but it's so hard to wake him up--that's what they say. 

Flashback:

"JEON JUNGKOOK WAKE UP!!" Ignoring the shouts and the bright light flashing in his eyes, he whines  and changes his side, covering himself with his soft, fluffy blanket. Jungkook knew it was his interview today but still his sleep was more important than the boring ass interview.



"MOM! WHAT THE-" Jungkook gets up from the bed, drenched in water. Mrs. Jeon smirks looking at Jungkook, his clothes hugging his body, showing his abs. "That's what you get. Now get ready quickly and go give the interview." Mrs. Jeon says, with spatula in her hand.

Jungkook groans, throwing his head back. "I hate you." he mumbles. Mrs. Jeon pushes Jungkook towards the bathroom saying I love you too back to him. 





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Jungkook again glanced at his watch. He bumped his nose in someone's chest. It felt soft and round but it could have been fine if it was a boy. His addam apple bobbed up and down in nervousness. He made up his mind to get punched, kicked, or smacked.

He slowly raises his head, only to find the girl glaring at him with a scowl on her face. Her icy blue eyes were clear as the sky but filled with anger. Her eyes were like orchard in a garden.

Something was in her eyes that tempted him-He wanted to stay there and gawk at them. They were hypnotizing but he had no time to stand there and admire the art now.

"Don't you have eyes you son of a duck!" She snaps at him, her face covered with a mask. Jungkook cackles correcting her. "You mean son of a bitch?" She shakes her head. "I mean what I said."

She was about to utter a cuss soon when he recalled that he had really important work to do, so he hastily lets out a sorry and flee away.

The girl watched the boy disappear into the crowd, baffled. She tsk in annoyance staring at her cigarette on the ground. A sad pout forms on her plumpy lips.

Everything she needed right now was on the ground. He bumped into her and her cigarette fell from her hands.

She did'nt had any problem with him bumping into her. Even when he bumped into her chest, it was not there anyway. The problem was she was smoking and her cigarette fell.

She picks the cigarette from the ground, watching it burn into ashes. She wanted to burn that boy into ashes the same way.

Her icy blue glares in the direction the boy disappeared. "Doe-eyes." She mumbled. A cruel smirk forms on her lips. The cigarette slips from her  lean fingers, falling on the ground. Her foot raised to crush the cigarette underneath her feet, imagining the boy's crotch instead.

Satisfied with her imagination of killing the boy's future generation, she sinks her hand into her pocket to find the strawberry-flavour candy.

Chewing the candy she walks off from there, lighting a cigarette again but this time she didn't puff it, she chose to watch the cigarette burning into ashes.

It always brought her a different kind of satisfaction she couldn't find anywhere. It was fun to watch it burning into ashes just like her past was burned.

She wished she could do the same with her family but the poor girl couldn't or else she would have done it years ago.

"Should I go to hell? Or should I roam in heaven?" She questions herself.  Lifting her brows, she puts her fingers on her chin her, pondering wether she should go home or roam on the streets for a little while.

At last, she choose to roam in heaven for a while because as always heaven is a decent place than hell.

Thanks for reading
Strawberries & Cigarettes.

After a long time, the first chapter is finally published!

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