SHOOT YOUR SHOT ;; TAEKOOK

17

It's a strange thing you know, to pack up your whole life when you are all too aware of needing to unpack somewhere along the way, at the point of final destination – the end of your journey.

It seemed silly really, to go through so much effort, knowing fine well everything would need to be unboxed so soon.

Taehyung couldn't help but wonder how all of his belongings would look in his new 'home'.

Admittedly, there wasn't very much. He did not have a great deal to treasure – no hoards of collectibles or trinkets to cherish, nor mounds of memories held within photo albums and picture frames to pour over.

Taehyung's closet was sparse and the larger items in his possession would be remaining here.

Taehyung would have to scrap his truck, leave his computer and printer, and his decrepit television and DVD player would likely fall apart the minute they were moved an inch – so they were going nowhere.

The TV aerial also liked to stab him. Taehyung hadn't switched the blasted thing on in months for fear of a fight.

It could stay with Jooan. Revenge is a sweet, sweet thing.

No. Taehyung had a limited supply of personal effects. Sad really... when you think about it.

Nearly nineteen years he had spent on this earth, and he would be lucky to fill three boxes.

Well, that's not strictly true. Taehyung had a decent collection of books...

True to his word, Jungkook had a mass of moving boxes, bubble wrap, labels and tape awaiting his return this afternoon.

It looked like cardboard factory hell to Taehyung – a little over the top Mr. Jeon, no?

And when Jungkook said 'awaiting my return', he meant that quite literally. The poor delivery man had been sitting outside for nearly an hour before he pulled up.

Taehyung buried the 'I wonder how much this particular service cost him' thought deep, deep down.

Recently, everything was about dollar signs. Taehyung was sick to death of thinking about money at every turn.

The delivery man – Grammy, had brought everything inside for him, and promised to swing by again early tomorrow morning to get everything picked up.

Taehyung felt a little... off, knowing that his things would be at Jungkook's house in New York before he was.

Taehyung's life in boxes... in a strange place... with no him.

He tried to squash down the unease.

Taehyung decided to start with his closet first. He found his tattered, old, brown leather suitcase sat up high on the top shelf; there was something incredibly Paddington Bear-esque about it.

It had seen him through many journeys during his time, lugging his things about without complaint every summer whilst he moved from his mother's home to his father's.

Parts of it were badly torn now, and he wasn't wholly convinced the handle would stay in tact.

But it was the only one that he had. Hopefully it would see him through this one last leg.

Taehyung's closet was relatively bare. He had what he needed, though admittedly most of the items now needed replacing.

Taehyung's shopping trip with Jimin last week had been the first in a very long time. He had been so anxious to save every penny he had for college, that he had dared not spend any money this past year.