The days when no technology existed, love was written on letters, eyes were met, hands were frequently intertwined and romance was real.
Going back to 1988 when distance separated two fated people letters and emails coexisted binding the lovers tog...
"We are all broken, that's how the light gets in." - Ernest Hemingway
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"I'm sorry about that." Jungkook apologizes with sincerity. Hiding you behind him. Dealing with the angry father himself who was annoyed, furious and not at all willing to talk over the matter.
"Is an apology enough do you think?" The man frowns, towering over him with his height double as him. Looking intimidating from as far as you were. You were wondering how Jungkook kept his stance. If it were you in his shoes you could've pissed your pants.
It was that scary.
"I'm genuinely sorry sir. Is there anything other than an apology I can offer?" His English. So impressive that you were about to imagine you were in a Hollywood movie. It wasn't something to fawn over but as a mere Korean it seemed like a big deal since your native language was not English nor was Jungkook's. But yet he was here fluently speaking English.
Yes, he lived most of his childhood here in London it was meant for him to speak English but it was a different story when he was actually implementing it.
"Pay for it!" The man huffs out a angry flare with his nostrils. "Hundred dollars." He wasn't letting the both of you go so easily. You stand there comprehending the statement. Whether you heard it right or not but looking at his silence and his expression he meant it and yes, you heard it quite well.
Yeah it was your fault you broke the sand castle but taking a hundred dollars? Was the castle made of diamonds or gold? What the hell was wrong with him?
But it wasn't the only thing that shocked you, it was Jeon Jungkook, the man he is. Oh lord. He is already picking out his wallet from his pocket to get done with it. First thing, it wasn't his fault to begin with so why should he be the one paying? Second thing, why is he just simply being a good person who suddenly wants to give it away without arguing?
Money didn't grow on trees. Both of you were still in your mid-twenties and beginning to get used to money. Not like Jungkook wasn't rich. Even if he was, you wouldn't let him give away such a hefty amount just because of destroying a sand castle.
"What do you think you are doing?" You pull on Jungkook's elbow, stopping him from counting the amount on his fingers. He tilts his head slightly to hear you. "What am I doing, you ask?" He licks his fingertip before flipping the money again.
"You're not going to give him that money, right?" You whisper in his ears, pulling his hand closer to you so that you are audible to him but none of that works since Jungkook is quite stuck on his decision. He glances once at you, his hair brushing your eyes, "I am." He pushes your face away with his index poking your forehead, "So, do not intrude." And you stumble backwards taken aback.
