𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 「ᴛᴀᴇᴊɪɴᴋᴏᴏᴋ」

ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1) - ᴀ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʜᴏʟᴅ

"I collect memories. I look for opportunities to try new things, go to new places, and meet new people all the time. " -Marcel Wanders

Memories are just a delusion and a certain point of standard. A matter of past stages, a starting point for future improvement. This was the idea that kept young Jungkook in a stable condition, opening his mind and spreading his opportunities to overcome the darkness of his past.
During high school he has been trapped into a continuous loop of events. Every place, every corner, every person and color would remind him of the past, his brain would associate those shades of environment to the shades of his memories and- "Move already! You stupid asshole!" A sudden voice broke the chain of his thoughts, his eyes widening in confusion, unconsciously jerking away without even realizing what's going on around him.
"Oh you're the new guy..." The boy in front of him was visibly softening, a nervous laugh following his words. "Sorry to scare you, thought it was my roommate. Sometimes i wish i wasn't cursed to spend my time with such idiots..."

What came after, hit young Jungkook like a truck. A throb settling in his stomach. The boy smirked at him, playfully hitting his shoulder. "Speaking of which... hmm..." and he was getting closer as his eyes were locking all around Jungkook's body, the stare bringing tingles through every inch of his skin. His eyes tracing every corner of his body, making him shrink, his heartbeat quickening at the point of pumping through his chest.

Jungkook's POV

Unconsciously taking a step back, the boy suddenly laughed and patted my back, pulling me by the hand. "You're going to walk around so dreamy around here, you might fall. In the wrong hands too."

"I am only looking for the dorms, uhm... please?" I said, trying to pull my hand away from his, darting my eyes at the awkward silence that was settling into the pit of my heart, all those stares and thoughts that were roaming through my mind...it was all feeling as if I was waking up from a lucid dream. Everything was happening in slow motion, the wind that was only breezing seemed to hit harder and slower against my bare hands and the slight movements of his hair were getting smoother and slower.

"Hah yes of course, I will show you, come on." He laughed and started dragging me towards the campus at a fast pace that I was almost running to keep up with him and not get myself lost. "Come on already, keep up!" One glace behind started another laugh from him, seeing how i was roaming my eyes around every single door, before bumping into him.
"Youre too fast..." I panted, holding my hands on my knees, breathing out heavily, trying to catch my breath. "Please gimme a mi-" Grabbing my hand again, the boy snatched me and started dragging me down the hallway, passing the brown wooden doors too quickly for me to read the numbers of it. Only I could figure out was that they were going higher and higher "40, 41,... 60, 61... 67.. 68... 72" And a sudden stop, making me trip on the other's feet.
"Phew, we're here! This is it! Come on come on, lemme show you! Take out the keys-" He stopped, looking at me. "What's your name?"

It took me a moment to answer the boy's question, my mind going blurry and clouded from all the running, engulfing my lungs almost as if I couldn't breathe at all. "Jungkook.. Jeon Jungkook." I looked behind after opening the door, the unusual silence popping up questions into my mind, all answered in a snap of fingers by the absence of the boy. I started looking around, darting my eyes to every corner that could've hidden him from my sight. Nothing. It was deadly quiet, no door opening, no sound coming from the supposedly taken dorms around... After taking out the key from the lock, I pushed the door open, revealing a brightly lit room, curtains waving in the breeze of wind, the sun-bathed table turning the light brown wood into a golden shade, almost royal. To my surprise, it wasn't dusty to the touch, the floor didn't creak under my feet as I stepped inside, and the bed didn't appear cold as I sat down.