Jikook Oneshots/Smuts

The Mage Who's Magic Knew To Choose

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Summary: Jungkook has been homeless for most of his life. It wasn't imposed to him...he had chosen this life. His adoptive parents hadn't wanted of him and he had granted them the relief of his disappearance. On his 23rd  birthday, Jungkook receives the harsh present of reality. It might just be the best present he'd ever received...

"The man was curled up in a ball on the hard ground, embarrassed at how he would look to people passing by, if there were any at all. His eyes closed as he cried. He didn't want to be anymore. Not today at least.

"Look at me friend..."

A soft voice spoke in front of Jungkook, but he wasn't sure it was real. His eyes stayed closed.

"Must I feed you myself then?""

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Jungkook smiled at a passerby. His stomach was screaming in pain and hunger once again...well, it never truly was satiated. He sat on the cold sidewalk like usual at this time. But today was different, it was his birthday. He didn't remember well the last time he had cake for his birthday, and today he decided he would treat himself with this gift. He put up his sign as early as possible and waited.

The man was homeless for most of his life. In fact, he was in an adoptive family until he turned 13, but the people who'd adopted him, for some reason, got progressively more scared of him over time. It was never explained clearly to him what brought such fear to them from his young and calm self, but he often heard them speaking of him in a way that made it very clear they didn't enjoy his presence anymore.

When he turned 13, Jungkook decided he would do his adoptive parents a favor, and so he left during the night. He walked for a long time, not knowing where he was heading to, but never stopping, because he'd felt he was going where he belonged. When he'd stopped walking two days later, he didn't know clearly where he was, but this was the place where he felt he should be. There, he found himself a spot, and without a word, he installed himself on the side of a calm street.

On this very same street, 10 years later, he was still alive. Barely feeling like it at times, but he'd held the way. Most of the people passing by were familiar to him by now. People who always walked the same path. People who almost never stopped by to greet him or gift him enough money for a meal. But it was fine.

Today, Jungkook hoped. It was a special day, and his sign clearly spoke of his goal for today. He didn't get the kindness he was hoping for in the most part. "Mom look it's his birthday!" "Don't get fooled darling, he just writes that to get more money..." People continued walking; the ones who contributed looked at him with pity as they dropped no more than a penny in his cup. There were three of these kind people during the day. Each time, Jungkook looked at them with a sincere smile, hoping to let them know how thankful he was. His stomach hurt. It burned. It screamed at him to bring it delivery. His head thumped in pain as well. He knew himself to be severely dehydrated, but he still found the strength to put up a good front.

When the sun set and the night came, Jungkook started losing hope that he would get to make truth of his wish. His hopes ended up being stolen later. Two young men walked close to him. They stank of alcohol, but Jungkook still greeted them with a soft smile. The two smiled at each other with malice that Jungkook knew too well. This wasn't his first time with people of the sort, but he hoped to not have to deal with them on his special day. He heard dirty chuckles from the two before one of them stole Jungkook's cup. He ran away with Jungkook's hope while the other man looked at Jungkook. "Wait!" Jungkook found the strength to call out, but as soon as this word left his thin lips, a loud ringing pierced through the inside of his head.