Last words of a shooting star | YoonKook

Ch. 3

The morning of the fateful day arrived and Jungkook felt like absolute crap.

It wasn't because he felt the sudden chills, fear, or even regret but rather the fact that he had to do the base of his painting; sketches, varnishing, cleaning, and the setup for the studio where he and Yoongi would be meeting up in. He was too lax the past few months and now that he was about to finally do his work, all the weight crushed him in one go.

Oh, how he regrets it.

Jungkook looked at the time and groaned in frustration. It was 10 am and he has a class by 11 am.

"Should I go?" He moaned out whilst ruffling out his greasy hair.

To review his state, this man had no blink of sleep yet. He drank 2 cups of coffee, the rest was just multiple cans of Redbull and Monster drinks, and was covered with paint and sweat because he despises painting with the air conditioner on. For him, it felt wrong.

Finally mustering up the energy he has left, he stood up and dragged his limp and tired body towards the bathroom and proceeded to bathe himself. He turned the shower valve and felt the cool water rain on his head as it transitioned to warm water.

As he stood in front of the showerhead, he thought things out for a moment and closed his eyes to protect them from the water, as well as to reminisce. Was this really all that he may want? Because to be completely frank, he feels spiralled.

He was just very exhausted.

The reason he hadn't done anything with the project was because he was afraid; he was afraid of being consumed by it.

Jungkook was afraid that he will submerge himself again, that he'd pour out everything and anything of himself. He didn't want it to repeat again, he experienced firsthand how it affected everyone around him, and how it affected his state of mind. 

'Damn, just thinking about it makes me feel heavy...' he thought to himself. Feeling a bit sceptical of the weight, he opened his eyes. He was still fully clothed. 'Fuck.'

Lazily, he took off his clothes and threw them onto the bathroom floor with the initial plan of doing the laundry after his first art session with Yoongi was done. Then, he took a quick but proper bath as he soaked up all the warmth he can possibly need from inside the shower.

After bathing, drying, and clothing himself up with the pants and hoodie his eyes first landed on from inside his messed up closet, he grabbed his pre-prepped bag and scurried off towards his morning class, with the intent of just buying onigiri near the convenience store close to his school. It's not like he had any other choice anyways.

He couldn't afford to be late because of the iffy feeling he gets whenever he arrives not on time; it's the same feeling he gets whenever he paints with the air conditioning on.

Not really deadly but, rather, excruciating and lingering.

His house was near his university so he only walks for an estimated 15 minutes which serves him less hassle, but for the average person, the walk is actually for 25 to 30 minutes.

This scenario in itself proves the theory of him as a physical education major student, which shocks not only the students but also all the people involved in the university, not only the students.

Once he reached the convenience store, he reached for the nearest Onigiri brand and bought some coffee and water. He walked to the counter, had it punched, and went on his way inside the campus.

Once he reached the gates, his eyes furrowed because he saw a familiar figure. From the back, it looked like Yoongi. He knew he shouldn't mind it because if he did then he would risk his future but... something about the alumni's aura alludes to him. It draws him in further. And, for a moment, Jungkook felt his worries evaporate.