"Hey..."
Jungkook buried his head further under the blanket in the hopes of being able to block out the man's voice but it was useless. he was already awake enough to hear that the entire den was filled with people: loud voices and laughter, the sound of chairs being pulled out and things being slammed down on tables. Even at this hour he could smell the unmistakable scent of cheap beer and he wasn't at all surprised. The building was always filled with the tang of booze and the sour notes of other things too. Pot, much like what would be getting shoved inside his backpack a few minutes from now. But regardless of this fact he didn't really want to get up. The broken settee wasn't really comfortable but he was used to it and at least he had managed to get into a nice position; legs tucked up in front of him and one arm folded underneath his single pillow. He was warm and snug and he would happily lie like this for a few minutes longer if he could.
"Hey kid, wakey wakey."
He mumbled something at this and managed to pull the blanket all of the way over his head so that he was no longer visible under the knitted woolen shroud. When he took a breath it was also warm and he could smell the detergent it had been washed with trying to cover the stink of booze. It was a nice scent, powdery and faintly floral and-
"Come on, get your ass up, kid!"
A hand grabbed hold of the blanket and rudely wrenched it off him. Jungkook tried to snag a handful of it but his fingers closed on nothing but air. Then his shoulder was being shoved hard a few times and it was enough to make him open his eyes. The first thing he saw was black and it took him a few seconds to figure out that it was someone's trousers, the material wrinkled from wear and clearly not ironed. His eyes wanted to close again because his eyelids felt so heavy but he forced himself to blink a few times and lessen the need. He shifted and managed to sit upright after a little effort, hearing the settee groaning from the movement as he did.
"Urgh...what time is it?" Jungkook asked as he reached up and rubbed at his eyes roughly. He rubbed so hard that he saw little galaxies of stars under his eyelids and he didn't even try to cover a wide yawn that escaped. He dropped his hands back onto his lap and looked up to see who had woken him up.
It wasn't hard to recognise the man for Jaebum always wore shades even when there was no need to. He was almost convinced that the man would wear them at night time too, and when he went to the bathroom. The thought was enough to make him snort to himself and behind the shades he could picture the man's eyes narrowing at him in confusion. He wasn't wearing his jacket - which would be equally as creased as his trousers - and his white work shirt was undone to reveal his vest underneath. The sleeves were rolled up too and Jungkook could see his tattoos in stark relief against the white cotton. The head of one dragon was visible over the top of his vest, the tail curling up near his upper ribs, and he knew that the other two were hidden behind the vest. Jaebum had several more smaller ones on his arms but they were all more or less the same things: dragons, fangs, fire, anything related to their gang. But despite him having nearly ten tattoos on his upper body he wasn't even the most heavily tattooed member that Jungkook had met. Even Yoongi had more tattoos than that on his single arm.
"Time for you to get the hell outta here, kid," Jaebum said as he lifted an arm and cocked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the storefront. "You got a job to do."
"I know, I know, but seriously, what time is it?" The man sighed and lifted his wrist to eye his watch. Only then in his sleepy state did Jungkook remember that he had his own watch. He told him that it was 10:13am and Jungkook shifted on the settee to collect his blanket from the floor where Jaebum had carelessly dropped it. "Did Yoongi leave a key?"
