EXCESSIVE | ᴋᴏᴏᴋᴠ

16

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The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across Jungkook’s bedroom. He stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open as he instinctively reached for his phone on the bedside table. When his eyes landed on the time, his heart skipped a beat, and panic immediately set in.

"Shit!" Jungkook muttered under his breath, his mind racing. He had overslept—there was no way he could make it to the office on time now. He threw the covers off and was about to jump out of bed when he suddenly froze, his thoughts catching up with him.

'Wait… I don’t have to go to the office anymore. I quit.'

The realization hit him like a wave, and for a moment, he just stood there, half out of bed, his heart still racing. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face.

Feeling a surge of contentment, Jungkook finally got out of bed, this time at a more leisurely pace. He stretched, letting out a satisfied yawn, and headed to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. He wasn’t in the mood for anything fancy—just something simple and satisfying. He settled on scrambled eggs and toast, the comforting smell filling the small kitchen as he cooked.

As the eggs sizzled in the pan, Jungkook picked up his phone again, noticing a few unread messages from Jimin. He leaned against the counter, a small smile on his lips as he opened the chat.

'Hey, Kook, how’s everything going? It’s been a while since we talked. Are you doing okay? I’ve been thinking about you and just wanted to check in. Let me know if you need anything or just want to chat. Miss hanging out with you!'

Jungkook chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through him. It was comforting to know that Jimin was thinking about him. He quickly typed a response, his fingers moving swiftly over the screen.

'Hey, Jimin. I’m good, just trying to figure some things out. Thanks for checking in, it means a lot. We should catch up soon.'

Before sending the message, he added a quick note, asking about his mother.

'How’s my mom doing? Is she okay?'

Satisfied, he hit send and returned to his breakfast. The eggs were perfectly cooked, and the toast was just the right amount of crispy.

After finishing his meal, Jungkook cleaned up the kitchen and decided to lie down on the couch for a bit. The soft cushions felt heavenly against his back, and he let out a contented sigh as he scrolled through his phone. Social media, news, a few random videos—nothing too engaging, just enough to pass the time.

As he continued to scroll, his eyes drifted across the room, landing on his guitar, propped up against the wall. A sense of nostalgia washed over him. It had been too long since he’d picked it up, too long since he had played anything meaningful. He used to spend hours with that guitar, lost in music, letting it take him away from whatever was bothering him. But in the chaos of the past few weeks, he had almost forgotten how much it meant to him.

Slowly, Jungkook sat up, his gaze fixed on the guitar. A determined look crossed his face as he got up and walked over to it, gently lifting it into his hands. He ran his fingers over the strings, feeling the familiar texture beneath his fingertips. It was like reconnecting with an old friend.

"Looks like it’s time to get back to work," Jungkook murmured to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips. The guitar had always been more than just an instrument to him—it was a part of who he was, a way for him to express himself when words failed. And now, it was going to help him find his next path.

He carefully cleaned the guitar, making sure it was in perfect condition.

Jungkook dressed in comfortable yet presentable clothes, wanting to make a good impression wherever he ended up that day. With his guitar slung over his shoulder, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. He wasn’t just looking for a job—he was looking for a place where he could truly belong.