Caught Up, In Neverland [JM]

[Chapter 8- Appreciate What You Have]

[Chapter 8- Appreciate What You Have]

♤sorry for any grammar or spelling errors in advance♤

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He walks to his work with his fists shoved deep into his jacket pockets. The cold air still manages to bite into his skin and he shrugs it off, no longer caring about how his lungs are practically aching from the freezing wind. He breathes a deep sigh instead as he twists his lollipop in his mouth, trying to get rid of the urge to smoke as his continuous steps echo around him.

At one point in time, he didn't care about the fact the cigarettes he smoked were slowly killing him. In fact, he had hoped the cigarettes would take him as soon as possible. He wanted the cigarettes to kill him, but the realization of what he had brought him back to reality-sort of. He had to be there for them- no matter what.

He knows that everyone is going through a tough time, so he wants to be strong- especially in front of Taehyung. He knows what it's like to be mistreated by their father.

"Ah you're here! Help me out?" His boss calls out to him and he nods as he jogs forward, his hands leaving his pockets hurriedly. He bends down and picks up a set of large heavy boxes to take them inside the gas station to help stack them into their shelves appropriately.

"Thanks a bunch", his boss calls out and all he does is smile, acknowledging his boss'.

He kind of feels bad for his boss. He knows that his boss has to work at a shitty gas station with him and he knows that he must be a pain to deal with. But, he is grateful for the job he has. Without it, he wouldn't be able to help support his mom who is also working as well.

If he were to be honest with himself, he would say that his mom hates him. He refers to not think about it though and tries to keep his mind occupied. It works sometimes when he's with his friends, but there are other times when he feels hopeless.

"You alright?"

He jumps from the noise coming from behind him and he almost drops the boxes. With a nod while maneuvering his tongue to shove his lollipop to the side, he gives his boss another smile which is returned with a pat to the back.

"Yep... just fine", he replies in a melancholic voice once his boss exit the room. He turns back to his work and finishes stacking the objects from the box accordingly- making sure all the objects are where they're supposed to be.

He admits that his job is a tad bit depressing as well. His other co-workers don't treat him right and the customers don't treat him that great either. He learns to tolerate it though and tries to ignore their curses. He simply gives them a smile to show that it doesn't bother him and they simply flip him off or give him another curse word.

"Fill her up!" He hears a co-worker yell from behind him. He turns his head to see the guy jab his thumb towards a pick-up truck to signify that the car needed gasoline in its tank. With a nod, he sets down the items he was holding and walks passed the dumbfounded worker.

Usually, the boy would have cursed under his breathe or said something foul, but this time he kept his mouth shut. This shocked the worker and he stood their- completely flabbergasted.

Without a glance back, the boy takes the nozzle out of its compartment and places it into the already opened tank. His eyes glance from the nozzle to the man that stepped out of the car, his face tattooed and pierced on different parts of his body.

"Don't spill gasoline on my truck, boy", the man tells the boy and he rolls his eyes at this- already fed up with the man's rude behavior.

"I've been doing this for years, sir. You really expect me to be clumsy and spill gas on your truck?" The boy snaps back and the man grits his teeth in response. The boy only shrugs at this and takes another look at the truck.