AKIHABARA, JAPAN
19:34 P.M.
책 하 나。
"FUCK"
her body flinches when the word leaves her lips, and the amount of times she said the word, almost as if she practiced saying it religiously. it sounded so beautiful, vulgar, and crude. a day never went by without the annual fuck. Many people wouldn't curse in front of strangers, but the odd thing was that never seemed to bother her. It was almost as if it closed the distance between the two.
Fuck.
who knew a four lettered word had so much power?
these thoughts were racing through Jungkook's head at 2:00 a.m in the dark, as he laid on the dusty, hand-me-down couch of his apartment in Korea, alone. His thoughts were so vivid, so loud it was almost as if he was back there in Akihabara next to his favorite anime store.
he closes his eyes and he's back in Japan, re-living everything.
after arriving in japan, jungkook's dreams had been crushed.
don't get him wrong he thought japan, definitely, was an unforgettable experience. the exciting rush hours that never seemed to end, and the beautiful cherry blossoms in full bloom covering the sky in shades of pink he never even knew existed. all of it was overwhelmingly beautiful, and simply breathtaking.
it's just he thought it'd be more like you know.....the animes he watches.
he expected to get his own harem or some shit like that, which is the exact opposite of what had happened. Instead he felt uncomfortable everywhere, like he stuck out and everyone was watching him even though he knew no one really cared.
jungkook made the idiotic mistake of not actually, learning the basics of japanese before getting there and decided to rely completely and utterly on the broken Japanese he had picked up from the anime, One Piece. he ended up mispronouncing everything, and tried to cover his mistakes up with a thick Japanese accent so people wouldn't judge him.
all it really ended up doing was make him look uncultured and super fucking racist .
he stood aloof gazing intensely at the inside of a very busy game store. people were bustling in and out, at a rapid pace. he felt the breeze as people brushed passed him. the saddest part was that this was probably the most entertaining thing that has happened to him all week.
feeling lonely, he had felt as if his little fragile heart was about to crumble to pieces,
a girl with a crimson red umbrella inches towards him, next to the corner of the shop he was at. she had jet black straight hair with some pigments of light brown as her hair went further down. her fly aways, were untamed but it fit her face, just right, "the weather's gonna be awful today," she speaks.
she heaves a heavy sigh, then says it again after jungkook doesn't respond, ".....the weather's gonna be awful today...." her tone a bit higher this time. and yes, before you ask she says gonna not going to, gonna.
"I heard you the first time..." he tries to say as unsarcastically as humanly possible. he clumsily avoids engaging in eye contact with her and bites on his fingernails, which were almost gone at this point. this was the first conversation he has had in awhile that had nothing to do with where the next fast food place was located. just a regular, simple conversation,
