cold feet [1]

one

taehyung's point of view

Man, I'm hungry.

Why was that always the most important thought on my mind? Was it because the last time a decent meal was given to me was more than two months ago? Or was it that I was just craving pizza? Either sounded accurate.

It's 3am, shut up and sleep.

I told myself, tossing and turning on the thin mattress that did no good to my already aching spine. Long worn down and in need of replacement. But who the hell has money to pay for a squishy, fluffy mattress when your sleeping outside of some wealthy families house? Hoping someone will give you their scraps from dinner.

They did once. Young, pretty daughter, strolled outside with the rubbish bag, struggling with the gate as her hands were full. Being the gentlemen I was, I stood up and helped. Offering to lift the bin lid. She just stared at me, my shaggy and in no way stylish hair matted and in serious need of a wash and haircut. Clothes far from clean, and I smelt like old dog.

"Ah, I've got it." A pause,

"Are you okay?" There it was. The same question every single time someone laid eyes on me.

"Yes I'm 'okay'. Why? Have a problem with smelly homeless kids hanging outside your household?" That shut her up. Maybe I had frightened her? Who knows. But it worked in my favour, I got cold ramen that had been sitting in the fridge for a week that night.

Heaven!

Okay so, I'm weird, gross and not at all charming. But I'm me; Kim Taehyung. And there is a hell of a lot more to me than the old abandoned bus stop I live on.

In a way, I wish there wasn't.