cold feet [1]

four

Taehyung's point of view

Kook didn't show up the next day, or the next, or the one after that, and this continued on for days.

Aww you miss him.
I do not. Why would I miss him?

Yet still, I would occasionally look towards the streets corner, hoping to see a black Porsche turning down the street. But each time, there was nothing.

I continuously ran my fingers through my hair, the soft strands feeling like a small kitten. It was like heaven compared to the wiry oily texture it used to be.

You should wash your hair more often.
Yeah sure, let me just go buy some shampoo.

I hadn't eaten in a couple of days, the closest thing to food I got was an old squished apricot that had been lying on the footpath when I had arrived home that day. It had traces of dirt, rocks and other unknown substances on it. But I wasn't one to complain.

After a week of waiting for Kook to come back, I decided to go for a walk. Unsure of the destination, I just walked, wandering through the empty streets. Every once in awhile some fancy, sleek business man would walk down the streets, giving me a foul expression. I'd return a smile, then look down at my bare feet. People hated me, thought I was a revolting animal. So why did Kook take such an interest in me? Yes, he was one of them. But even they didn't follow me. They'd just appear at the bus stop. But Kook followed me, what was it about me that he found so interesting?

Somehow I ended up outside the police station.

You're looking for Kook aren't you.
No.
You're looking to get arrested?
No!
Which one is it?
"Just shut up!"

"I'm starting to think you really are talking to me." My head shot up, seeing the raven haired policeman emerging from the building.

"What? Ah, no. I'm not." He smiled, approaching me so that he towered over my not particularly healthy and scrawny build. It was intimidating and a little frustrating.

"Your hair smells nice, though it could do with another wash." I pulled away, blowing a loose strand of hair into place.

"Stop sniffing me." After stepping away slightly, he stared intensely at me.

"Why are you here?" He asked mockingly, repeating my question I had asked the other day. I looked at my feet, not sure how to reply. "How's your arm?" Question after question.

"Do you ever quit being curious? Even for a second?" He gave a small smile, shaking his head.

"Are you going to answer?"

"Fine," I answered blatantly, the redness had softened, and it didn't sting as much.

"Why did you react that way? To me touching you."

"Questions. So many questions! Will you just stop!" He shut his mouth, then opened it again.

"What's wrong with me asking questions?"

Oh god, he's annoying.
I am aware.
Shall I take over?

I turned, beginning to walk in the direction I had come, and he followed. The click of his shoes echoing on the pavement. It was like he was mocking me.

"Did I say you could follow me?"

"You didn't say I couldn't." I halted, so did he, rearing backwards as to not make contact with my back. "Don't do that!"

"Why are you so interested in me?" I interjected, turning to face him with my arms firmly pressed to my body, expression forming an ugly scowl.

"Now who's the one asking questions..."

"Answer!" He flinched at my tone.

"I don't know... You just... I don't know."

Wow, pathetic.
Tell me about it.

"You arrest me, then visit me the next day, then watch me bathe and try to give me stuff. You didn't have to do any of that. So why did you? What's so intriguing about me, that you just have to stay?" There was silence. For a good minute or two, neither of us spoke.

"You're different." He spoke finally, the once intimidating child, now looking small and embarrassed. "I've met homeless people before, I've given them money. But they are all so depressed and inactive. You're different. You joke around, you have fun, and I'm curious as to why."  I shrugged, kicking a stone, which was a bad idea. It cut my toe, only slightly, but it was enough to draw blood.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked quietly, fascinated by the blood now trickling down my foot. He noticed too.

"You're hurt." I shook my head.

"I'm not hurt, I'm bleeding. There's a difference."

"I'll be back," explained Kook, signalling for me to stay put as he jogged back inside, most likely looking for a bandage. But I was sick of him trying to be kind to me, so I set off at a slow limp, the station disappearing from sight within minutes. Though I couldn't deny I felt slightly guilty. When he would return, I wouldn't be there. Hopefully he would understand.

Jungkook's  point of view

Why did he leave?

I thought sadly, holding the first aid kit in my hand. He was a confusing person. I admit, I didn't know him; I didn't even know his name. But he was so disconcerting, and none of his emotions connected. One minute playful and cheery. Next defensive and alert. I just wished I new why.

--

"How was work Kook?" I shrugged off the greeting from my housemate, falling down onto the couch and kicking my shoes off. "At least say hello."

"Fine. Hello..." I stared up at the older now glowering down upon me. "Jimin." I added finally, satisfied with the sour expression the older boy had given.

"You seriously have no respect for me whatsoever, do you?" I shook my head. Staring up at the ceiling. "What's got you so down?" Again, a shrug. "That's not an answer."

"It is an answer. Just not one you want to take."

"Shut up and tell me." I sighed, lifting myself up and taking the coffee he was holding out.

"It's that homeless kid again. I know you told me to avoid him, but he was waiting outside the station today. And I just..." My housemate groaned.

"It's not that difficult. He's hardly attractive, has no respect for anyone, and is worse than a rat. Why are you so drawn to him?"

"Jimin!" I snapped, glaring at him. "It's rude to talk about people that way. Especially people who don't have the money to even eat." Jimin just rolled his eyes for a response.

"He's a cold bastard. I've told you."

"To you, maybe. But he came looking for me remember. You don't go looking for someone you don't like."

"Give him a month or two. You'll see."