cold feet [1]

five

Jungkook's point of view

"Give him a month or two, you'll see."

I was curious as to how Jimin knew V so well, questioning him from time to time. But each time he'd shrug and say, 'he's just a typical homeless kid. Cold hearted and starving.' Though I sensed there was more to their history than just a typical homeless kid.

V seemed to be avoiding me. I had tried to see him at least five times in the next month, but each time he had left hastily, not even sparing me a glance. Sometimes disappearing in an alleyway when I tried to follow him. He knew the streets better than me, making it difficult to track him.

Why he wouldn't let me get close to him, I didn't know. But I should've stopped, should've followed Jimin's advice and left him. But I just couldn't help but feel sorry for him. No scratch that, I couldn't help but fall for him. The way he spoke was soothing, the way he smiled made my heart beat ten times faster than normal, and the way he cared so little about what people thought of him. Even if he looked and smelt like he lived in the sewer.

He's here!

Why was I reacting that way to seeing the blonde. I was curious as to how his hair stayed blonde, when he didn't have enough money to pay for shampoo, let alone hair dye.

He was slouched on the ground, breathing softly with his eyes clamped shut. Hand clutched around an old rusty yoyo. He looked so peaceful, yet he also looked dangerously thin.

"V," I whispered in a soft tone. There was no reply, just the light breathing that was being exhaled through his chapped lips. "Wake up," I called, this time nudging his shoulder slightly; that woke him. His eyes jolted open and he opened his mouth, crying out silently. "I'm sorry!" I gasped quickly, standing up and running my hands through my hair as he clutched his arm, whimpering in pain. "I didn't mean to. I forgot." Though my apology meant nothing to him at that moment. His head snapped up, looking like it would topple of his shoulders from the sudden jolt.

"Get away from me!" He screamed, eyes filled with hatred.

"V, I'm sorry. I just wanted to wake you." The more I stared, the more sick he looked. His frame almost skeleton like. "When was the last time you ate?" I asked quietly. It was like a switch flicked in his brain, and he suddenly softened, his muscles relaxing, his body language calming down.

"I don't remember..." He admitted quietly. "Maybe a month..." I gawked at him.

"That's not physically possible!" He smiled weakly.

"I'm not physically possible." Was his reply. It confused me and I opened my mouth to question him more. Before I could get anything out V was on his feet, attempting to stand, but he instantly toppled over, legs not having the strength to hold his figure; though there wasn't much to hold. I stepped forward to help him up, but bit my lip and retracted my hands as he slumped back.

"Stay there. I'll get you something to eat." This time he just nodded, leaning his head back against the bus stop's frame, letting his eyelids slide shut.

"I don't like seafood," he whispered as I began to leave. I gave a nod, then set off to find a restaurant.

Taehyung's point of view

It was unnecessary for you to yell at him you know...
He needs to remember personal space.
Yeah yeah, it was a mistake, people make those.
Yes, I've seen you do it many times.
Thanks for the praise...

Kook returned after half an hour, jogging up with a takeaway bag in his hand. I made no effort to greet him, too weak to speak. He sat down beside me, pulling out a container of cold noodles.

"Here, I wasn't sure what you liked, so I just got you the same as me." He held out the meal, I attempted to grab it, my fingers completely numb. He frowned, "You sure you're okay?" I nodded, finally getting a grip on the container and bringing it to my chest before I dropped it.

It took me five minutes to actually eat the first mouthful, struggling to lift it to my mouth. Once I did, it was like all my worries vanished, though they still lingered close. I'd never tried cold noodles, well not that I remembered.

After the tenth mouthful, I could feel a bit of strength returning, I lifted myself up carefully, still depending on the bus stop to support me. Watching Kook eat was interesting. He ate like a child, stuffing his cheeks and looking like a chipmunk as he looked around curiously.

"You're physical appearance and mental personality are so conflicting." He looked up, hazel brown eyes staring so innocently. He swallowed, laughing nervously.

"I've been told," said the boy, putting down his meal and fixing his unsettling and attentive gaze on me, growing still. Not shifting the stare once.

"That makes me uncomfortable you know." Yet he continued, so I lowered my head, trying to ignore it as I finished the meal. Placing the empty packaging back in the bag, I looked up to see the younger still staring directly into my eyes. "Will you stop." He blinked, looking away.

"Sorry. It's a bad habit I have. I am scolded for it often," he paused looking up at me. "How old are you?" I choked on the final piece of food in my mouth, spitting it out on the pavement between the two of us.

That's attractive.
What the hell do I say?
I don't know, lie, you're good at that.

"I'm 25," I murmured, not making direct eye contact.

"Oh. So we could be friends!"

"No, I'm a stranger," I responded quietly, turning away.

"How can you be a stranger? I enjoy spending time with you when you let me!"

"Shut up," I couldn't hold it back, I snapped, causing his mouth to seal shut. "I'm not your acquaintance, I'm not your friend either. You know nothing about me. You don't even know my name." The boy looked down at the ground, seemingly hurt by my words; but I didn't care. Well ... not me.

Let me thank him.
He doesn't deserve it.
Yes he does.
You would have lived.
No, I wouldn't have died.

"Thank you, Kook..." I finally whispered, getting to my feet and beginning to walk away.

"Can we become acquainted?" He called. I halted, grimacing as I knew this wouldn't end well if I said yes. But right now I felt too sympathetic towards him to turn him down.

Don't you dare say it.

"We'll see."

You fucking idiot.