cold feet [1]

seven

Taehyung's point of view

I'd never felt so relieved and fresh in my life, it had been a long time since bathing in soap and warm water. Until now, I never knew how much I missed it. Surprisingly, my skin had a caramel glow to it. Previously it had looked brown and grey with all the dirt and oil on it. But now that I had cleaned myself thoroughly, it was amazing.

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"How do you feel now?" Was what I was greeted with. Jungkook was sitting on the couch, drinking a steaming beverage, his shirt untucked and hair loosened by his fingers. "I got you one," he flicked his head towards the table beside him, a similar mug sitting on it.

"Thank you. Jungkook. But you didn't have to. You should've stayed with your friend. I shouldn't have followed you..." The boy smiled, shaking his head gently.

"I'm not one for going out, so I'd prefer to just stay home." He said as an excuse, thought I didn't believe him.

"You're worried about me." He looked down at his drink, then back up at me.

"Maybe," I sighed, walking over and picking up the mug, taking a small sip of it. The taste wasn't sweet, but wasn't bitter, it was strong and rich. "It's coffee," he explained, seeing my puzzled expression.

"It's interesting..."

He could've poisoned you.
Why would he do that?
It's not the first time it's happened. That boy who tried to poison you after you rejected him.
Because you hurt him!
Well at least he's gone now, see my methods do work.

I placed the cup down, suddenly feeling put off. He offered me a seat, moving over on the large couch.

third point of view

"You look better, and smell better."

"What part of stop sniffing me did you not understand?" Jungkook chuckled to himself, leaning back and taking in the homeless boy's features. His jaw was sculpted but also gentle, his face perfectly constructed to an almost ethereal level. Without the oil built up on his skin he looked stunning. Jungkook's eyes lift to the golden strands of hair that were still damp, furrowing his brow.

"Your hair. It makes me curious. You have no regrowth, yet your hair is an unnaturally bright blond. Did you bleach it?"

"Ok first of all, it's gold, not blond. And no, I didn't bleach it, it's my natural hair colour."

"Wait, so are your parents both Korean?" Jungkook asked curiously, earning a slight shake of his head from the boy.

"My father is, but my mother is Roman."

"Roman? You mean Italian?" Taehyung clenched his jaw, giving a stiff nod.

"Yeah... That."

"You're weird," Jungkook added with a chuckle, watching Taehyung's face pull into a pout that made that chuckle only expand into a giggle. "What's it been like for you? Living on the streets?" His curiosity was unwavering, and it should have infuriated Taehyung. Instead it brought an unfamiliar fondness.

"Shit most of the time, but free." Maybe free wasn't the right word, but it described the way he could explore the local world without constraints, free of consequences because the curse would always level out any troubles he caused. "I can find new places to explore, watch the stars at night, watch the people pass by. It's a strange familiarity that I enjoy."

"That's so mind boggling to me," Jungkook replied, placing a cushion beside him before patting it softly. The invitation was very forward, his expectant eyes waiting for Taehyung's reaction. With a hesitancy that didn't suit him, he shuffled over until he could settle his head onto the cushion, feeling the pressure of Jungkook's thigh propping him up. The comfort of the padding of the couch and pillow were enough to nearly put me to sleep. But I tried to keep my eyes open to stare up into the curious gleam Jungkook held when he watched over me.