rain [taekook] DISCONTINUED

precious polish

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT // PRECIOUS POLISH
Jungkook POV

Warm smells of day-old coffee beans, the swift breeze that sweeps past my hair as people pass by to exit the shop, a thick book upon skinny legs, fingernails painted a pale pastel blue drumming on the table before me. The silence of the nearly empty coffee shop that barely remains as a distraction for me as my body hunches over in poor posture to read the intreguing book in my possession, fingers fiddling with a beautiful ring, slipping the sparkling treasure up and down my finger in a relaxing motion.

Spending the afternoon at my favourite destination was splendid but not quite spectacular since I was sitting on my own, but I couldn't blame Taehyung for wanting to eat dinner with Yoongi and his parents since they had just arrived in town for the day, after all, Taehyung is close family friend to the now silver haired boy and his parents.

Yoongi's parents, though being strict and quite unapproachable, were totally accepting of their son having a boyfriend. Of course they weren't overly cheerful upon hearing the news, they still supported the son, even if they don't agree. That's what I admire most about Yoongi's parents and Yoongi in general, they have this 'I don't care' aura about them, and that's not necessarily a bad thing, I wish more of the world could have this attitude. To be told something and simply not putting any of their own input on the idea rather than sharing a disgusting opinion that doesn't matter. Who cares if you're gay, straight, or bi? I surely don't, a human is a human no matter what their interests are. I wish my father would think the same way. 

The coffee shop is a whole different scene once the night approaches its mid peak, it's quiet, a peaceful controversy of its usual hustle and bustle atmosphere that I haven't gotten used to but merely learned to ignore and partially accept.

After realizing that sleepy eyes are gradually becoming drearier and beginning to close, easily losing my place in the newly bought book, I let my eyes close for just a moment, letting the fading scent of coffee of beans to fill my senses.

I feel a sudden tap on my shoulder making me flinch, a slight gasp escaping my lips as the book falls from my lap and onto the tiled floors. I breathe heavily and squeeze my eyes shut as the hand pats my shoulder. "Sorry, Jungkookie, didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to let you know that we're closing the shop up now," Namjoon speaks, voice hoarse from a long, exhausting day. Guilt swarms my body with the thought of me being a burden for him to get home to his boyfriend.

"S-Sorry, hyung," I mumble, collecting my book off the floor and placing it under my arm as I stand on wobbly feet that haven't been planted on solid ground in hours. He chuckles at my anxious body, "it's no problem, want me to walk you home? I'm sure Taehyung would feel a lot better about leaving you for the day if I did," he offers but I shake my head and smile as I kindly decline.

"It's alright. I'm fine on my own, thanks for the offer though," I tell him, the palm of my hand finding its way to smooth out the hard cover book, a thin layer of cloth hugging the bundle of papers tightly. "You sure?" He asks and I nod. "Go home to Seokjin, I'm sure he's waiting," I say, a smile grows on his face as I zip up my coat, preparing to venture out into the cold.

"Goodnight, hyung," I call out, voice loud and clear in the quietness of the shop, "goodnight, Jungkook," he yells back, waving as he packs up his belongings. I walk out into the crisp, cold air of the night. My tiny winter coat providing only a little heat to my upper body but unfortunately neglecting my legs that are only shielded by thin layered skinny jeans and face that is left completely visible to be abused by the frosty winds.