(jungkook's perspective)
the clouds looked pretty and purple, contrasting a pretty hue and painting the sky beautifully. my fingers clutched my sketchbook, my pencils piled in the crumpled hem of my shirt as i wore a pair of blue beats around my head, listening to some vixx from their hyde era. shit do i have a crush on ravi's hot ass and hot legs. fuck me.
currently flying first class to japan for a meet up and to pick up one of my specially made outfits for show, i thought of yoongi (who was sleeping in front of me with his mouth hung wide open) and the effort he puts into helping me with my job.
i thought about being a camboy, and maybe switching up to being a pornstar. hm. maybe id get paid a lot more.
wow, way to think jungkook.
nonetheless, i wasn't too bothered by letting my body be used sexually in porn, after all it is a better option than prostitution. i have a close friend whose job is prostitution, he's a really great guy but the poor guy gets treated poorly. although stating he does it for money and satisfaction, there are different and safer options. but i won't bother, knowing very well he despises when i try helping him.
my fingers fumble with the blue wires, too engrossed in my thoughts to realise yoongi is awake and mumbling my name until he taps my thigh.
"yoongi?" i smile heartily at the sleepy boy who was now eating fresh fruits from a bowl one of the flight attendants provided for us with cookies and coke.
"hey, how long is it until we land?" he mumbles through a mouth full of food. scrunching my nose up, i shake my head. "last i heard, forty minutes."
(time skip)
my hand was tangled with yoongi's as we walked towards the baggage claim in the dense crowds of tokyo's airport.
i spoke basic japanese, so it wouldn't be difficult for us to get around to our hotel and my meeting.
as we stood in the downpour of tokyo, we waited for our town car, which i thought was going to be here early but due to the weather, i was wrong. as we were still flying, a loud thunderstorm emerged.
as a jet black audi stopped before us, a large man quickly came from the driver's seat and yelled apologies at us as he loaded our baggage into the car, yoongi and i quickly getting in the car as we were drenched in rain.
i sighed loudly, "wonderful, i have a meeting in less than an hour and by the time we make it to the hotel, im gonna be fucking late." i muttered lowly, my voice was a bit shaky due to my shivering body.
the man, whose name was apparently okano, mumbled apologies in japanese after i waved at him, slumping in my seat with a scowl.
"hey, with this weather, they'll understand." yoongi poked my cheeks and pulled a warm sweater from his bag and wrapped it around me.
i mumbled a small 'thank you', shivering lightly as yoongi squeezed my hand.
as we drove in silence to our hotel, i sat slumped against the window as yoongi slept on my shoulders, small snores escaping his lips every once in a while. i leaned into his warmth, listening to the soft beating of rain on the head of the car.
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woah sorry for not updating in a while /: this chapter sucked ik
wings is so lit though omfg awake and lie are sooo good and holy shit stigma is a fucking masterpiece
thank u SOOOOOO much for 1.k holy shit omfg i promise ill try to make this more interesting for yall okok i love u babes !!!! i love your comments lmao even tho i suck at writing yall are the cutest
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Fanfiction(lowercase intended + not beta'd) DISCONTINUED. NOT COMPLETED. "jungkook, you do realise that im a sadist?" /in which jungkook is a slutty camboy and taehyung is a sadistic freak./ if you happen to come across any grammatical errors, i apologise...