journeys ⚣ kth + jjk

i

— ride one
— seats

—5:39am, 161209
jungkook leant this head against the cold glass of the window, the gentle and soft beat of a california band playing in his ears. he watched city scenery flash past, people just starting their day as the sun started to rise up above the mainly dormant skyscrapers, casting pastel pinks and blues across the lightening sky.

jungkook was a poetic person, of sorts. he always thought of things in a poetic way, admiring the beauty of the world, and thinking of many things as metaphors.

jungkook was daydreaming again. so caught in his thoughts he didn't see the tall figure approaching him, black turtleneck and ripped denim wash jeans nearing the young dreamer.

"excuse me, is this seat taken?"

a voice. a deep, husky voice that undeniably sent chills down jungkook's spine. jungkook looked up through his eyelashes at the figure, a tall brunette with sparkling mocha-coloured eyes, the early light shone against his face in shafts, illuminating some parts of his pretty, almost feminine face. his dark eyes danced around jungkook's face, and a small smile played on his pink, plump lips. his hair looked fluffy and soft, brunette bangs tinted with green falling into his eyes. he was a truly ethereal being, almost too beautiful.

"n-no, y-you can sit there." jungkook cursed himself for stuttering in front of this godlike human, feeling small in his presence. jungkook didn't speak very often, he was the definition of awkward, not ever really knowing what to do in ninety percent of social situations. he could be described as shy, maybe even lonely, but jungkook didn't mind. jungkook didn't like most people, and he thought keeping to himself wold be better than having pointless and meaningless conversations with people he didn't care for.

jungkook suddenly became self concious as the person sat down next to him, eyeing jungkook's own beige sweater that was way too big, the sleeves enveloping his hands. the sweather covered his normal work attire, a white t-shirt and jeans. he didn't have to dress smartly for work, being a painter wasn't exactly like working in an office. it was hard, and sometimes jungkook went days surviving on pot ramen because he couldn't sell, but jungkook loved it. jungkook loved art more than he loved himself.

art. thats what the boy next to him looked like. so indescribably beautiful it was like a painting, colours on a canvas that had so much meaning, which seemed like just a copied visual representation of something else to most people, but jungkook knew more than just looks. jungkook knew that this man was art.

"are you okay?" that deep, almost melodic voice spoke again, startling jungkook.
"p-pardon." jungkook silently cursed himself for stuttering again, and looked up at the man with wide eyes.
"you seemed sad." the man answered simply, his lips tugging into a grin, a stunning box-like grin, that blew jungkook away at the beauty of it. jungkook couldn't help but offer a small smile back, just the corners of his small mouth raising up a little. not a full, genuine smile that few people in the world had witnessed from jungkook.

"i'm okay." jungkook mentally congratulated himself for not stuttering this time, and when the man smiled a sense of warmth enveloped his heart.

"good. i don't like it when people are sad, sadness is a force that drives many peoples' lives." the man sighed, and jungkook listened intently to what he had to say, because everyone had the right to be listened to, and also because this man was so entrancing, and jungkooks sleepy 5am mind couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the man in fromt of him and the words coming out of his mouth.

"i suppose sadness is inevitable though- after all, it is still an emotion, and all emotions demand to be felt." he stopped himself, studying jungkooks face. "sorry," he said, stopping the train of words that had been leaving his mouth. "i don't think you really wanted to hear a stranger ranting about sadness at 5am on a monday morning." the stranger chuckled.

"my name's kim taehyung, twenty three years old, from daegu." the man, taehyung, slightly bowing his head towards jungkook, letting his bangs fall further into his eyes before pushing them away with a graceful flick of his head. jungkook was slightly taken aback by the amount of information he shared about himself, but replied anyway.
"jungkook, jeon jungkook, twenty one, from busan." jungkook replied, bowing to taehyung respectfully. jungkook knew he was young, he was a college dropout, barely out of school.

"nice to meet you, jungkook." taehyung said, smiling that adorable grin.
"n-nice to meet you, taehyung hyung." jungkook half-smiled again, enjoying taehung's company, his day brightened by taehyung, who liked to talk, who had a beautiful smile and bright eyes. the complete opposite of jungkook, but yet so appealing to him. jungkook hardly knew anything about taehyung, he had only known of taehyung's existence for a matter of minutes, yet he liked him already, and jungkook wasnt a person who trusted, or liked, people very often.

no more words were exchanged between the pair that day, and jungkook found himself walking into the studio with a spring in his step, thinking about the person he met today, the pretty boy with mocha-coloured eyes and soft green-tinted bangs.