jjang || j.jk

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Jungkook lay in his bed, arms spread across and his head facing the ceiling.

"How do I forget about you? How can I move on? How can you move on? How can you replace me so quickly?" Questions ran out of his mouth. It was addressed to no one, he was simply thinking aloud, yet he wished someone would answer.

His stomach grumbled.

"I want my questions answered, but not by you." He frowned and stared at his belly.

He sniffed as he reached for his phone, the gadget sitting on his bedside table along with a bunch of used tissues. He pulled up his blanket as he dialed 'Jjang Chicken' in his phone.

"Good evening, Jjang Chicken delivery speaking! May I take your order sir, ma'am?" The soft voice of a girl spoke on the other line, making Jungkook frown.

Maybe it was because Jungkook wasn't in his right mind, but the girl sounded exactly like her. He coughed, partly because he choked, partly because he wanted to clear his throat.

"A box of bbq chicken, please." He spoke, his voice groggy. The girl on the other line frowned. Your customer sounded like he had been crying. You shook your head. You were a delivery girl, not a comfort hotline. "Would you like some drinks to go with that, sir?"

"No, thank you."

"Alright. Let me just repeat your order, one box of bbq chicken-"

"That's right."

"-no drinks. That would be 10,000 won. Please hand the exact amount on delivery, if possible. Thank you!"

"Wait! Don't hang up." He sat upright, clutching onto his phone. He must've been crazy, telling this.

"Sir?"

"Y-you sound exactly like my gir- I mean, my ex-girlfriend." Jungkook whispered, hearing nothing on the other line for about a few seconds.

What was he even expecting? Was he seriously talking about this to a chicken delivery store line?

"Oh? Uh, well, I'm sorry about your break-up..." The store manager raised his eyebrows at you. You flashed him a sheepish smile.

"No, it's okay- I don't- I'm sorry, I don't even know why I'm doing this... Just deliver my food, or something." He told his address and ended the call almost immediately.

You sighed. Did he not want to know how long his order would take?

You called your customer's order on the microphone and looked at your boss, bowing in apology. "Sorry about that, I didn't know- it's a- uh-"

"It's alright. As long as you're doing your job well, newbie." He cut you off, nodding at you before leaving. You bowed at him again.

You dusted off your clothes, as if it was going to make yourself look more presentable. The box of chicken felt warm in your hand as you held it. Humming a simple tune, you walked outside and headed towards the parking lot.

Both taking orders and delivering was part of your job, as you had to take extra measures for you to earn enough savings.

Here in Seoul, you lived alone. No parents to take care of you, to cook for you, to protect you, to anything. You used to live with them in Daegu, but you moved because of your partial scholarship. The odds never really favored your family that much.

So here you were, at Jjang Chicken, working your butt off to pay for your food, your monthly rental, and your tuition fee. Comfort was definitely not an option. It'd be only a matter of time when you forget what it meant.

It was around two in the morning, so you only had one order to deliver. With the food tucked in carefully at the container at the back of your seat, you fit your helmet on and revved up the engine to life.

"Who even orders for delivery at this time of the day?" You huffed.

The stars shone brightly in the sky, a contrast to your current state. Dull, unenergized, and pale.

The trip took about twenty minutes. A small apartment stood in front of you, a black gate serving as a barrier.

You took your helmet off and gave your head a little shake, unraveling your messy hair. Patting your hair down, you took the warm box of chicken.

The doorbell sounded faint as you clicked the button. A few foot taps and looking around later, the door opened, and a guy in his twenties emerged from inside. He looked kind of cute, his hair bouncing up and down as he jogged towards you. A small smile crept up to your face.

The smile didn't live long. It died as you saw him clearly, up close.

Both of you froze. Your hands started trembling, threatening to spill what you were holding. You stared at him, taking in his familiar features.

His features that seemed as though they never changed, but only matured. His eyes innocent and doe-like as always. His lips soft and pink and ever-so-kissable, the upper one barely visible. His hair, that fell just below his brows, looked the same like it did four years ago.

He looked at you in utter shock. Your face mirrored his. The summer wind that blew suddenly felt unnaturally ice cold.

You're supposed to be dead.

His name escaped your lips. But sadly, yours did not escape his.

"Min ho?"

"Erine?"