Forlorn | Yoon.Kook

Chapter 4: Familiar but Forgotten

"Kookie!" The small child giggled and squealed as he was held high in his loved one's arms, spinning around. His cotton like pastel hair bounced with his movements, resembling the fluffy clouds that slowly moved in the sky.

The taller child smiled brightly, lowering the boy so that he could kiss his cheek before bringing the boy closer, against his small chest, squishing him. The shorter whined but made no movements to push the boy away.

"Mini, are your parents coming home today?" The taller whispered out, arms squeezing the other a bit tighter.

The smaller tensed slightly before choking out a no, arms slotting themselves around the other's slim waist.

With sudden alarm and panic, Mini Mimi pulled away and looked at Kookie with wide eyes filled with fear. "Kookie, I don't know what 'kill' means but daddy, when he was drunk, said that he would-"

Jungkook woke with a gasp, body jolting forward as sweat trickled down the profile of his face, dropping from his sharp jawline. He ran a sweaty hand through his drenched hair, lips pulled into a small scowl.

What was that? Another damn dream about that kid? Mini? What a fucking stupid name.

He groaned as he stretched, arms raised and locked, popping loudly. He sighed in pleasure as his body became less stiff.

Did my mom drop me as a kid? I should call her later.

He stood from his king sized bed, black silk sheets wrapped around his hips as he walked. If someone were to lay eyes on him at the very moment, in a heartbeat, he would be compared to the most beautiful god, truly a human who someone from above spent time on, a flaw never seen on his body.

He threw open his closet, grabbing the first shirt and pants he saw before grabbing anything else that he needed. He quickly took a shower, the water washing over his lean body in a way that made his thoughts clear.

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The smell of sweet cologne filled the office building as Jungkook walked in. Instead of his normal formal clothing and branded shoes, he wore a shirt that was around two sizes bigger than his regular shirts, black ripped pants hugging his legs perfectly. His hair was messy under a black beanie that he popped onto his head last second.

People stood and bowed to greet him, all with faces filled with one emotion. Lust. They all had different kinds of lust though. Lust for pleasure, lust for money, lust for power, etc.

Women and men all licked their lips, showing off their body parts that they were most proud of, either dropping something and picking it up slowly, bringing an arm below their chests, or leaning over a desk. Jungkook payed them no mind, not sparring a glance.

He quickly walked to the elevator, pushing the highest button. Around five minutes passed before the doors opened and he was greeted by a nice woman, around the age of fourty-five, bowing and handing him a thin envelope. He silently raised an eyebrow, a confused look adorning his face.

The lady laughed before explaining, "As you may know, young man, I am to retire very soon for personal reasons. As of such, I have looked into many people who qualify for my position, all my own accord since I know you must be busy with the company's latest project. There are around five people who I have found but I would like for you to look into them. I've also arranged a meeting between yourself and Mr. Kim. You have a busy schedule and I'd rather not take up fifty minutes of your time so I've already emailed you your scedule for this month."

Jungkook gave a small smile and thanked her. He walked into his office, mentally noting to buy the woman a gift as a parting. He threw the file onto his long desk, scoffing as he spotted a few of his papers ripped, probably from one of the many women he rejected.

How petty.

He sat down and set a timer on his phone for an hour. After the alarm, he would make his way out of the building and head to his sister's appartment, helping her plan her wedding. Before he could relax, he leaned back into his seat, opening the file he was given.

This was going to be a long sixty minutes.

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After an hour, Jungkook's alarm rang, the song 'Okay' by someone named Jackson Wang blasting through the room. Jungkook hurriedly stopped the alarm, throwing the files into his desk and shutting down his computer before quickly walking out of his office. He impatiently waited in the elevator before basically sprinting out of the large building, knocking into someone.

That someone fell on their backs, a small squeak escaping red plump lips. Jungkook stared at the person before a ringing sound blared in his ears, head aching at the sight of pastel blue hair and pale skin. Memories or a petite small child who wore an oversized hoodie and gummy smile flashed through his mind, a familiar but forgotten giggle ringing in his head but from where? He didn't know but he wanted answer.

"Who are you?"

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Ah, im suprised i could type today. Hey. How are you guys? Im okay... This story doesn't make sense right now but thats the plan

Stay strong.

Love,
Agust.