Laundromat Machine

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Jungkook had found himself in the following night, just observing the watch above all the laundromat machines, with this shirt in his hand that used to belong to the boy he had seen last night.

He wanted to know his name and why such a pure innocent looking guy like him was covered in scars from head to toe, why there was dried blood on his cloths and why his eyes had an capturing look of sadness inside of them that seemed to devour Jungkook secretly while the intense gaze made him shiver.

Jungkook was confused, never had a stranger left him in such confusion - Or not confusion, more like confusion about what he felt when the other boy was there.

It was interest, mixed with a little fear and all the questions.

Even though Jungkook was more of the quiet kind, he never hesitated to ask a question, because his parents had taught him how curiosity had killed the cat.

If there was a thing that he didn't want it was a dead cat.

However, the atmosphere was tensed by the intimidating male when he suddenly entered the saloon, all that one could here was the clocks ticking, and the routating machines as well as the sound of his shoes approaching the machine across Jungkook's.

The male looked more exhausted than yesterday, not in a way that meant he had more bruises, they already seemed to vanish more, it was more like he looked like an owner of an tired mind, drowned in a pile of his own thoughts, pathetically trying to swim up to the surface, because his deepest insides were hoping for him to reach it before his demons had also choked them to silence.

The water was cold, ice cold like a thousand of knives that cut through the boy's body and left all the scars on his arms, or the look he gave Jungkook when he turned to him after the slight tab on his shoulder Jungkook had given him to drive his attention to him.

Jumping into the water was life threatening, but Jungkook wasn't thinking rational at this point.

To discover the new, you had to risk and cross the rotten corpses.

Jungkook felt like his head was sliced in two halfs, going right through his eyes when the stranger seemed to keep staring at him back in silence, it hurt and his skin was warming up, because once you touch the cold, blood starts rushing to keep you alive.

,,You've forgot this the other night."

and he held the shirt towards him, stretching out his hand for help.

However, the boy took it without another sound, silence, and the clock above the laundromat machine went like tick-tack, Jungkook started noticing how small the male actually was, he suddenly looked so precious when he wasn't too startled to keep that intimidating fascade of his up.

His kissable lips just seemed to be the product of the trance Jungkook had fallen in, he stood there frozen while the smaller folded the shirt and looked back to Jungkook with that look, that seemed to have softend.

A silent note of thanks left his lips and it was like a tap on Jungkook's shoulder now getting him back to reality and he nodded back in returnment. He knew he had to step back now, but something was telling him to speak his mind.

,,If you happen to need anything else, like detergents, tell me."

Jungkook was bowing above the deep pile of water and stretching out his hand, may god have mercy with him and not leave him falling, instead a tip of crimson red, and the taste of metal, it was blood dripping down from his nose leaving little dots on his bottom lip