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sixty-seven.

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     jungkook is already up and active. music blasting through his ears as he cooks himself egg. breaking the shell, he pours the egg whites to the bowl and throws the yolk away. he pays attention to his diet and avoids as much fat that he can. he cuts tomato, onion and then mixes two egg whites, along with salt, stirring the mixture and then pouring it on the pan.

     he's nervous, has been since yesterday. he has booked the tickets but his hands shook through the whole booking process and he could drop his phone anytime. somehow his phone is same but now his breakfast is not. his hands tremble as he walks to the couch and keeps his plate on the table. walking around it, he switches on the tv and finds himself a comfortable, cozy position on the couch, with blanket around himself and plate on the hands.

     he eats while watching tom and jerry. he doesn't like it, hates it even but there were times jimin and he would cuddle on the couch and jimin would insist his favorite cartoon. jungkook found it adorable and now he can't help but watch it. he finds comfort in it, finds closure.

     he hears the bell ring and groans, lazy to walk to the door and open it. but he still does. as soon as he opens his door, he finds two big boxes. he sighs, they again mixed up our addresses.

     it's difficult for him to get over his not-so new neighbor and the posting service is just trying to get in jungkook's nerves.

     he is alright, yes jungkook is just alright as he takes deep breaths and calms himself but once he reads the big tags on the boxes, he nearly faints.

     lube and butt plugs.