Laundromat Machine

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Pain was just another good word to descirbe Jungkook's life if you think about it, barely did he enter his home again he stabbed his toe on a piece of furniture and the plan of secretly entering way too late, because he wanted to wait and watch the sun rise, died.

How lucky that he was used to those sudden shocks and instead of releaing a loud groan he bit his lip roughly, so bad that the dry skin broke and let blood land on the tip of his tongue.

Glowing eyes from across the room where staring at him, the pair of glowing green eyes of his cat, the little paws slowly ran over the floor and a soft sound escaped from the small cat's lips and added to the painful way Jungkook bit his lip bloody, a stressful look in his eyes.

,,Tata please-" , he mumbled and took his old friend in his hands, lifiting it up like a child.

Tata looked almost like a lion, the first bits of sun light tickling the cat's nose and Jungkook loved to go through the honey gold furr, it was so soft but made look Tata strong, just like a fighter.

Just like Yoongi.

Jungkook let down the cat and sighed, he couldn't belive how he started to compare Yoongi with his cat, was his mind really that  overflown with the image of the other male already?

It wasn't a secret that Jungkook fell in love easily, too often and too quick with fragile males.

Those that never looked at him.

Yoongi was fragile, but he also wasn't.

There was something about Yoongi, making him strong, something inside of him that broke him and something at night that made him cry. He was intimidating in such a pure way, Jungkook was perhaps just mesmerized by the variety and extreme contrasts of peronality traits Yoongi had.

He knew that Yoongi couldn't be like this, not really naturally, or could he?

What, or rather who formed him like this, he wondered, what kind of sorrow was it that Yoongi felt?

Was it the same that Jungkook felt?

He sat down in the kitchen, the light of the early sun ran over his neck and he observed his veins that were all over his body, all over his hands, like Yoongi was suddenly all over his mind, when slowly his nose started to bleed again, little marks of liquid blood tripped down on his hands.

He felt unease, dizzy but so god damn intoxicated and drunk, on the deepths of Yoongi's eyes.