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fifty-five.

쉰다섯

      he got his first win. his vocals are getting appreciated. his dance is being loved and all he wants to do is thank jimin, hold him.

     jungkook has always been proud of his vocals but not the dance. jimin made him confident, improved him. and he owes him so fucking much.

     his company, his fans, his friends consider him a success. a part of him does too but the other.. that part just wants a boy.

     "i'm going to visit the doctor. i'll be back in an hour," hoseok shouts from the door. jungkook instantly rushes to the door and catches hoseok halfway to closing the door.

     "can i come too?" jungkook asks. he needs to get out. he needs to be busy and this is the time he misses his job at starbucks.

     "sure, c'mon," hoseok says and looks at jungkook's attire. "you gonna change?" he asks. jungkook shakes his head, slips his slippers on, takes hoseok's bike's keys and heads out the door. "thought so," hoseok mutters, laughs.

     with shorts and a tank top on, jungkook climbs on the bike and takes it out the parking lot. he steadies the bike for hoseok to climb properly. "does it hurt?"

     "no," hoseok says, adjusts himself in the bike comfortably. "plaster will be removed today. i probably will be able to dance in the next battle."

     jungkook hums and drives to the clinic.

     he's bored as hoseok gets his plaster off. and decides to walks around a bit. he exits the clinic and sees a 7-eleven store opposite the road. he crosses the road to get himself something.

     walking around he spots the refrigerator at the corner. he needs a red bull, he decides and starts walking towards. but before he could, a figure from the opposite side gets to it and opens the refrigerator to get himself a sprite. while jungkook is stuck at his own place, he stares at yeah small boy, with the same large t-shirt until his fingers.

     he looks at the boy, although he can only see the side, he can see the dark circles, he can observe how his figure has turned thinner. he looks fragile and all he wants is to hold the boy, be his strength. and let the boy be his source of power.

     he almost loses it, wants to walk up to him but then he sees another taller, tan boy behind him who holds the refrigerator door for him. jungkook stares at jimin has sprite in one hand and taps the index finger of his other hand on his chin, deciding for another drink.

     but then taehyung snaps his head towards him, in slight horror. his face showed nothing but hurt and hatred. he's hurt for his best friend, and hates the younger boy.

     jungkook takes a step back, another and then he's walking away.

     that's all he can do.

     walk away.

❝walking away is never a solution❞