Sour // ( J.J.) (discontinued)

4 / nuggets

«[Y/N] pov»

I have been walking ALL day, and there was no sight of anyone. There was only roads and shopping centers. If I ran into one of the shops and asked for help people would most definitely think i'm psycho and call the cops, which is the last thing I want.

It was getting dark out, actually, it was dark out. It was getting cooler, to a perfect temperature. I loved night time, when I could go outside I treasured every second of looking out at the night sky. It was silent in the forest besides birds and crickets making noise. It calmed me more than it frightened me, the perfect temperature and the moon falling made me want to sit down and lay there the whole night. I was contemplating doing that as I continued to walk through the woods. I was tired, dizzy, hungry, and thirsty. "Jesus..." I mumbled, leaning against a tree. As I was about to plop down onto the grassy ground, I smelled something good. It was the sweet smell of food. Meat, vegetables, bread, everything.

I got up and began limping fast, following the smell of all the foods. It was making my mouth water and my stomach growl like crazy. My brain was telling me food, food, food. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't tell myself to just wait and plan out what I was gonna do. I followed the smell until the grass became a cobblestone path. Lamps were hanging above from black poles. Following the lamps were tiny buildings, mostly pastel colors. The fronts of most of them were windows, displaying out whatever the place was selling. It was a tiny village, probably only as big as a smaller street in a neighborhood.

You went up to a bar or restaurant that was opened, people were crowding the inside of it. There was glowing lights and LED signs covering the walls. There was two or three tables sitting outside of the bar, which were all empty besides one table.

«Jungkook POV»

I look at the time on my phone, it was getting late. The sky was dark and the stupid drunks were beginning to take up all the space inside the bar. "I came here for peace and quiet," I mumble, giving the loud idiots inside a look. The scenery inside the village was nice, in fact its beautiful. Everytime I look out of the window or go for a walk, I can't help but admire all the buildings. Since i've been here for such a long time, I know where everything is, and I know every detail about this village.

I look at my empty cup and chew on the inside of my mouth, thinking. "Should I get another glass? Or will Seokjin hyung get mad at me?" I whisper to myself, so quietly I can barley hear. I stand up, the glass cup in my hand. "Ah whatever, I can do what I want."

I look to the side of the woods and notice a person, or something standing there, just staring. She seemed frozen, like she saw something or had just been through something. She slowly stepped out of the woods and I swallowed hard. When she got up closer I noticed her doleful but apathetic face, showing little emotion at all, and the little emotion she was showing is pain. My heart sunk looking into her eyes. I couldn't sense anything, she was just...there. I shook my head and looked away from her, I couldn't bare to look at her pale and frightened face anymore.
Suddenly I didn't feel like having another glass. Nor did I want to do anything really. That girl, something is definitely off about her. My gut told me to stay right there and don't go, but my brain wanted to just get out of here.

I felt the presence of someone to the side of me and I knew exactly who it was which is why I wouldn't look at her, I just couldn't.

"S-si-ir?"

I froze and felt goosebumps on my neck. Her voice sounded so broken, so desperate. Slowly, I looked up at her. Her hair was down and knotted, crusted with dirt and dried blood. She had a cloth thing on her nose that was swollen and bleeding. She was standing on one leg which looked broken. The bone was sticking out of her knee and it was twisted. I cringed at the sight of it. She had a black eye making her (e/c) eyes stand out even more, I was flabbergasted at her appearance. I didn't know what to say at all. I sat there, staring at her with a surprised look on my face.

Finally, I got enough courage to say something.

"What do you want kid?"

Tears began pouring out of her doll like eyes, following that with sobs. "Pl-ease," She chocked out, falling to the ground. She just sat there, sobbing. I scooted my chair away from her and looked down at the sobbing figure. "Please what? Do you need help finding your parents or something?" I asked, hoping that she was doing something stupid thing kids so and got hurt.
As soon as those words left my lips, the sobbing stopped. "O," I mouthed as I felt goosebumps crawl up my neck again. "No." She said with a tone of anger inside her voice. She looked up at me and began crying once more, like she was holding in tears for those few seconds. "Fo-foo-d." She sobbed out harshly. Just on time, I heard her stomach growl and then her hold her stomach in pain.

I sighed and stood up. "If I buy you something you better tell me why you're out here bothering me for food when i'm not your father." I said more rudely than I intended it to sound. She looked up at me and light filled her eyes, maybe even a glint of hope. "Th-thank you. Thank y-you, so much." She whispered in a relived tone.

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Jungkook ordered the beat up and hungry girl a kids portion of nuggets and fries, there was only 3 nuggets in the meal. As she eagerly waited for her food, Jungkook was asking her question after question.

"Why do you look like that?"

"Why do you look familiar?"

"Where are your parents?"

"Why are you so hungry?"

The poor girl knew she couldn't answer any of these questions truthfully. Lying was the last thing she wanted to do, it made her feel guilty and she knew she was bad at it.

"First of all, i'm 19 so I don't need my parents with me all the time. I'm hungry because i've been walking through the damn woods for almost 2 days straight on one leg." (Y/N) leaned back in the chair, feeling more relaxed. Finally, there was something she could lay on that wasnt a tree or something hard and bumpy, like a rock.

Jungkook smirked at the girl, "you've got an attitude when you aren't crying." He said, twirling his alcohol around with a straw. You stared at the drink, your mouth watering. "No no no, I highly doubt you're even 16, you can have apple juice." He said, scooting his drink closer to him. "Uhm excuse me? I happen to be Kim (Y/N) you filthy peasant. I only look like a child because I don't age like a grandpa! Unlike the man sitting in front of me!" She screeched in a whisper yell voice. Jungkook threw his head back in laughter. "Listen here you little shit i'm buying you food. Also, you aren't Kim (Y/N). Every kid dreams, I know."

She was mad now, for a stupid reason too. "Do I need to show you proof?" She hissed, standing up on her one leg.

      Yes. Kim (Y/N) is a famous artist, belonging to the company of her father. She got popular for her unique voice and her dancing skills, she was really one of a kind.

     She pointed to Jungkooks phone with a smirk. "Look me up," She ordered, sitting back down. Jungkook scoffed and picked up his black phone, going to google and searching. His eyes widened when he looked at you and the picture, holding it up to your face. "No fucking way." He whispered in denial, staring at you. "Yes fucking way, now let me have a sip." You grabbed the cup in front of him and started at it like it was treasure. Jungkook was staring at you too, in shock.

     "What? What are you doing here, looking like that?" He questioned. You shrugged and took a break from chugging jungkooks drink. "I can't tell you, I don't even know your name."

   The nuggets came out and before the waiter could even sit them down on the table, (Y/N) snatched them from him, earning her a bug eyed face from the waiter. Jungkook looked at the waiter and nervously laughed, "sorry she's a little..."
     He sticks his pointed finger at his temple and twirls it around in circles, mouthing the word "coocoo". The waiter just nodded and quickly walked off, giving (Y/N) another weird expression.