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1991 | s, sk _________________________
he understood that a revolution was beginning, but when it was time to rebel, he stood in the midst of the protesters and cried for a better world. did he even help?
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"can you pass the salt, arata?"
jungkook smiles as he sits in the diner booth across from arata and ryuu. it was the first day after his whole imposter mother and live shooting scandal that he could actually function straight. though he was still disappointed with the whole thing, he couldn't find it in himself to be angry with arata. the man had taken care of him ever since he first set foot into both the music industry and the real world, so it was only right that jungkook trust him. arata knew best, right?
"ah, you should really call me arata-sama." arata says, holding the salt from the younger's reach with a slightly desperate smile, "maybe just once."
"i think the fuck not." ryuu cuts in before jungkook can ever consider doing so. the red haired drummer snatches the salt before pushing arata out of the booth, his toupee nearly scrambling from his head in the process, "get the hell out of here, you old perv."
"yeah, yeah, yeah." arata waves him off, standing to his feet and smoothing out his hairpiece with an annoyed look, "just hurry up and eat, we're on a tight schedule today. you two are all i got today anyway. sora's faking a cold but he was spotted downtown at that new candy land world earlier today and michi's with his kid. and we have too many interviews today to fuck around, so hurry up and eat."
"since when were you an actual manager?" ryuu scoffs, drowning one of his fries in ketchup as he passes the salt to jungkook.
"since i have expenses, you don't think it's free to look this good, do you?" arata retorts, staring at the younger with a look of disdain before threatening, "be outside in ten minutes or else."
ryuu rolls his eyes as arata fixes his hairpiece on last time, a dry, spiky white mess, before he storms out of the diner in his high heeled boots.
"no one's going to take you serious with that piece of ass carpet on your head, arata!" ryuu shouts after the manager, only to be flipped out before the shorter man leaves for good. the drummer sighs at the sound of jungkook's laughter, but he can't help the smile that forms on his face at the way jungkook's nose is scrunched in amusement. ryuu throws a napkin at the singer then, "hey, stop laughing and grow a backbone when it comes to that perverted fuck. i mean shit kid, what would you do without me?"
"i hope i never have to find out." jungkook replies with a shrug and a small smile that makes ryuu shake his head.
"well tough shit cause if i'm being honest-" the drummer starts, hesitating as he stirs his fry around in the ketchup before looking up at the younger with a serious look, "-i'm thinking of leaving go! run! fighting!"
