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•🌕🌼°Mouthfull°🌼🌕•

*☆🌼⬆How Jungkook and Taehyung look⬆🌼☆*

      [August 31th, 7: 35 am]

You would think Jeon Jungkook is a normal boy. Yes, that korean boy who studies hard every day but then watches anime until the moon hides and he finally falls asleep. The boy whose parents don't earn enough money so he just works at some place in the weekends to help them pay the bills and still be able to eat well. The boy who smiles at you but won't talk to you because he's "a little too shy, nothing to worry about" and you'll just move on thinking it's a shame he doesn't talk.

Well that's what Jungkook wants you to think. It's all a game. The mysterious boy is nothing more than a mysterious boy, right?

But Jungkook was bitterly broken inside. He had this big problem that wouldn't let him have a normal live; he couldn't stop thinking.

Even if it stormed and deluged outside, Jungkook still had work to do. Even if everyone was resting and watching whatever TV show at their homes, Jungkook still had work to do. Even if every single thing turned out bad that day and all he wanted to do was cry and leave his body fall dead, well, even so, Jungkook still had to work. Jungkook had no rest, he had no fun, he couldn't even remember the last time he enjoyed life, the last time he didn't think about how to live but just live, the last time he felt free and relieved, the last time he didn't think about the consequences of his acts, just like every single young boy out there who just did what they did because it made them happy. For Jungkook happiness wasn't even an option, because everything on his world relied on him and if he did something wrong, the consequences of it would be terrible not just for him but for the little people he loved. If he failed, everything else would. He just could not fail.

He crossed the door, shrinking his body when he felt the cold air going trough his old worn - out jacket. He decided to speed up down the road
in order to not die of hypothermia, looking down at his feet as they took big steps, closing slowly the distance between Jungkook and the University.

《Take big but coordinated steps, Jungkook》

Before realising it, he shivered at the reminder of that specific quote and his lips curved in pain. How he wished he could hear his voice again, listen to his advice just one more time before...

It didn't matter. People change, people die, people go and come. It's the power of time and Jungkook knew that, there was no time to be sad either way. Work needed to be done.

He wasn't expecially motivated to start on a new job in a city he didn't know, but from what he had heard, it wasn't really a city he would've wanted to get to know if he wasn't in a situation like this. In a situation where he couldn't just think for himself.

Some more steps and he arrived at the university. He had been walking for at least 20 minutes but Jungkook almost wished for it to be eternal. He wished time would stop so he didn't have to work or think again. No new people, no new problems, no insecurities. Just a long nothing.

The building was big and it seemed very luxurious. Not a place for Jungkook at all. He glanced with shiny eyes at the students who entered and left the place looking gorgeous, with their books in their hands and really really really expensive clothes on. He knew this because of his own clothes, which weren't even half of the price theirs were and looked very poor in comparison. He wasn't blind, he could see the judging looks and the long stares, hear the giggles and the whispers, he already had a bad feeling about it. It seemed like being back in high school. But just not in high school.

Soon he realized he was drawing people's attention even more standing there like a plant.
He took a deep breath to calm himself down. He had been judged before. Not just once, nor twice. Multiple times, why should it be different this time? He wasn't like them and would never be.

Step by step he made it through the entrance, ignoring every single person that dared to look at him for more than 3 seconds. He didn't really know where he was going, he just needed to find the coffee shop and everything would be fine but he couldn't get to see any signal that located him. No trace and Jungkook was starting to lose his patience.

He was walking around the same place for the third time when he finally gave up looking. He had to ask someone, as much as he hated it, he had to. He could go around and search the place for himself an half and hour more but he was running out of time and he didn't want to be late on his first job day, so without thinking it too much in a split second he was already talking to somebody, hoping in the back of his head that please please let him be nice, please.

"Excuse me, you know where the coffee shop is?" Jungkook asked, looking up at the person he had chosen randomly, blindfolded by his shyness.

He almost felt backwards when he saw what he was talking to.

Fuck you Jungkook, you couldn't have chosen the one with the glasses and the innocent smile?

No. He had to go for what was dangerous. Of course he wanted to go talk to the boy with blonde hair, big bright eyes, plump perfect lips, glowing clear skin, a breathtaking v line on his jaw that just... ugh. He was perfect.

And when he smiled at him. God, when he smiled at him Jungkook felt like his soul was being taken away by some strange anon force and his body was left there hanging, looking at that guy like if he never saw someone as beautiful, which was probably true considering how handsome that dude was.

"There it is" he said.

Jungkook shook his head. He hadn't heard a word the boy was saying and all because of his hipnotic lips. He felt dumb and stupid.
And stupidity doesn't lead you anywhere, does it Jungkook?

"Sorry, could you repeat that?"

At least the guy had his patience. He smiled again and repeated his words without any sign of annoyance.

"Just keep going forward until you see a red signboard, it's called Mouthfull"

Jungkook thanked him for his help, of course with a trembling insecure and low voice, eyes glued on the floor and his cheeks felt like if he had been slapped on the face multiple times with a griddle.

Shaking his head to deliver some tension he continued walking just how the perfect guy told him to. And then he saw it. A big red sign with white letters printed on it. He finally had arrived. 10% of his day was completed.