Warm | VKOOK

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Jungkook strolled slowly through the bustling, packed airport, his head being drawn this way and that way by unique art on the wall, or designs on the ceiling.

He watched as the people flew by him, amazed at the sheer quantity of them. He wasn't too fond of crowded places, but the entire concept of a crowded airport made him joyful inside for some odd, unknown reason.

He hadn't gotten many opportunities to be in a place as full of rushed people as an airport before.

But he was on a flight in a few hours, and had come unreasonably early- in extreme fear of missing the flight. And that left him with several moments to spare. So- he did what any curious young adult would do. He had started exploring the airport.

He let his hand run across the wall, the force of his body naturally guiding it. He wondered when he-

"Ouch!"

He had run into something stiff, and quickly- moving. He had to brush his hair out of his eyes in order to see the culprit.

It was a young man, who looked to be about his age. He had somewhat unkempt chestnut brown hair that was scattered in all kinds of directions across his airbrushed forehead. He then looked Jungkook in the eyes, allowing for him to better analyze his delicate face.

His neatly outlined features didn't bring out anything in particular on his face, but merely contributed to his overall soft look. And his lightly tinted, soft pink lips were almost doll-like, a trait that Jungkook admired in anybody.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I-" Jungkook began, but soon was cut off by the melodic, rich voice which belonged to the man standing in front of him.

"No worries. I wasn't looking where I was going." The brunette said smoothly, brushing his chest off as if there laid some sort of curse on it.

"Ah- me neither." Jungkook said quietly, slightly flustered by the entire situation.

"Well, I'll get going now." The young man proclaimed, adjusting his bag around his shoulder once more and walking away from Jungkook, his long legs carrying him rather elegantly.

The exchange seemed to go by all too fast, as if it flew before his eyes like a butterfly on a vivid spring day.

He proceeded to walk towards a secluded, quiet cafe near a large window at the end of the walkway.

He picked a seat, unsure if he was hungry enough to order a meal. But that was only a mere background subconscious thought.

Because- for some reason, the man's face was still defined and crisp in his mind, despite only seeing him a short while.

He rested his chin in his palm and proceeded to daydream, his mind wandering to place after place. A peaceful expression laid upon his soft features lightly as he got lost in his own thought.

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A/n: Hope you enjoyed this first chapter. The chapters will probably be significantly shorter and more flowery as opposed to cry, most likely.

But I like to see this book as my cozy, soft hiding place from the real world and its... real stresses and the likes.

Don't take anything too seriously here, because It's just a sweet story I have in mind. As of now, I don't have any plot, but I have inspiration. So- hopefully I can put that to use here.

✧ Love you

-Anna

P.s I have some plot now, writing this before I publish the first chapter. Don't worry!