Barbed Wire Tattoo - Jungkook gang au

22 - Shopping

this is the skirt described in the chapter...idk i couldn't describe it well enough

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

I have been spending a lot of my time alone, locked away in the loft. The bar is temporarily closed because Jae's parents are home from America. Jae is with them working with gun deals, I offered to help but her parents preferred not to have me working around them. I have made a name for myself in the criminal industry, and it's no longer Kang. I'm the runaway, the lost, the useless. Word on the street is that Amphis couldn't even handle me so they kicked me out, I didn't mind the gossip though I've always been one for drama.

Jungkook came to the bar often, trying to talk to me. He looked more and more tired every time he came, he stopped showing up though. I wonder if he gave up. I kind of miss seeing his face, even if his face was pale and the hollows of his cheeks were more noticeable than before. I missed him, and I shouldn't. He lied, they lied. But they saved me, but then they also failed to save me when my life was actually on the line. The thought of Amphis and Jungkook left me with a headache and a pain in my chest.

I can't deny how lonely the loft is, filled with dust blanketed boxes and shelves. Every step I take results in the wood below me to creak and shift, so I stay on the bed. But the bed isn't much better, with every breath I take it squeaks no matter what I do nothing is silent. I could go out and buy a phone, or something to fill my time. But I don't have motivation to get out, I've been living off of take out chicken and tap water. The only thing I do is sleep and work out. By work out I mean seeing how many pushups I can do before my arms give out, so far I've reached over 500 in a span of 20 minutes. One time I got so bored I made a punching bag out of old sheets and towels I found in the loft.

I had enough of the squeaky bed, finally pushing myself up grabbing my own and final jacket and my wallet. I needed more clothes than 3 tee shirts, 2 pairs of jeans, and 1 jacket. Making my way out the back door of the bar I was met with cold crisp air. It was a windy day, my eyes watered with every gust. I preferred this weather though, less people were outside and the people who were outside were rushing to get in. I tucked my hands into my pockets as I made my way to the main road, it was a 30 minute walk to the local mall so I guess I'll just go there.

While walking I kept seeing people that looked like the boys, there were two men walking next to each other, one with bright red hair like Hoseoks. I almost called out to them until he turned his head back and I saw it wasn't him. I was disappointed that it was a stranger. It was insane to me how much my mind has changed in the past 2 months. I've actually developed human emotions, and these ugly things called feelings. I was never lonely when I worked for my father, he kept me busy so busy I didn't have time to think about myself or what was going on in my head. But now that I'm left with my newly developed mind 24 hours a day, I'm scared. Scared of being in this big world without anyone but Jae to check up on me. But she's so busy between gun deals and Jimin she only talks to me when we are working at the bar, even then she's usually talking to customers. The only weapon I had was the switchblade tucked in my waistband, I could always register a weapon but that would take months.

I didn't realize how hard it was to live a legal lifestyle, I'm so used to sneaking around under police's radar that I've never lived like a commoner. I've always lived with people cooking and cleaning for me, I was useless in the 'real world'.

I finally made it to the mall and I wasn't as cold anymore, the walking had heated up my body nicely. I caught my reflection in a window and my nose and cheeks were bright pink while my hair was frizzy from the wind and humidity. I just wanted it to be snow season already. Walking into the mall sent me on a trip, all the school girls and boys running around and laughing, older couples drinking hot coffee and talking, it wasn't something I'd ever been exposed to. It was nice though, it gave me a warm sticky feeling in my heart. I walked around trying to find a store to go into, all the clothes for women were flowy and loose. Many having floral designs and rhinestones trailing around them. I found one store though, it was a Japanese street fashion shop. There were girls and boys around my age inside shifting through the racks and asking each other for opinions. I walked in greeting the workers and they smiled at me. A short black haired boy walking up to me.