Warm | VKOOK

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For the period of time after the plane ride on that one fateful day, Jungkook was attempting his best to adjust to his life back in Korea.

Aimlessly rearranging his books on his bookcase- alphabetically, by author, or by color- He couldn't choose, but anyone with common sense could tell that this was not his true intention.

He wasn't giving his hands a grey tint and his nose a minor cold, sticking his head in the musty depths of the unexplored nooks and crevasses of the bookcase in need of a dust for a reason.

He was merely desperate to find occupation of any sort, when he had alone time.

When there was an absence of major activities in the young boy's life, he simply just... lived.

Ask him what he had for breakfast? He couldn't recall. Who he talked to yesterday? He 'knew it, but it just wouldn't pop in his head.' How he felt? Neutral... always.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, however. He just decided to spend more time on the significant points in his life and leave the others for his subconscious to absorb and it alone.

It was what he liked to call Life Autopilot.

He'd pour cream instead of milk in his cereal, he'd grate carrots on a cheese grater, and he'd put his phone on the hook where the keys went- often a few moments later followed by the small yet heavy device to come crashing down onto his face, and for him to scold himself for being so careless, so aloof, so inattentive.

Jungkook wasn't Jungkook, he wasn't that bubbly yet reserved velvet haired boy that everyone(meaning only a few people due to his quietness) had known and come to love.

He was just there, a clump of matter made to occupy space, and his delicate brown roots were beginning to take over the shiny red hair he'd spent too much money on.

But he didn't mind this state of living- it was quite peaceful for him, despite not being the best approach on how to pass time, as said by many before.

He simply preferred to let life fly by him and watch from a distance, all events merging into blurs of color, each moment bringing in a different hue.

But this lifestyle was getting a bit boring for him, as it would any other. He longed for some substance to his life, something that would leave him eager for the next day to come as opposed to going through the motions as he usually did.

And so- after hours of contemplation- and as soon as he was about to get up in defeat to do some other time-consuming, mindless task, he glanced over at the small bag he'd kept the paper in. The paper containing his number.

The gold rinds lining the delicate fabric of the pouch reflected the harsh light filtering down from the window and into the room, leaving his eyes slightly stinging.

His gaze remained on the bag as he opened it, pulled out the paper, and plugged it into his phone, an indescribable feeling that was full of eagerness pumping through the young man's veins.

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