Black & White is our 'I Love You' || Jikook FF

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Another day and like usual, Jimin dreaded getting up. He was tired. He hasn't been sleeping well lately and it caused it his body to feel heavy throughout the day. 'I need to get back to the gym' he thought.

After graduating college, he thought getting a Job would be easy, thought he'd be working his way up to being CEO somewhere, he couldn't have been more wrong. Everywhere he sent his applications to; he heard the words "We'll call you".

They never called him.

'What was the use of him going to college then?' He thought bitterly as he threw his legs over the side of his single sized bed.

He kept searching though, 'giving up' was never in his vocabulary. Apparently, majoring in the arts settled him for working in a book store just three blocks from his current apartment. Truthfully, he was okay with it. He wasn't uncomfortable in his work and it wasn't like he hated reading or books. As a matter of fact he loved reading so all in all it was probably a win win for him anyways.

His parents, like the loving souls they are, wouldn't leave him penniless no matter how much he tried to refuse it. They made sure to stash enough in his bank account to buy a decent apartment with furniture to live in. His cupboards were also filled with food. He was thankful.

Not to mention the house was styled to his liking. The only bright colors in his room – better yet, his whole apartment were blue and yellow. The purple on his bed sheets were dark. His curtains were white, his bedroom wall was white, and his dresser was black...

No, his soul wasn't dark or whatever; he just loved how the dark colors made the little bright colors pop out.

He rose from his bed and stretched to his toes, to get rid of the remaining sleep in his body.

The purple floral design on his sheets, which were a gift from his mother, shifted and fell from his body as he stood. His body clad in only his tight black boxers.

His shoved his feet into his white bunny slippers (yes, he has bunny slippers. Problem?) and trudged into his bathroom adjoining his bedroom with a yawn. He stripped out of his bottoms, threw it in the dirty hamper and stepped into his glass cased shower.

He didn't stay long and within ten minutes, he was out.

He grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it tightly around his waist before stepping out onto his fluffy white mat. He brushed it teeth and finished freshening up quickly before he exited, feeling fully awake by then.

He glanced at the clock on his night stand—"7:40 A.M" it read. He had a little under an hour to get to work.

Kicking his slippers under his bed, he dragged his foot over to his closet, his eyes automatically going to the picture frame that sat on his dresser. A pang went through his chest, halting his breath in his throat. Three years. It's been three years. He should be over it, but even so, it still hurt.

He gave his head a gentle shake to not go too far in his thoughts. Why he still kept it was for reasons he doesn't want to talk about...along with all the other things he got that are locked away.

He pulled on a plain grey hoodie paired with faded blue jeans and his white vans. He grabbed his fully charged phone with his wallet and he was out the door. He checked the time on his phone; he had 25 minutes to get to work. It was a ten minute walk.

He had a car form when his parents bought one for his birthday but he preferred walking. If he wasn't going to the gym, he might as well get a little exercise by walking.

He walked along the street, his earbuds in successfully blocking out any unwanted noise. Where he lived wasn't silent in the least but it wasn't loud either. He'd just rather not hear the blaring car horns and people chattering so early in the morning.