Cigarette Boy ☪︎ JIKOOK

| CIGARRETE BOY |

I could see him, the dark haired boy. He sat on the bench across from me in the park. He had black soft hair that was parted in the middle, swaying down to just above his eyebrows on both sides.

He was dressed in black skinny jeans, the material clinging to every curve in his legs. A white button up shirt that was tucked into his pants, his elbows resting on his knees and his back crouched over.

He was looking up, probably looking through all the people walking in the park, or at the pigeons right in front of us , looking for food along the cement pathway that separated our two benches.

His head laying in his right hands palm, and in the other hand, a cigarette. He breathed out thick grey smoke, the fog escaping over his head. It was quite beautiful, the smoke creating an aura around him. Only his aura symbolized death. The grey substance building in his lungs , like dirt. Every cigarette he breathes in, watering the dirt, and soon his lungs will be so full of flowers, that he won't be able to breathe anymore. The flowers taking over, leaving his lungs broken...

His eyes wandered over to mine, we locked stares until I quickly looked down to break the awkward eye contact. I looked at the note book in my arms , stacked on top of text books. It was plain red with a name scribbled at the top- " Jeon Jungkook ".

I opened my note book and pretended to be reading, occasionally glancing up at him. He was feeding the pigeons, by our benches, what was left of his sand-which sitting on the bench right next to him.

He was a pretty sight , smiling once in a while when the birds would come closer to him. His high cheekbones complimenting his eye smile.

I glanced back at the dark haired boy , just one last stare I thought - until his eyes locked with mine once again . It wasn't an awkward stare that he gave , it was one of those stares where you get lost in each other's eyes and can't look away.

Except there was something that made us both look away . Rain . It suddenly started pouring rain , dark grey clouds overlapping the once , sunny and bright sky.

He stood up and started to walk across the cement path in between us. Oh no I thought , as he got closer and closer to my bench , is he mad at me for staring?.

He stops taking steps as he reaches my bench , his burning cigarette still between his fingers . He makes a gesture with his hand , signalling me to stand up from my seat.

I stand up, not saying a word , trying to avoid eye contact . He smells good . Not like cigarettes or smoke , but flowers and ... summer?

" y-yes..? " I say as I stand in front of him , looking to the ground trying to stay calm."

He doesn't answer , instead he lifts my chin and presses his lips to mine. He tastes like flowers and... cigarettes, and here we were , kissing in the middle of the park , in the rain.

And that was my first taste of the cigarette boy named Park Jimin.

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