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I told myself I was in control when in reality I was slowly losing myself.

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Jungkook Focus

It was silent and peaceful outside, the crisp wind chills breathing down the blonde's back like past memories that remain untouched. Taehyung is very silent, seeming to be either thinking nothing or contemplating everything at the same time. Jungkook's mind is racing along the strings of air that pass through his short locks, the frozen aura that surrounds him seemingly unable to break through and reach into reality.

Some people are out on the streets, winter coats on and chatting with friends, walking their dogs or visiting shops. Taehyung had brought them both into the outskirts of the city, where small shops and street vendors were sparse yet lined the streets. Jungkook was hyperventilating innerly, his hands and body itching for action, itching for violence. His brain was searching for a relief, the feeling of sinking a steel blade through flesh and bone, hearing screams and sensing fear because of his presence. He was mid thought when Taehyung taps his shoulder.

"Do you want to get something to eat? It'll distract you." He says calmly, Jungkook recognizing this personality as 'Blank', the formal one, as he saw it. He simply gulped and nodded at the redhead, who's kind eyes bored into his soul like needles through soft skin, yet meaning no harm nor doing any pain. Taehyung waved him over, the two arriving at a small restaurant and bar at the corner edge by the four way separation. It seemed like it wasn't very busy, a couple waitresses wandering through, and an old couple in the corner booth.

The whole restaurant was like an indie sandwich bar, with a barista for specialty coffees and a chalk board with the day's specials. Cafe lights are strung across the ceiling in zig zags, each chair and booth having small pillows tied to them and the tables decorated with candles in glass jars. The colour theme calmed the younger, pale and indie theme spreading across the artworks and furnishing of the small restaurant. Jungkook admires the hanging plants, in woven baskets that are attached in levels from the fairly low ceiling to mid wall, edges lined with white flowers that he doesn't know the name of.

"Hello, welcome to Pallette, restaurant and coffee bar. Table for two, or would you like to sit at the bar? We serve food there too." The lady at the front introduces, gesturing inside. Taehyung smiles politely.

"A table would be nice." He replies briefly, running his hand through his hair. Jungkook admires his social technique, watching the situation from over his shoulder.

"Alright, just this way."

The two of them are lead to a table for two by the wall, by a gorgeous minimal piece of photography. The two seat themselves comfortably, taking off their jackets and setting them on the backs of the chairs. The soft vanilla scent from the candle on the table relaxes Jungkook, the blonde letting himself go a little. He notices how Taehyung suits the whole aesthetic of the restaurant, his cream coloured sweater and faded red-orange hair creating a casual yet angelic feeling from his presence. The older seems to be thinking about something.

"What's on your mind, hyung?" The blonde asks, leaning back against his chair as the two make eye contact.

"All the stuff going on, really." Taehyung takes this time to have a good look at Jungkook, taking in the difference in appearance. He tilts his head. "Jin hyung's sister and the culprit, Namjoon hyung's strange silence, Jimin's health and safety especially. He might have to be hospitalized for a while soon. Also Yoongi trying to.. you know."