My Rebel With A Halo | Taekook FF

5

"What the fuck can I get for him?" Jungkook whispered as his eyes traveled along the stores. 

He currently was in downtown Seoul looking for anything to give to Taehyung. There was a rule on what you could take but Jungkook didn't look to see what was allowed. He afterall does sneak in the prison without anyone knowing.

The getting out part was always the trickiest. The guards in the front know who Jungkook is but the guards in the back don't. To them, Jungkook is just a visitor. But once Jungkook continues walking closer to the front, that's where he has to be faster. He has two things in mind at the time: 

Don't look at the camera.
Don't get caught.

It's much easier said than done. But with Jungkook's skills, he's never been caught. 

I suppose you can say it's his talent. To not be noticed.

Jungkook continued to walk around the streets, looking at the names from the stores. It didn't take long until Jungkook decided to walk in a cafe to get a drink, annoyed that he couldn't decide what store to go in first.

The cafe wasn't packed as he thought it would be. There was a few customers here and there but quickly left once they got their drink. 

"Can I take your order?" Jungkook turned around, instantly met with a tall blonde. 

"Oh, I'm actually just here to think.." The younger trailed off as he heard how stupid he sounded right now. "Hot chocolate would be just fine." Jungkook smiled, walking away from the man who simply nodded and walked to the register. 

While he waited, Jungkook took his backpack off, (which he carries to stores), grabbed his laptop, and began searching the stupidest thing he never thought he would have to search in his life.

What to get for a guy you sorta like who is in prison

"Care to tell me the name of the prisoner you like?" The barista asked, setting the cup down next to the computer. Jungkook was sitting in a spot where the table was shaped like a circle with two chairs. There wasn't much room, making the cup touch the computer.

Without noticing, the barista started laughing as Jungkook closed his computer like his life depended on it and began breathing heavily. "You scared me!" Jungkook yelled, smacking the barista's hand away from his chair.

"Now, boy," The barista began "I'm sure I'm older than you. Even if I'm not, don't touch me ever again." 

Jungkook's eyes went wide and nodded. "I'm s-sorry you just scared me. I-I didn't realize I hit you." Jungkook apologized, looking up at the blonde. The older sighed, hating the fact that he just scared one of his customers. "May I?" The barista asked, as he took ahold of the chair, opposite from Jungkook.

Jungkook nodded, keeping his hands on top of his computer as if to guard it from the older. "So, do you want to tell me why you're searching such a thing on your computer?" Jungkook allowed his eyes to stare at his computer, not looking up at the barista.

"I-It's for a friend-"

"I'm sure he's more than a friend. Don't forget, I did just read what it said not so long ago." The barista spoke, not letting the younger finish. "Well I can't tell you his name but he calls me 'darling'."

Jungkook didn't know what happened but once he finished his sentence, the barista stood up, as to trying to process what he had just said. 

"Get the boy something to paint, I'm sure he would love it." The barista suggested, pushing in his chair. "What store is better to get it from?" Jungkook immediately packed his things away, grabbing the hot chocolate. "Across the street would do just fine."

The barista began walking away but stopped and turned around. "I'm Jin by the way." 

"Jungkook." Jungkook bowed, walking towards the door but then remembering he forgot to pay. "How much was the drink?" Jungkook asked, getting closer to Jin. "It's on the house, now go."

"Wait why?" Jungkook questioned, tilting his head. "Let's just say you gave us a chance."

"Us?" Jungkook's eyed the older. His clothes were hiding a lot of skin but once Jin ran his fingers through his hair, a tattoo was visibly shown on his wrist. It was a skull with four stars, a star on each side of the skull.

"Just go." Jin pointed at the door, making the younger pout and walk out. 

When the doors closed, Jin grabbed the phone under the desk and dialed a number while looking at the glass doors where he was able to see Jungkook run across the street.

"Hello?" The other line spoke.

"Hey it's me, a guy around his twenties is about to go in your shop. He knows Taehyung."

"Doesn't everyone know Taehyung at this point?"

"It's different. He's buying a drawing kit from your shop, put the letter in it."

"You think he's our way back to Taehyung?"

"I don't know, babe."

"If you're sure, I'll try my best."

"Thanks Joon."

***

Jungkook walked in the store, completely stunned by how packed it was with books, music CDS and cassettes, and most importantly art supplies.

It didn't take long for someone to walk up to him and ask if he needed help. "I think I'm fine for now, thank you." Jungkook smiled, watching the man bow and walk away, helping out another customer who walked in.

Jungkook walked around the aisles, looking up at how high the racks were. He found the signs in which gave directions as to where everything was located at. When his eyes landed on "Art supplies" he smiled, making his way towards aisle twelve.

As he got there, he saw another man standing there. He had brown hair with box shaped glasses which made him look sophisticated. The man was also taller than Jungkook. 

He ignored the man and grabbed one of the paint kit, turning it around where it showed a picture of what it had inside. 

"You don't want to take that, if I were you." The man spoke, not even taking a glance at the boy. "W-why not?" Jungkook asked, afraid as he saw the end of a tattoo on the man's neck. Jungkook didn't have a problem with tattoos but with neck tattoos? You must be one hell of a tough guy to stand through that much pain and time.

"Because this one is much more better, see?" The man turned around, smiling as he handed Jungkook the much more fancier kit, the tattoo hiding under his shirt. "Sorry if I scared you. I tend to do that a lot. I'm Namjoon."

Jungkook nodded and continued to look at the kit before he told Namjoon his name.

"Well, Jungkook, I think I should ring you up on that, no?" Namjoon asked. The younger looked up and nodded, walking behind Namjoon like a lost puppy trying to find his mother.

The older stretched out his arm for the kit but was not handed the kit as Jungkook eyed his wrist. Again, the same tattoo was there. The skull with the four stars around it.

"What does that tattoo mean? Is it like a cult thing or..?" Jungkook finally asked once he handed over the kit. Namjoon chuckled and nodded. "Something like that."

"Well, Jungkook, have a nice day and have fun painting." Namjoon smiled, earning a smile back from the younger who shook his head. "It's not for me, it's for someone else."

"Well, I hope that person looks inside the box very carefully."

Jungkook tilted his head, not understanding. Namjoon must've noticed his confusion because he was quick to explain.

"We don't need the person dropping the paint."