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It's 5:58am.
The sun is shy, pale, soft all over his skin like lemonade.
Jeongguk finds the streets completely empty, deflowered and silent, he's walking - alone - and he has this kinda look on his face not-so fresh, doe eyes barely opened and a cascade of soft honey-blonde hair over his forehead - disheveled, messy, golden like wheat. He thinks he should cut them, maybe - his parents never liked how long locks would fall over his forehead, sometimes brushing on his eyelids and covering his eyes, it wasn't elegant ( fuck that shit, Jeongguk would think and he wished he could've spoke his mind at that time ).
His car is parked somewhere not too far, deciding of entering the borders of what seemed like a small town far enough from Seoul walking and not driving - quick decision taken too rapidly, he didn't exactly know if it was the best though. The scenery is pretty, Jeongguk thinks, cause he can see the faded outline of mountains and there's this soft breeze that welcomes his body just right making his neck bloom with goosebumps.
Suddenly, Jeongguk misses Seokjin more. Maybe the scenery triggered something inside of him, memories, but he does know he's gonna miss him even more as time will pass by. He still doesn't know when he's gonna go back - maybe soon, maybe never, and it kinda scares him the thought of actually never coming back ( the idea of never get to kiss Seokjin again, leaving him to be just a metaphor written all over his body like tattoos - maybe it's good, maybe it's not ).
He breathes in and then breathes out, he doesn't freak out about being all alone in the middle of what looked like nowhere, he likes it instead - he can smell freedom and it's scented like fresh grass and lemons ( he likes it so much ).
The shirt he's wearing it's getting sticky but he can't blame the sun for it's barely there, yet the soft material perfectly molds itself around his broad strong shoulders - he clenches the muscles, shoulder blades rolling in discomfort, he definitely doesn't like how the shirt keeps itching against his skin.
He wonders if there'll be someone nearby, willing to help him or at least tell him where exactly he is - maybe giving him advices. He's tempted to call Seokjin, but then he thinks about it again for the man might be asleep because it's six am after all and he doesn't want to disturb him ( he caused him way too much trouble as of now ) yet his hand itch to reach for the phone carefully placed inside the front pocket of his expensive red pants.
He stops his steps for a second. He looks up at the sky and sighs loudly ( if only Seokjin was there, Seokjin - funny how he couldn't keep him out of his head ) and his mind seems to go blank for what looks like minutes, he passes a hand over his face and he feels tired - so so tired he thinks he might need a well deserved nap but he doesn't even know where the hell he is so sleeping it's not his plans right now. Biting down his lower lip, his eyes search all around him for something - someone - til they fall upon a figure standing proud and tall leaning against the side of a seal pick-up truck.
