area 52 | vk.

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0540H

jungkook's alarm snoozed for the third time, and with frustration, he grunted and kicked his blanket from his body, the cold air immediately enveloping him uncomfortably.

he blinked tiredly, instantly regretting his hasty action as blood rushed to his head. his nose scrunched at his unpleasant headache before standing up and putting on his slippers.

0544H

he stepped into the bathroom, combing his hair out of his face with his fingers. streaks of light seeped through the window, illuminating his features. he stared at himself and wondered if park jimin would still think he was cute at this time of the day.

he chuckled to himself, "cute. cute? me? he said i was cute," he grinned lopsidedly like a silly person, shoving a toothbrush in his cheek while covering his rose-tinged cheeks.

0547H

he walked out of the bathroom, his lovesick grin refusing to leave his face as he strolled to the kitchen. his fingers danced across the packets of instant coffee on the cupboard, soon pulling out an instant creamy cappuccino. as he yawned and pressed the button to heat the water, he wondered where hoseok was, whether he'd left his keys or stayed in a friend's house.

the artificial aroma of coffee filled his nostrils, and he wondered why this was so familiar; why his routine was so constant, why nothing was really new.
now as he sipped his coffee, his stomach churned at his unfinished project, and maybe he should just half-ass it due to the lack of inspiration. "shit," he put down his cup, frowning at the burning sensation on his tongue. so he left it, and decided to ditch coffee that morning.

he wished change would come visit him sometimes.

0552H

he went back to his room, goosebumps forming on his arms at the sudden change of temperature. he picked up his bag and grabbed his sketchpad and pencils, immediately rushing out of the freezing room.

his heart did race at the fact that his classmates may be out and already venturing for materials and garments when he was still on stage one, fully left behind, but, he had learnt that panic only drags you down even more, and if that was his pace then, so be it.

he just hated that not even one good idea came to him.

he just sometimes wished he was a bit like them, though, but, only sometimes.

0553H

maybe there was something coming. he just didn't know it yet.

0554H

he walked into the living room and wondered, if change would come,

0555H

he sighed and switched on the lights.

would he be ready?

his eyes widened.

he was staring at a shirtless, brunette boy, who only blinked at him blankly.

"u-uhm, who are you?"

then he spoke in a language he couldn't understand.

jungkook squinted his eyes in confusion.

then the boy blinked again, looked at what seemed like a tablet, and tapped the screen.

immediately, a chartreuse light emanated from it, flashing data and illegible text. the boy stood up and walked closer and closer to jungkook, and he simply stayed frozen in shock and confusion. the boy looked at jungkook's face, then back to the tablet.

then he held up his hand, to which jungkook flinched and blurted out a quiet "d-don't hurt me." too groggy to give any other response.

the other looked at his own hand, and in perfect english, he said, "it is a handshake. i thought all humans knew that."

jungkook furrowed his eyebrows at the boy, extremely weirded out, and shook his hand.

he had almost gasped at how cold the guy's hand was, but, he didn't mind. he was more puzzled at how he had the most beautiful hands he had ever seen.

"jeon jungkook."

"y-yes, that's my name. sorry, i-i don't speak english well," he replied, frowning as he replied with all the english knowledge he could muster.

"korean." the boy nodded and tapped at his screen a few more times.

jungkook didn't know whether to run, or to scream for help, or to hit the boy in the head with his sketchpad, contemplating all of this while also using all his strength to stop himself from viewing the guy's chest and invade his privacy,

suddenly, the boy's tablet lit up, a voice talking in a language that jungkook could finally, clearly understand,

"language detected. korean. traditional."

the boy put his tablet down and looked straight into jungkook's eyes.

"wh-who, who are you?" he asked hesitantly.

he gave him a grin, an unsure grin, one that looked like it came from someone who didn't know how to smile. "v-317."

jungkook looked at him skeptically.

"r-right, v-317, uhm," creeped out, jungkook looked at the boy's seemingly unblinking eyes. "you—"

"jungkook."

"h-huh, yes?"

"would you help me find it?"

"find what?"

the boy blinked back.

"find..what? what do you want?"

the boy showed him the screen of his unusual tablet, and on it was a picture of,

"area 52."

and as jungkook gave him a bewildered look, the boy looked yearningly back at him.

"please,

would you help me find area 52?"