𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 | 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 (𝓜)

Pawn It Off || XVIII.

Ao3 credit: rix

summary: Jungkook goes to pawn off a couple trinkets and accidentally brings his vibrator as well, thus sacrificing most of his dignity while he's at it.

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"Forty."

"Seventy."

"No. Forty-three."

"Sixty."

"Forty-three fifty."

"Oh, come on." Jungkook shakes the necklace brashly in front of the shop clerk's face. "It's a real gemstone."

"Yeah, and it's real shit." The guy swats it away. "Size of a fucking pea."

"Worth more than forty."

"I'm being generous here. If I were you I'd take what I can get."

Jungkook grumbles, "Fine," and tosses the necklace onto the pile of other jewellery, knickknacks, and ancient heirlooms splayed out on the glass countertop. The shop clerk scrawls down $43.50 under the long list of other prices on his paper.

"Anything else?" he grunts, giving Jungkook a bored gaze.

His demeanour now is quite different from when Jungkook had first walked into the pawn shop, a sincere smile that had been matched by a greeting saying hey, how's it going? Nearly two hours into their interaction, though, and that's all disappeared. The fact that Jungkook vehemently tries to talk issue with every price he proposes probably isn't helping his mood much, either.

"No—" Jungkook begins, and the guy's face brightens up into that lively smile again as he immediately starts to say great, then just give me your name and we can get on our way, until Jungkook finishes his thought with "—that's it for this box."

"What."

"I've got another box."

"I heard you. I'm just saying. What."

At this point, Jungkook's patience is running thin, too, and he's got better stuff to do than coming back to this hole-in-the-wall pawn shop another day. He wants it all done tonight.

"Yeah," he grunts, and grabs the empty cardboard box by the flap and lifts it off the counter. As he walks out, the small bell above the door jingling as he wrenches it open, he says flatly over his shoulder, "I'll go get it."

"You do that," he hears the guy snip before he's out in the dark parking lot, glass door swinging shut behind him. What an ass, he's thinking as he gets the second cardboard box from his trunk, a massive thing full of junk he'd found around the house while cleaning for the first time since he'd moved there seven years ago. Anything he thought might be worth any value was thrown in haphazardly, everything from his late grandmother's gold and silver to some stupid teddy bear he was gifted by a relative when he was a kid.

If he'd known the amount of hassle he'd have to go through to pawn off each item, he probably would have been more selective with what he brought. Nonetheless, he wants it gone, and he's here anyway, so he might as well.

"Here you go," Jungkook says with as much scorn as he can as he drops the heavy box onto the countertop.

"Beautiful," the guy just mutters, managing to sound even more hostile than Jungkook, before sighing. He taps his pen against the countertop as he reads over the list again, then gestures sharply with his hand without even looking. "Well, open it up. How much you think you got in there?"

"Dunno," Jungkook says as he tears off his messy masking tape job. "A lot."

"Sweet," he huffs, tapping the t harshly against his teeth and enunciating slow. Again, he breathes a deep sigh through his teeth.