I'll meet you in Paris || Taekook ✔

Part 8 - Problems

September 13th - Wednesday
In the second week of him working at the factory his body had betrayed him. Jungkook was feeling sick, weak and tired.
He was most definitely not born to become a coalworker. But he kept going.

It was currently 8 pm on Wednesday. It's a day to be excited about because once you get through the "hump" of Wednesday, you'll be on the easier journey for the rest of the week.

Jungkook was still at the factory. He made a mistake earlier today in the loading room, so  he had to do overwork.

'Hey, kiddo. Want a Cigarette? I have enough of them anyway.' Jackson spoke up next to him.

'No thanks, I'm no smoker.'

'Oh come on, I know you're stressed.' Jackson said.

Jungkook took the little cancer-stick and placed it between his lips. It wasn't his first time, he smoked before back in Busan. He used to only smoke on Monday's, it calmed him after he had his weekly beatings. And he still smokes a Cigarette on every Monday, it became part of his system.

But it's better to hold a pen between your Fingers than to hold a Cigarette, Jungkook knew that very well. So the rest of the time he would be writing to relieve his stress. Writing down your complicated thought is just as relieving as a smoke session. At least that's how it worked for the ravenhead.

'You've smoked before?' Jackson asked.

'Yes, but I'm not an addict.' Jungkook added while shoving some coals into a huge heat oven.

'Everyone who starts smoking says that, until they become it. And then there's almost no way back to normal.' Jackson said with a sad expression in his face.

'Seems like you have experienced an addiction before.' Jungkook pointed out.

'No, I'm living in one right now.'

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'Taehyung!! Wake up, tu est stupide?' Elliot whisper-yelled at the korean boy.

'Wait, what happened?' Taehyung asked while slightly opening his eyes.

'You fell asleep in class, you imbécile.'

'When is this class over?' The redhead asked, now fully awake again.

'10 minutes.' Elliot answered.

'Shit, I missed the whole class?!' Taehyung whisper-yelled. 'Why didn't you wake me up?'

'I thought you were taking notes, désolé..'

'No, it's my fault. I went to Pierre last night to work on our assignment. But he kept pushing me to stay with him for the night as we still had a lot of stuff to do, and after a while of him asking over and over again I gave in to stay.'

'Really?!' Elliot yelled out through the whole classroom. All eyes went to two boys in the back of the room.

'What are you looking at?', Elliot began, 'Nothing interesting over here, now continue s'il vous plaît.'

When everyone's attention was back on the teacher, Elliot continued. 'He didn't do anything right? He's like the biggest fuckboy of this university.'

'No I didn't let him, but he definitely tried to make a move on me.'

'What a perv! Je le déteste vraiment!'
Whenever the French boy would get irritated or heated over something, he would start speaking in French, totally forgetting that this was an international school and half of people never understood him.

'And it sucks even more that I have to endure his irritating persona all over again today.' Taehyung stated.

'Your not staying with him again tonight, he'll definitely pull a move on you if you stay again.' Elliot said as he pulled his bag over his shoulders.

'I wasn't planning on staying, believe me.'

-

Taehyung sighed for, what felt like the 10th time that evening. 'Pierre, I really need to go. I have plans tonight.' He said.

'Ah come on babe, stay a little longer.' Pierre said as he stood before his door, not letting Taehyung out.

It was now almost 8 pm and it would get dark soon, the redhead remembered that Jungkook didn't want him to wander around on the streets when it's dark.

He wanted to get home as soon as possible and call with the younger while smoking a cigarette.

'Taehyung come on, don't be boring. We can have some fun together.'

'I don't want to have fun with you, let me out!' Taehyung now yelled at Pierre.

Pierre's arms slowly started moving up and down over Taehyung's arms.
But the redhead was not giving in that easily. So he did what every normal human being would do, he kicked the other male in the balls.

'Ah! Tu est merde!' Pierre yelled while grabbing his balls because of the pain shooting through them.

With that Taehyung took his bag and ran out of the others apartment.
'Keep your hands to yourself next time! imbécile! Taehyung shouted back at him.

He would definitely need more than one cigarette to calm himself down, he thought as he walked in the now dark streets of Paris.

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Word count: 857
Song recommendation: Breath by Years & Years

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