First Love

A.

Note: This is a normal chapter guys. It is written by me, your Author-nim and not our protagonist. Also this is in the present, 2020.

Keep guessing who is being talked here. I think you are quite intelligent to guess who he is. All the best.

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The boy sat in front of his laptop in the dim room, lighted just by the light coming from his MacBook Pro. He was too concerntrated on his laptop than the other boys at his age. He was clearly trusfrated. God knows why did he stressed the hell out of himself.

Pushin' his harmful-blue-light-protection glasses back, he ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. He murmured to himself, "just a bit more, you little brat!", that pretty smile never leaving his handsome face. And with that he scrolled through his screen, slowly inspecting it's contents. Once done, he moved his hands swiftly on the keyboard, typing something fast, still smiling. After the final dramatic click, like the one they do in movies when the antagonist presses the 'Enter' key to foully transfer millions of dollars from the protagonist's account, he leaned his head back on the table and pulled his hair, his eyes closed and lips parted in a small smile. He was smiling to himself, obviously because he didn't had anyone to smile at.

He stood up after a moment and went into his small kitchen. He has been residing in this tiny apartment for quite a time now but still seemed to be uncomfortable about a few things. But, he couldn't care less about it. He had rather important things at hand including his career.

To speak the truth, no one would believe that this young man has achieved this much in his life, and yet lives in a 1BHK flat. Money was not his priority, it never had been. But to have his name known by everyone in his field was his main goal. He wanted to conquer NYC by his talent.

(A/N: NYC, Again. Damn boy! Like every fucking time it is NYC! Bless you NYC! Okay, sorry! I don't even know what I am saying!
Jungkook: Omo Author-nim! Did you get high!?
Me: Hell no! What are you even saying Kooki- *coughs* I mean Jungkook-sshi!? Get back to your senses young man.
Jungkook: Oh is that so!? So, you aren't high or are you too short to get high!? *smirks*
Me: Save it up dude! I am already 169. Just 10 more centimetres to get to you. Ya watcha! I am gonna get your height and bang! Smack you harder than you will ever imagine. *kicks and punches air*
Jungkook: You are not 169 . You are 166 shortie~ You won't ever to my height tiny-miny~ And are saying you will smack you OPPA, huh!?
Me: *coughs* O-Ok enough! Let's con-continue the story Ju-Jungkook!)

He came out of the kitchen with a cup of the freshly made coffee. Probably, his coffee was the strongest one in the whole of NYC. He flopped down on his sofa and took a sip of it while placing his glasses down and took his phone out to just fiddle along, having nothing particular to do.

He was scrolling through his contacts, suddenly having an urge to talk to someone, when his view landed on a particular starred one. He swallowed a lump that formed in his throat. His coffee was streaming hot, he realised it only when he unconsciously took a bit bigger sip of his coffee, unintentionally burning himself. He fanned his mouth as he felt his tongue burning. He sighed.

He slowly regained himself and looked again at his phone's screen. He didn't know what he should do. He thought a bit about it and exhaling, threw his phone at the table infront of him. He then took his time to finish his coffee, carefully, not wanting to burn himself again. He hadn't had the urge to feel hurt for years now. Surprisingly, all he wanted was to be happy.