~sequel to Paint Me White~ Jeon Jungkook, a former prostitute, feels like an awfully used plastic bag. Worn out and currently suffering AIDs, he desperately grasped onto his newfound friends that'd saved him from dying alone. But he still felt worthless; he was still in his youth, but he hadn't felt the rush of childhood for years, missing out on all of his teenage years and standing scarred and broken at 19. He felt old. He felt like that one old, rusty telephone at the back of a store that no one liked and always disregared after years and years of use...abuse. He just sat in a corner, while his highly unjustified case of an STI rusts away at his skin like it would on metal. Out of all the things he'd expected to happen to him, one of them was NOT to bump into a 14 year old female genius while she was protesting against the exact thing he'd suffered for 6 years straight, and get called out on the exact thing he had been diagnosed with, right on the spot. ~*~ "What is wrong with you, kid? I'm the old and mangled music box in the corner of a store that no one notices or wants. What's got you so interested in me?" "Well, I guess I'm that one kid in a million that would choose vintage over modern." "...Vintage?" "Yeah, vintage. And vintage is beautiful."All Rights Reserved