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lovestrippedbare) wrote2019-05-16 10:05 pm
lovestrippedbare) wrote2019-05-16 10:05 pm
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He knows what he'll find, but it doesn't stop Jungkook from looking anyway.
The days have long since lengthened, evenings no longer carrying the chill and bite of winter, but something about the light and the way smoke lingers in the air reminds Jungkook of it anyway — late November, hot packs crammed into generous pockets. He pulls the hoodie further down in front of his eyes, lets his hands hang heavily in his pockets, fingernails restlessly scraping against fingertips. His earbuds are crammed tight in his ears, but fail to block the rush of cars as they pass.
I can forgive and be forgiven by learning to heal with a heart wide open
It's past the season, but Jungkook's lips are still chapped, his teeth worrying at a loose piece of skin as he weaves through the streets. Now and again, the rush of wind directs his gaze over his shoulder; occasionally, a figure passes, but never the one Jungkook wants.
The light of the gas station has always been cold, no warm undertones as Jungkook approaches, only a soft blue that sears in his vision. Jungkook's lips quirk as he pulls out a hand, carefully considering the pallor of his expression in this light. Only when beams of light spread between his feet does Jungkook step quickly to the side, letting a car pass, watching as it comes to a stop before rushing inside the small mart attached to the station.
A soft chime sounds in the background as he steps inside.
He's not here to buy anything, but Jungkook picks up a chocolate bar anyway, the same brand Namjoon always had on hand when he visited. Lays it carefully on the counter, not sure if it's good luck or bad that the manager is handling the cash register right now. Jungkook bows his head, silently lays his cash on the tray, refuses a plastic bag. Only after he's pocketed the bar does he clear his throat, eyes wide while time remains suspended for a few moments.
"Kim Namjoon-ssi..."
Jungkook doesn't come around enough to be a familiar face, but understanding dawns on the manager's features anyway. Perhaps it's his age that has the manager breaking policy; perhaps the manager knows something more that Jungkook doesn't.
"Ah, yes. Kim Namjoon-ssi no longer works here."
It takes a while before Jungkook makes his way around the building, opting instead to sit on the raised step outside the shop entrance, breaking off pieces of chocolate and letting them slowly melt in his mouth. Only once the bar is gone does he step around back, until the building blocks off most of the surrounding light. He seeks out the stars as soon as his eyes adjust to the darkness, little more than pinpricks in an ocean of black.
They're not in the same positions as he remembers, but one of them shines brighter than the rest. Jungkook wonders if tonight, perhaps Namjoon is watching the night sky as well.
The days have long since lengthened, evenings no longer carrying the chill and bite of winter, but something about the light and the way smoke lingers in the air reminds Jungkook of it anyway — late November, hot packs crammed into generous pockets. He pulls the hoodie further down in front of his eyes, lets his hands hang heavily in his pockets, fingernails restlessly scraping against fingertips. His earbuds are crammed tight in his ears, but fail to block the rush of cars as they pass.
I can forgive and be forgiven by learning to heal with a heart wide open
It's past the season, but Jungkook's lips are still chapped, his teeth worrying at a loose piece of skin as he weaves through the streets. Now and again, the rush of wind directs his gaze over his shoulder; occasionally, a figure passes, but never the one Jungkook wants.
The light of the gas station has always been cold, no warm undertones as Jungkook approaches, only a soft blue that sears in his vision. Jungkook's lips quirk as he pulls out a hand, carefully considering the pallor of his expression in this light. Only when beams of light spread between his feet does Jungkook step quickly to the side, letting a car pass, watching as it comes to a stop before rushing inside the small mart attached to the station.
A soft chime sounds in the background as he steps inside.
He's not here to buy anything, but Jungkook picks up a chocolate bar anyway, the same brand Namjoon always had on hand when he visited. Lays it carefully on the counter, not sure if it's good luck or bad that the manager is handling the cash register right now. Jungkook bows his head, silently lays his cash on the tray, refuses a plastic bag. Only after he's pocketed the bar does he clear his throat, eyes wide while time remains suspended for a few moments.
"Kim Namjoon-ssi..."
Jungkook doesn't come around enough to be a familiar face, but understanding dawns on the manager's features anyway. Perhaps it's his age that has the manager breaking policy; perhaps the manager knows something more that Jungkook doesn't.
"Ah, yes. Kim Namjoon-ssi no longer works here."
It takes a while before Jungkook makes his way around the building, opting instead to sit on the raised step outside the shop entrance, breaking off pieces of chocolate and letting them slowly melt in his mouth. Only once the bar is gone does he step around back, until the building blocks off most of the surrounding light. He seeks out the stars as soon as his eyes adjust to the darkness, little more than pinpricks in an ocean of black.
They're not in the same positions as he remembers, but one of them shines brighter than the rest. Jungkook wonders if tonight, perhaps Namjoon is watching the night sky as well.