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lovestrippedbare) wrote2021-04-08 06:42 pm
lovestrippedbare) wrote2021-04-08 06:42 pm
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It takes a while before Jungkook decides on exactly what to bring to Yoongi's place. He already feels a little foolish, having overlooked the fact that Yoongi surely doesn't have the same luxury of time that they did before — that they probably should have been more mindful of even then, as hindsight tells them now. Even if Yoongi doesn't live in a place that requires rent, it's clear that he still needs to work enough to pay for food and drink, and perhaps for shelter as well on nights that aren't as forgiving in climate. There probably aren't many jobs so willing to part with money when their employee doesn't have a permanent address.
The thought halts Jungkook's hand as he reaches out towards the store shelves. To bring too much now might only make Yoongi feel worse about his position, and Jungkook needs to be thoughtful with what exactly he brings, at that. Nothing too perishable. Maybe something warm, Jungkook thinks, that can heat up with a bit of water from an electric kettle.
A few bowls of ramyeon, various flavors. Several rolls of kimbap that Jungkook tells himself he'll partake of equally, so that Yoongi feels less burdened. Chips, chocolate, banana milk and soda. Next time, he'll bring something a little healthier, but for now, Jungkook's primary objective is to check out as quickly as possible, rushing on his way to Yoongi's place, even though he's already gotten the warning that Yoongi might not show up until well after dark.
No matter. By the time he shows up at the building, Jungkook seats himself on an abandoned plastic crate, sipping at his carton of milk while he opens up his textbooks, using the remaining light from the day to get started on his homework. For once, it feels like the effort won't be in vain.
Just three more months and he'll have graduated, and this won't be a dance that there's any more need to play.
The thought halts Jungkook's hand as he reaches out towards the store shelves. To bring too much now might only make Yoongi feel worse about his position, and Jungkook needs to be thoughtful with what exactly he brings, at that. Nothing too perishable. Maybe something warm, Jungkook thinks, that can heat up with a bit of water from an electric kettle.
A few bowls of ramyeon, various flavors. Several rolls of kimbap that Jungkook tells himself he'll partake of equally, so that Yoongi feels less burdened. Chips, chocolate, banana milk and soda. Next time, he'll bring something a little healthier, but for now, Jungkook's primary objective is to check out as quickly as possible, rushing on his way to Yoongi's place, even though he's already gotten the warning that Yoongi might not show up until well after dark.
No matter. By the time he shows up at the building, Jungkook seats himself on an abandoned plastic crate, sipping at his carton of milk while he opens up his textbooks, using the remaining light from the day to get started on his homework. For once, it feels like the effort won't be in vain.
Just three more months and he'll have graduated, and this won't be a dance that there's any more need to play.