@hyacivth
“ah-- dahlia ?”
the reprieve of his unsettling afternoon encounters him in the middle of a crowded bus and the tricky little thing called fate. coincidences upon coincidences piled up on one another in the uncertain, yet certain, possibility of such moments occurring in his life. the way it brings two people together, through the strangest and most unpredictable fashion, has jungkook altogether unnerved. he’s never thought as life as something meant to be controlled, yet to be enjoyed. watch as it passes you by and all that metaphorical bullshit people keep on stuffing into their small heads. a collective group of naivety is what society is these days. lives plugged into chargers and cords and hdmi cables.
sweetness still exists in ways unfathomable; he recognizes her as a woman out of his past, and as someone he could say he felt something for. nothing romantic. more like a feeling of doubt and pessimism. he almost regards her with a look of curiosity than that of hospitality. jungkook, being the child that he is, is unsure if she even remembers who he is. they met once, briefly, and it shocks him to know that he’s forming interest in her once again. he can barely remember their encounter, yet he seeks conversation in the blueness of winter, of which he feels the most sadness in the most inconvenient moments.
like now.
“must sound like a creep. you probably don’t even remember me. it’s been like, a real fuckin’ long time.” he half-smiles, tugging lightly on his tie. it was awkward enough just blurting her name out-- now he was stuck making awkward conversation. “I-- um-- i’m jungkook. maybe you remember me ? homeless kid. not really homeless but definitely looked the part.”
