Jul 21
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Have to let ppl know I run the #1 Jungkook glazer/lover club here
kookisms
"what the fuck" and there again, he was the epitome of stupidity. how big were the chances that this would happen to him more than once? too big for his own fucking good. every little careful move, every hour of hard working - and only for an outcome like this. dreams shattered on the floor, vernon stares down with a bitter expression. eyes filled with disappointment and anger, he couldn't really blame anyone else but himself. he had worked so hard, tried his best and put all effort in - DAMN he had even calculated and measured in his mind on how he had to do this to get it right. everything was wrong today. everything he worked for was now on the floor, his friend ( or rather said acquaintance ) had seen it all and the bandaid on his left shoulder started to slowly fall off his skin. his stomach growled hungrily and he felt like punching himself because it wouldn't shut up. it was no need to say that he was hungry. he hadn't eaten since the day before. but he blamed only himself for this recurring cycle of events. finally, he kneels down and grabs a napkin. a napkin, can you believe it? apparently a napkin is enough to wipe away two hours of hard work again.
"you know what, if i hadn't gotten distracted by that ugly fucking bird outside the window i would have been able to do this- fucking frying pan slipped out of my hands like HONESTLY? what the fuck did i do wrong- it was the oil on the handle, the bird outside, the floor is also kinda slippery- i ain't even gonna complain about it. it wasn't my fault. fuck now i don't feel like making scrambled eggs anymore. let's just go out and get something or order in. i think i got egg inside my shirt and the fucking bandaid is falling off i gotta fix that or i'll get an infection. this tires me. the next time i see a bird i hope it fucking flies straight into my face to peck my eyes out and kill me. FUCK." and all these bitter thoughts only because of a dropped egg.