Jungkook hooligan

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook leaned his shoulder against the cold wall, tucking his cigarettes into his pocket. His sweatpants were stained, and there was a fresh black eye under his left eye, but that didn't matter right now. He was waiting. Every day, like a fool, from four to six.

Because at the same time, the object of his dependence comes out from around the corner.

Taehyung is the "princess" of the neighborhood. His hair smells of expensive coffee and caramel, not the fumes of a kiosk. Jungkook sees the muscles of the guys on the bench tense as Taehyung passes by. But no one dares even sneeze: someone else's treasure.

"Standing here again?" Taehyung lifts his chin, and the line of his neck glows in the light of the lantern. Something I want to mark.

Jungkook crushes the cigarette butt with his boot. He puts on his usual grin, even though everything inside him is turning over.

— I brought flowers. I stole them from the mayor's flowerbed, you like these.

He holds out the crumpled peonies with rough fingers. Taehyung snorts, rolling his eyes, and walks past.

But inside, Taehyung feels a lump. Because there's no one standing outside in the rain every fucking day. No one handing out stolen flowers. And no one looking at him like they're ready to rip out the throat of anyone who offends the "princess."

Jungkook takes a step back. Another one.

"Listen," the voice was hoarse and smoky. "I can be gentle. Only for you. I answer, Tae."