TROUBLE | VKOOK

1.The boy with the skateboard

Jungkook's black hair that was being blown by the wind resembled of a silky flag, while the wheels of his skateboard were rolling fast making everything around him look like a colourful blur. The cold breeze hitting his face felt like a hug of oxygen that was giving him some warmth inside despite the coldness of the November night, in Paris. He hadn't even noticed that his nose had turned the shade of strawberries and his lips were chapped giving him a slight sting.

The boy had his 'Nirvana' sweatshirt on and a black puffer jacket on to protect himself from the cold, while his legs were covered with a pair of ripped jeans that were in fact too ripped for that part of the year.

His mind was empty. Only a popular song he had heard on the radio earlier was playing in his head with no intention to get out of it. His eyes fell on a familiar figure that was looking at him and then his name was being called.

"Jungkook." A shorter guy with bleached hair called him waving lazily his hand in the air to catch the boy's attention. His other hand was occupied by cigarette that was slowly getting shorter.

Jungkook got closer to him stopping a few steps away from him. He was slightly panting letting out breaths that looked like small clouds.

"Jimin, what are you doing in the park at this hour?" Jungkook frowned watching Jimin bringing the cigarette between his full lips.

Jimin removed the cigarette from his mouth letting the grey smoke out of it. Jungkook's nose scrunched in disgust when the toxicity of it hit his face making him forget all the freshness he thought he had been breathing before."I will find Namjoon later." Jimin casually said. He looked so cool with the grey beanie on top of his head and his bangs out. He was wearing a leather jacket that made his toned arms look even better than they were. Jimin was so cool.

"But the question is what are you doing here, kid? Isn't it a little late for you?" Jimin lifted his eyebrow taking another drag. His eyes were on Jungkook with no expression on his face.

"I just wanted to get some fresh air. Studying is killing me." Jungkook groaned rolling his eyes to the back.

Jimin chuckled, but it sounded kind of like coughing due to the smoke he had just inhaled. "Don't stress too much over it."

"I don't think that's an option. Dad's gonna kill me if I don't get into university."

"Come on, you'll make it. I mean- if I made it, I'm sure as fuck you can too." Jimin buried his free hand in the pocket of his jeans.

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders with a sigh. "I don't know."

"Anyway, are you heading home?"

"Uhm, yeah I guess." Jungkook was playing the silver hoop on his ear.

"Cool." Jimin inhaled the smoke turning his head to the side to not let it fall on Jungkook's face again. "You know, this Saturday I'll go clubbing with the guys from college. You can join us if you want."

"I don't think I can. I have to study."

"Oh come on. You can study before we go, plus, Yoongi's gonna be there too." Jimin smirked nudging Jungkook with his elbow.

"And what does that have to do with me?"

"Oh you know exactly what that has to do with you. Did you forget that Yoongi is my best friend and he tells me everything?"

Jungkook felt his cheeks take a reddish shade and that was not from the cold.

Jimin kept talking. "And mom and dad won't be home, so like the good step brother I am, I can find somewhere else to sleep for the night, so that you can bring Yoongi and have some fun when you come back from the club."