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jungkook was focusing on his dancing image on the mirror but his thoughts were clouded by that cute neighbor of his.
he didn't know how to feel. flattered? pissed? shy? he did not know. but he definitely was not positive about the situation. it was rather irritating. imagine been stalked, being looked at, that's how he felt at the moment. he knew once he debuts, this would be common and stalkers would be there but he wasn't ready for it as of then.
the day went by in a heartbeat. whole day he couldn't think straight. he did wrong moves while dancing, his voice wasn't to the point as he sang and later at starbucks, he was too slow and made the costumers wait too long, losing some in process.
that day wasn't his best and by the time he was home, he looked towards jimin's house and jimin with some other guy were walking out the door. he was taller, maybe the same height as jungkook, tanned, yes, he was beautifully tanned, a color not easy to find in korea, and the boy was lean. he displayed confidence, something jungkook lacked a bit, something he needed the most for his to-be idol life.
he saw them all giggle and hugs as they walked to the pavement and onto a bike, maybe the other guy's, because it was usually not there. and surely with jimin's height, he couldn't ride such a big bike. jungkook did not realize but he was still staring at them as they drove off. once they were our of his sight, he unlocked his door and decided to take an evening nap. he really needed it.
bur he couldn't sleep. he was yet again thinking about that boy and it was plainly irritating him now. he decided, that he needed a drink. that's what he did even though his company forbids him to smoke or drink, he still does and knows that they can't kick him out. he was the next big thing they had and jungkook knew it, they knew it.
so putting on his black leather jacket and leather pants, he added a mask and cap to complete his look, the look he used when he was pissed, when he needed a break from the people, when he wanted to be careless, fucked up, fuck or do anything he wants without being noticed.
he took out his bike then, he did not usually use it because he preferred bus, it was more convenient, he could hear songs all the way and forget about focusing on the road. but at times, when he was on his own, maybe drunk, maybe with a girl or a guy after the party, he needed his own vehicle. he was a good driver even when drunk, maybe the best. so that was never to be worried about.
his engine roared as he headed to his usual bar.
❝drinking is never a solution when the problem is a person❞
