Dreams
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"So, now we have one vocalist and two rappers, one of them is a dancer too, can you dance Yoongi?" The producer asked their new member.
The younger slowly shook his head.
"He can learn it, like Jimin." Hoseok said.
Namjoon lifted an eyebrow. "It's not that easy to dance you know."
"Don't worry hyung, I'll do anything I can to help them." Hoseok said.
Jimin smiled and looked at Yoongi, hoping to see him smile too but he wasn't. He was just staring at the floor, in deep thought. He wished he could enter his brain and see what was happening there.
He met a bunch of people before but never met someone as mysterious as him. He never cared about anyone and never got interested in anyone but he wanted to know more about Yoongi, he wanted to unravel his mystery.
"Now that you finished school, you can come during the mornings too, right?" Namjoon asked Jimin.
The younger rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll do my best to come here without my parents knowing."
Namjoon was uncomfortable about Jimin lying to his parents every day. "Do you want me to talk to them?" He asked him.
The younger shook his head. "No, it's okay I'll tell them after." He smiled sadly.
"Your parents don't know?" Yoongi finally spoke.
Jimin smiled. "It's good to hear your voice hyung. And, no I haven't told them because they would have refused anyways."
"I see." The older simply answered.
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"Tae, how is it going with that thing you were working on?" Hoseok asked.
"I sent it yesterday, now I'll just have to wait for an answer." the younger said, nervously.
Hoseok rubbed his back. "I saw your draws, I'm sure they will accept you Tae." He winked, making him blush.
Namjoon observed the cute scene in front of him and looked at Jimin with interrogatory eyes, the younger just smiled, seeing how confused his hyung was.
The bell rang.
"Are we expecting someone?" Jimin furrowed his eyebrows.
"We ordered pizza." Namjoon answered. "Can you open the door Jiminie, please?"
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Jungkook's POV:
Being a pizza deliverer is everything but an easy job, especially when your boss is an asshole.
"Jungkook-ah, you have three more deliveries!" He yelled from the kitchen.
What the f**k? Do people eat only pizza or what? There are a million of dishes in this world but why everyone wants to eat pizza tonight?
"Boss, I haven't eaten since breakfast and it's 7 pm."
I was exhausted.
"That's your business not mine." He said, coldly. "Now, just f*****g deliver these pizzas and right now!"
Fuck my life.
I always wanted to quit this job but I really need money for my classes and there isn't any other job I can do.
I got on the motorbike and headed to the first address that asshole gave me. I met hundreds of people when I started this job and many of them never said "Thank you", they don't know how tiring it is to move more than 10 times a day, from house to house to deliver what their lazy asses can't prepare at home.
It made me think of that handsome stranger I met that day, of that smile when I gave him the box of pizza and he said how he thanked me. It wasn't difficult for him to say it.
And damn, the way he was singing while playing the piano was amazing, his voice is so beautiful that it stuck in my mind.
"You're late." Both customers said.
Well, f**k you all.
"Uhm, sorry!" I was wondering why I should apologize every time I was late, it was not my fault if the road was crowded.
I was so hungry that I felt very weak, I stopped for a moment in front of the motorbike to take a quick breath, I just had one more delivery before going back home.
I looked at the paper and my heart was about to burst when I saw the address.
The handsome stranger's address.
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3rd pers POV:
"Oh, you're the deliverer from the other day!" Jimin exclaimed.
The younger rubbed the back of his neck, too shy to look at him in the eyes. "Y-yes."
"Are you okay? You look so pale." Jimin asked him, with a worried face.
"I'm oka-" Jungkook didn't have the time to finish his word because he already fainted.
"Oh god, hey! Can you hear me?!" Jimin tapped on the deliverer's cheeks, trying to wake him up.
"Come help me!" He asked his friends.
"Guys, you put him on the blanket, I'll call the 119." Namjoon said.
Jungkook's POV:
I woke up in a hospital. As I said earlier, f**k my life.
I don't remember what happened, don't tell me I fainted in front of that handsome stranger.
And speaking of handsome stranger, I turned my head and found him sitting next to my bed, playing something on his phone.
"Oh, you're awake!" He exclaimed with a beautiful smile, a smile I wish I could see every day.
"W-what happened?" I asked him with a shaky voice.
"You fainted. The doctors said that it's due to malnutrition. Why didn't you eat Jungkookie?" He put his hand on my cold arm.
I raised an eyebrow. "How do you know my name?"
He started laughing. "Pabo! It's on your ID card."
Did he just call me pabo?
"P-pabo?"
He laughed harder this time. "Yes paabo! You're younger than me so it's okay, right?"
How can he be irresistibly cute?
"You should call a family member Jungkookie." The older of them told me.
"My parents aren't home right now." I said.
He nodded his head. "By the way, I'm Namjoon." He offered me his hand to shake and he seemed too familiar.
"And I'm Jimin!"
So, the handsome stranger's name is Jimin, I see. His name is a cute as him.
I shook their hands with an awkward smile. "You already know my name."
I kept on smiling when something came into my mind.
Oh, s**t.
"What's wrong Jungkookie?" Jimin asked.
"I was working."
He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, Namjoon hyung called your boss earlier. Someone will pick up the motorbike after." He winked.
How dare he wink at me?
"T-thank you."
"Jimin-ah, I should go back, my mother just called me. Can you walk him home? He lives next to your house." Namjoon asked him.
Jimin nodded. "Of course hyung, just go."
"Thank you, see you tomorrow."
"Let's go Jungkookie, I'll walk you home." He smiled.
"You don't really have to you know." I said.
"I can't send you back alone, I should make sure that you arrive safely." He said with a serious tone.
I can't refuse him after all.
We started walking side by side, it was nice that I was taller than him so that I can take a glance at him from time to time.
"Do you work on music hyung?" I finally asked him.
"Yes, we're kind of starting a group, nothing official for the moment." He said.
I wanted to talk more to him but we already arrived.
"Well, I live here." I said, pointing at my house. "Thank you hyung."
He smiled. "All the pleasure is mine Jungkookie."
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