chapter one ;; smoker
jungkook's perspective
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Bored. I was bored of the constant reduplicating of my days as a black ink pen glides across a moleskin journal. The small coffeehouse at the corner of the street was rather busy, as it was a Saturday morning. My palm was an arm rest for my face while my figure hunches over a small and square table for two. An empty chair stood in front of me, almost screaming to be occupied by that one person who was never there.

I'd already imagined the lonely chair to be filled many times before. A blonde boy with pale skin and blue eyes, a brown haired girl with hazel eyes, a ginger with bright green eyes, a transgender girl consisting of brown eyes and black hair, there were endless combinations that my mind dreamt of every single day as my petite body claimed this very spot in this very coffeehouse. Loneliness wouldn't be quite right, but the person that should be there was never willing to show.

There had been someone else capturing my attention more so than the other new people crowding the usually empty building. His name was Taehyung. I'd easily learned that from a deep voice speaking the name once a barista asked. The Sharpie wrote across the white paper cup in large, blocky symbols and allowed me to easily write out the name in my own moleskin journal.

It was a rule for me to write down all that caught my eyes, all that interested me longer than usual. I was a one cursed with the attention span of a fly, easily getting distracted by other things most would find silly and impractical. A daydreamer, an aspiring journalist spending nights observing the world and trying to write about it.

Taehyung sits down by himself, grabbing a small and white box out of his leather satchel casually hung on his wooden chair. It was a table just like mine, occupied by the same amount of people as me. This boy looked about my age but wiser and more intelligent. The light tapping played with a tune humming past my lips and into my ears through earbuds. My black ink pen hit the crinkled and cream colored page while staring rather intently at the latter.

He opens up the small box, delicately and skillfully sliding out a white cylindrical stick before placing it in between his chapped and pink lips. The latter was an evident smoker, confusing me as to why someone as interesting as him would take over such poison. His lungs were already blackened and filled with chemicals, slowly dying just like the rest of us but with a higher chance. Taehyung's eyes glazed across the small coffeehouse, taking in everything at once.

The dark brown eyes completely missed me as he brings a metal and rectangular lighter up to the white stick loosely peaking out of his mouth. There wasn't a rule for no smoking, mainly because the coffeehouse was too small to ever think someone would smoke inside. It had been shamed upon by the younger generations for so many years, yet this one singular person found it completely normal to light a cigarette and allow the wisps of smoke to fall out in a beautiful and organic pattern.

Taehyung - Smoker

A scribbling sound filled my silent area, writing on a page specifically labeled 'TAEHYUNG' in bold letters. It was meant to be a page filled with factual observations as the latter takes the lighted cigarette out of his mouth with two slim fingers and takes a small sip of black coffee while tapping off the excess ash on the end. He looked immaculately casual and normal, only drawing more attention due to everyone else either talking with others or speedily typing against expensive laptops or phones. Taehyung instead sat silently and was occupied with smoking and drinking more than anything else.

Coffee - Black

Bangs fell into my eyes as little wisps, and I quickly pushed them out of my face once more to observe a puff of smoke leaving the interesting boy's mouth as he blows out. It flew up towards the ceiling, dissipating as my curious eyes followed. He looked like someone who had a lot to say, someone that teaches rather than being taught. Maybe Taehyung was a teacher, although it didn't seem to fit his facade.

His posture was much more proper than mine, legs crossed and head laid back in a manner. He looked ethereal, scandalous. Taehyung didn't finish his coffee while sitting down, instead leaving once his cigarette became a mere bud holding no more intoxicating addictions. Pink lips wrapped around the small tube of paper one more time, sucking tightly to hopefully receive one last disgusting puff before finally giving up and starting fresh. As the tip lit up with an orange glow one last time, Taehyung decided that it had been drained of all it could receive, standing up and putting his brown leather satchel back over his shoulder.

White Doc Martens with black soles and laces trudge across the light brown wooden floors, coming in my direction with the slight sway of hips that were covered by tight, black skinny jeans. It's like he wanted to put his slim body on show, proud of the physique that underlies. A tight, white button up latched onto a tanned body with arms covered in a loose and grey cardigan, he was absolutely magnificent.

Taehyung abruptly stops while next to my table on his path to leave, front facing me but only glancing down at the old moleskin journal I forgot to close. The trance currently casted across my mind shooed me away from common sense in closing. His eyes quickly glaze over the barely filled page, just like his eyes looked around the coffeehouse.

"Kim, Kim Taehyung." His low and elegant voice somewhat darkly speaks before starting once more, walking away from my table for two.

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don't expect updates to be so quick with this story!! i'm still planning out the storyline and trying to form some more ideas for it and round things together so that there won't be so many plot holes.

i hope you like the first chapter and understand the vibe this story will give (sorry for such a short prologue that i'm not v fond of)