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⁀➷˚ ミ a cracked city & fried chicken 彡

Jungkook sat down on the small sofa in the dim corner of the shop, inhaling the toxic fumes of the cigarette as it mixed with the scent of coffee and pastries.

he closed his eyes, as he shrugged and leaned back into the cushions — the softness feeling good against his aching back muscles and sore shoulders.

"kook" the ravenette heard as he felt a tap against his shoulder, "i'm not sure what's taking so long for our drinks but i gotta' go." jungkook hummed as he grabbed his backpack from namjoon.

walking along the city streets jungkook saw people rushing — each with their own itinerary.

the cracked city sidewalk and aged city structure merged with the smoggy air, never seeming to be a minute to spare.

cars streamed through the busy streets of seoul, the bloody flow of the city cracking and slowly showing urban decay as jungkook found himself walking towards a fast food place.

within a fortress of fried chicken and half shewed sugar canes, jungkook's fingers clawed off at the flesh — the sauce trickling down his throat.

the ravenette wiped his sauce covered fingertips, grasping onto his pineapple drink; sucking on the straw until there was nothing left but small pieces of pineapple covered ice cubes.

jungkook grasped onto his carton of marlboros, pulling a cigar out as he placed it onto his lips; puffing in as the fire from his lighter ignited it.

slowly burning, it ate away at the paper, dissolving in into smoke.

his cigarette dangled from his plump lips, his bruised hand tracing into his pocket as he pulled out his wallet.

"here's your check" the waitress said, leaning forward as she slide the check towards jungkook — highlighting and exposing the top of her boobs.

the ravenette chuckled, placing the money onto the check, knowing far too well the said girls intention.

"give me a call sometime" jungkook exclaimed as he placed a piece of paper onto the girls boobs, sliding it in between — a flushed look adorning her face as she headed back inside.

jungkook looked around at his empty apartment, making his way through his dark bedroom and onto the bed.

some would say a man leaning against his hand, a position known to being used by women when sleeping is unmanly — though, he didn't care.

the ravenettes finger bracing his head in a cliche of thought is the body leaning on the door of the spirt, weary to get in.

sleep could be considered godlike, neither mind nor body but a timeless shifting — he leans into his hand; the dark beginning to fall.