mardi 29 novembre 2016

kitten

cuzimsickwithhope:



Type: short scenario, drabble-like

Summary: You never noticed him, yet you knew him: Jeon Jungkook.

Genre: Fluff (kind of), Bad boy!Jungkook

Warnings: none

Word count: 617

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He wasn’t really someone
you noticed.

Maybe it was you who
didn’t pay attention to your surroundings but maybe it was because you never
had an encounter with him, yet he seemed to be present everywhere -just not in
your life.

You knew who he was, that
was clear, everyone knew who he was. He seemed to be the college’s bad boy but
at the same he was not. Maybe people thought of him as a bad boy because he just wore the same colour -black tight pants, black shirt, black leather
jacket, black shoes, black hair…everything was black. Maybe it was because he
seemed to have a motorbike and sometimes leaned against it, a cigarette hanging
in his mouth, smoke escaping his lips, disappearing into thin air, and he seemed so quiet and peaceful that
you didn’t notice him -he was there but he wasn’t there for you.

And when the weather
decided to play tricks on you and it started to rain -exactly when you were wearing
a cute summer dress, damn it, you had to search for a place to stand under, that was when you
noticed him. You didn’t know why but you approached the shop he was standing
in front of, yet he didn’t seem to wait for the rain to stop -his attention was given
to something else. And when you stepped closer to shield yourself from the rain
you realised what he was staring at: the kitten in the store window.

You noticed the soft look
in his eyes when the kitten rolled around, the way he buried his hands in his
pockets and leaned forward, his black boots kicking the ground softly, a light smile playing on his lips -a smile
you’ve never seen on his face before. It was there, directed to the inside as if he didn’t want anyone
to see it. Something that was only meant for the little kitten that was caged
in the store, mewling softly, paws scratching the window, begging for attention.

“You like
cats?”

Immediately, your face
flushed, teeth sinking into the flesh of your lower lip, tugging at the skin. You
hadn’t meant to start talking, to even ask him something, when you didn’t even
know him yet he seemed to draw you in -that you were sure of. It was like he was emitting light -even
though he was completely black; you knew he was the definition of addicting drugs yet you didn’t turn around and went away, your feet felt as heavy as cement as you stood next to the little puddle created by the never-ending rain.

His dark calm eyes
settled on you once he heard your voice and the smile didn’t leave, not like you expected; it was regarded at you, holding in a
bit of impudence and when his gaze slid over your form, taking in how you were
shaking and jittering, he, with a swift move, draped his leather jacket over your
shoulders before he turned away, the cigarette hanging in his mouth
moving as his dark voice washed over you, absorbing you in a maze of danger yet
safety, playing with you, letting you know that you were, in fact, someone he
noticed.

“I do, especially
when they’re so cute.”

And you were sure,
completely sure -you could even put your hands on fire, that he wasn’t talking
about the kitten mewling behind the store window, that this skittish smile he
was sending the cat was actually meant for you.

And as you stared at him,
cheeks heated, you inhaled the scent of rain, of smoke, of musk, of something
unknown yet exciting.

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