it's ironic, that jungkook can feel so concerned for this random person who he knows nothing about when he's been living on the streets for weeks now. he's been able to make it, living off of pick-pocketing and the snacks and street food it can buy him every so often, not really moving forward but not moving backward, either. he's still young. trapped in a kind of naivety that won't last forever, but for now he believes that it's okay. he believes that he'll be able to make it just fine on his own, that somehow something will work out and he'll end up where he wants to be. a month isn't long enough to break his spirits, even though some days it feels harder than others when the reality of the situation tries to seep in and rest itself on his shoulders. he's able to keep making it by ignoring it, even if that's not a long term solution. long term isn't something he thinks about when he's just trying to keep himself from getting too cold or too hungry by the end of the day.
jungkook looks at the guy, taking in what he can see with eyes that are still a little sleepy because he's always been slow to wake up and it's gotten harder since living like this. he's tired most of the time now, which is only to be expected. he can't remember the last time he slept for more than three hours or so at a time. it's clear that something's happened to him. it has to be something that's unpleasant or he wouldn't be sitting out here like this, but there's nothing about him that looks or feels dangerous. he looks older but not too old, not old enough to make jungkook feel scared or intimidated.
the stare has him blinking right back, one hand moving up to scratch at the back of his head, more a nervous tick than anything else. he's always been shy and something about the way the stranger comes back with another question instead of an answer taps into that. he glances down at the blanket that's still covering him, considers putting it away but decides against it for now. it's still cold, and there are some rips and holes in his jeans that make it colder.
"um ... yeah," he answers. "i mean, i'm a heavy sleeper, you didn't wake me up or anything."
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jungkook looks at the guy, taking in what he can see with eyes that are still a little sleepy because he's always been slow to wake up and it's gotten harder since living like this. he's tired most of the time now, which is only to be expected. he can't remember the last time he slept for more than three hours or so at a time. it's clear that something's happened to him. it has to be something that's unpleasant or he wouldn't be sitting out here like this, but there's nothing about him that looks or feels dangerous. he looks older but not too old, not old enough to make jungkook feel scared or intimidated.
the stare has him blinking right back, one hand moving up to scratch at the back of his head, more a nervous tick than anything else. he's always been shy and something about the way the stranger comes back with another question instead of an answer taps into that. he glances down at the blanket that's still covering him, considers putting it away but decides against it for now. it's still cold, and there are some rips and holes in his jeans that make it colder.
"um ... yeah," he answers. "i mean, i'm a heavy sleeper, you didn't wake me up or anything."