✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: YOUNG:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Jungkook dangled his bare feet off the roof's edge as he surveyed the scene below. It was a large place that held a thriving scenery below which the see curled and wrapped about the jutting rocks. The breeze billowed through ravenette's messy black hair.

He hugged his arms around his slightly exposed pectoral muscle. The dewy air wrapping around him only to meet the warmth of his blood.

It was beautiful up there. His eyes surfed through the expanding sky the sun mooring itself to the blue as if anchored to heaven's ether. His eyes soon caught a glimpse of the brown sulfurous soil hugging the jutting rocks were the market traders selling an array of food, Clyjing, and furnishings.

Many males all clad in either a neat black suit or cobalt blue crisply ironed shirts tucked aptly into their professional-looking khaki pants scurried through the multitude. They were too busy thinking about the due dates for their task submission to pay even the least bit of heed to the vendor and shopkeeper's callings alike.

From the top every fish and rock could be seen, all in a turquoise hue. The harbor is typical of the region, shallow shore with waters utterly clear. The young boy watches, bewitched, utterly in love with the Mediterranean.

He sits up and breathes in a lungful of air while carelessly moving his legs back and forth hitting the rough surface of the concrete beneath.

The escalating height freed him from the crowded and chaos-filled atmosphere down there. Jungkook was a student, a very good one at that. Pale and dark-haired, with thin lips below which lay a mole. He was a dark-haired boy of 16 but his slight frame and thin loose shirt made him look much younger.

Jungkook had spread his legs out for his elbows to rest comfortably on each knee. He couldn't get his mind off the boy he had got a meager glimpse of. To be honest, he was too entrancing to exist even.

Blood would tint Jungkook's cheeks all crimson every time he was reminded of those sudden peeks he'd take of the younger boy. He'd spend infinite hours staring at these very eyes of his.

He got up and stretched his spine out like a cat, some fresh bruises among the older purple ones along his rawboned abdomen peeking out.

He yawned before shimmying down a drainpipe. He was athletic despite his slight feature. Daily, his dog Yeontan would find him in the garden working his quads and biceps. His mom wasn't a fan of his love for sports and with that empty pocket of his, he couldn't afford a gym membership.

The garden had free equipment he could work out with; a vertical bike, an attached battle rope, and a treadmill too. Nonetheless, it was of no use now as it was now more like on its last legs and the rust encrusted surface it had was almost poisonous to touch now.

He landed on the ground with a soft thud a thin sheen of sweat lacing his forehead as he dusted his shirt down. He was going to be 17 soon. His breathing burst out of him in shuddering gasps. Perhaps if even one of his amorphous desires would ever true then he'd be free; free from the very human that gave birth to him.

A silent chuckle swells in his chest breaking free unhindered. He let himself smile until the blue clouds roll away into the distance leaving a dull gray residue behind.

There were loads of gigantic mountains besides the sea. Jeongguk and his ex-friends would always spend time climbing trees. They would climb higher and higher until they were on the very peak. Something about sweating himself and struggle to reach the very top got him feeling real. Alive.

But mountains don't breathe, or do they? They too have cracks tearing the earth apart in infinite ways after all.

Many people passed through the harbor as it was situated on the southeast quarter and more affluent central and northern districts made it a convenient junction between these areas. It was a crowded, mildly chaotic place.

After an hour of combing through the square, he made little progress buying anything from the meager amount of coins present in his pocket. A handful of cheap sticky rose-tinted toffees was all that filled his stomach. That was the extent of his haul.

Despite having no reason to get himself so worked up his mood contorted into just that. But being intentionally locked up was all he could do in his room save the sharp blows he got from his mom whenever he tried to protest about anything for that matter.

He continued to patrol through the market his old blue, crumpled backpack hanging loosely at his shoulders. Without noticing it, he had been poking the muscle in his mouth at the residue of the strawberry toffee stubbornly stuck between his molars.

He had just decided to move to the next street a little further up north when something indescribable tugged at his attention. A group of 3 boys was carving a path through the throngs of people, their slow purposeless style of walking making them stand out against the mass of people.

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You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.

[♬ Dusk Till Dawn ♫]