#dvseungwan

( dvseungwan )

There was only one thing Jungkook loved, besides himself, and it wasn’t even a person. One night, while sleeping soundly in an alleyway, he kicked awake, when he heard some rustling sounds coming from his backpack. Unafraid to collect some battle wounds over his possessions, he picked up a nearby broken bottle, ready to attack any perpetrator dumb enough to fuck with him. But instead of a scavenger, he found a white ball of fluff. A small dog, on the verge of starvation, looking for something, anything to eat. It struck a rare chord within the boy, remembering how he used to be in that exact same position not that long ago. Though he refused to share his food with anyone, he dug out some sweet potato and fed it to the animal, offering affection in the form of petting. Thus, they became inseparable.

Except for the few times, when the dog, who was now dubbed Bandit (haha, get it?), would run off.

Most of the time, he obeyed, and could even hold his own against people Jungkook occasionally got into altercations with. But a dog still remained a dog, and could get carried away by his own flighty thoughts, making his owner have to chase him all around town. Sometimes, it’d be easy, toned legs from years of escaping the grasps of all those who attempted to capture him easily carrying him, and his pet would be back to him in a matter of minutes. Then other times, such as today, he’d be running through labyrinth seeming alleyways for what could be hours.

( txt: not john ) you were filthy dirty, how could you expect me to not force you into the tub?

( txt: not john ) oh good god. just....control yourself, my love--

[ ✉ ➨ big sis ] but i can bathe myself -- i don’t need help!

[ ✉ ➨ big sis ] ok but i warned you you know--

[ ✉ ➨ big sis ] trying to give the horny virginal teen boy a sponge bath

“and what if it is,” junmyeon shrugged before taking ahold of her hand and pulling her towards him. “it’ll be like old times.”

“i wanted to see you,” junmyeon said slowly, getting up from the chair. it was an empty theater at this time of day, usually filling up more so in the evening, when shows and plays were on for entertainment. junmyeon wasn’t in the mood to work, a rare occasion, but rather found himself craving the presence of his childhood playmate. seungwan didn’t seem too attached yet, seeing as she didn’t really remember her childhood with him, but neither did junmyeon really. he had brief flashes that his mother had filled in, along with the rare memories with someone, someone he could finally put a face to.