Replica - JJK Short Fan fiction

“May be I should save some money for tomorrow.“, the guy in pure black sleek attire, sighed depressingly over the remaining money that he was holding in his one hand. While in the another, he held a pack of noodles.

“Whatever. May be tomorrow? I will wipe the floor much more harder and wash some more dishes.“, after running his extremely fair hand in his brown dyed hair, he sighed the second time and begun to cover his path further ahead on the street. His dull tired eyes, were evident for his soar hardwork for the day.

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“I guess, hyung asked for this flavour of juice?“, the man so heavenly and utterly handsome, hidden under the dark wearings, muttered confusely, holding an orange fluid filled bottle in his hand, wondering to whether he should go for it or not.

“Next time? I’ll be asking someone to come with me. There are several other flavours to pick. Gosh! Let me just take it and go. Kinda late already.“, huffing and sighing annoyingly afterwards, the guy exited the store and begun to cover up the street.

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Both of the tall men, minding their own bussiness. Crossed each other’s ways, without even noticing anything and headed for their destined paths.

When suddenly.

They didn’t know that their paths were changed.

The guy with the pack of noodles was roaming casually above the hawling roadway of a dark alley, halted suddenly in his mid tracks. When, out of nowhere, a hand grabbed his arm and gave it a pull.

“Huh. What? Hey!“, curiousity built right away when the one with brown dyes, yelped over the pull that he received and his eyes went wide. Seeing another face with godly handsome features.

“Jungkook! Where the hell have you been? We searched you everywhere. Now, come on!“, the silver haired started to pull the other protesting one over, to follow his own self.

“I’m not Jungkook! Let me go!!”

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Above the rough surface of another dark alley, a pair of thick legs drown into black boots, was busy covering the path ahead. The man himself was a deadly pure symbol of a hearthrobe apocalypse.

Randomly, he was walking towards a location unknown and that made him notice all of a sudden that he was leading a wrong way. When he was being so indulged in reading the stuff that was printed onto the juice bottle.

“I don’t know! What Jimin hyung finds tasty in these?“, shaking his head in dismay, he huffed once again annoyingly and looked up from the bottle, realization hit him the next moment, knowing that the surroundings were not seeming familiar to him.

“What the hell. Where am I?“,

he looked around with

his narrow wondering eyes

and thoughtful mind.

“May be I took the wrong turn?

Let me check the location.“,

he took out his phone,

stopping by infront

of a little house.

“Jackson!!“, suddenly a feminine voice, full of joy and excitement, called out for the tall guy who stood

in surprise.

“What? Wait. Hey!“, the tall man suddenly got pulled by the girl who just came out from a small house and grabbed his arm.

“Oh, Jackson! I was waiting for you from so long. Where have you been!“, the happy-go-around girl smiled so widely seeing him.

“What!!! I-I’m not Jackson!! Let me go!“, the guy protested and accidentally dropped his phone when he was forcefully been pulled in the house, by the girl.

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