Match Made in Hell (MinChan)

"(n.) a legal drug"

--------------------------------------------------------

"Hey! Wait." Jungkook rushed, pulling the boy with the hoodie by his hand. He turned the small boy around, pushing down his hood only to have an unfamiliar, very confused, face staring back at him. His doe eyes widened as he immediately bent down to apologize.

"Oh fuck, shit.. I'm sorry." He raised an apologetic hand. "I thought you were someone else. Shit.. sorry bro."

The guy went on muttering something along his way that Jungkook couldn't hear. His hand instantly going on his forehead, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes shut tight before he let out  aloud sigh.

Just how many times would he have to get embarrassed like this before he actually finds the one he is looking for... It was embarrassing at this point! If he wasn't handsome and well known, people would have started calling him a pervert by now.

He's not dumb though. He doesn't go around pulling down people's hood just because they look like Han Jisung from a certain angle. Yeah... definitely not.

Oh Gosh, he needs a new hobby. But whom was he kidding? He wasn't gonna stop anytime soon.

"You know I've started to think that you've lost it." He could recognize that voice in his sleep, good enough to murder the owner with his eyes closed.

"Piss off Yugeom." He replied, shaking his head, defeated. 

"Who is this hoodie boy that you're trying to find anyways?" Yugeom asked they were walking towards the cafe.

It was fairly early before the classes and even though Jungkook wasn't a fan of coffee, it had become his only hope of staying somewhat attentive during classes. Oh he has grown to hate this hazy feeling. Like he was in a constant dream. He couldn't do anything right, he was day dreaming during practices, in gym, in lectures; hell he barely cared when he was playing a football match a few days ago. He scored in his own goal!

Life was hard especially when you have lost all your sense to differentiate between reality and a dream. If this is what it feels like to like someone, maybe God was saving him from this tragedy until now. But oh gosh... can he volunteer himself this suffer in all his lives.

"Forget it..." He spoke like talking was the worst thing he ever did.

"Come on Kook, you asked me to keep this a secret from Channie." Yugeom raised an eyebrow. "Saying that it could sabotage your plan."

"Just keep your mouth shut about it until I ask you." 

They sat down with their coffee, and Jungkook felt himself slipping back into his day dreams while Yugeom was telling him something about the class activity. He can hardly care about it right now. His eyes looked everywhere, but nowhere in particular.

But then it happened. For a split second, he doubted himself, he really didn't want to get some weird look or a scolding like he did for the past more than dozen times. But he looked once at the boy again and there was no doubt, this was him!

"I found him." He let out an airy gasp, eyes wide and Yugeom had stopped yapping his mouth in the background. 

"I can't believe it.." He made a face like he had found Aladdin's genie. 

"Where? Where? Whom?" Yugeom got up next, excited, trying to see where he was looking.

Jungkook didn't care about his roommate for the moment. His legs had a mind of their own as they moved forward, surging like the boy would disappear again if he isn't fast enough. His heart pounding in his chest. This is it. He would see him again.