Symposium

5: Who are you?

Empire Pension, Boys dorms, 3am

Jungkook opened his eyes when he heard something heavy drop in the bathroom. He yawned and looked at his bedside clock. 3h05 Am. He silently cursed and turned around to get some more sleep. He needed to be at his first class at 8 am and just got back from a secret party in Suga's room. Another noise made him opened his eyes again.

Even if he had his room for himself – thanks to mom and dad – he was a clean freak and Hell, this was supposed to be a high-class pension: how could there be rats in the bathroom? He got up, feeling moody and with a start of headache. He opened the light in the bathroom and all notion of sleep left him.

There was a boy lying in the bathtub. He was covered with blood, bare feet, his shirt was ripped, burned at some place, he was not wearing any pants and he was having issue keeping his eyes open.

- What...You...

He turned to him and Jungkook took two steps back. How...what... He looked familiar, but he was sure the boy was not one of the students here. Was he a deranged person? Did he escaped from the mental hospital and what the fuck was he doing in his room?

- Who...how...what...I'm calling the police! He decided.

The boy pointed a vindictive index to him. Jungkook discreetly looked around to make sure that he was yelling at him. He was certain that this was their first meeting, so what did he ever do to him??

- Don't... You stupid mortal... 쓸모없는 놈 (sseulmo-eobsneun nom. Useless guy).

And he passed out. Jungkook stood there for a moment, no too sure about what to do. Did that boy just insult him? After passing out in his bathroom? He took a step in his direction and tried to get a better look. Was he hurt? He was clenching his side like it was hurting.

- Ah, 젠장! (Jenjang! Shit).

He got closer and took the smaller boy in his arms. Why did shit keep happening to him? He decided to examine him before calling the floor censor. The teacher will have to deal with this craziness because he was not putting up with this. No, not tonight. He put the boy gently on the bed and went back to the bathroom to take a wet cloth. He cast a look around, trying to find out how he got in. Nothing. The window was impossible because his room was on the fifth floor and it was lock from inside! He sighed and went to the room. He kneeled in front of the boy and tried to clean the blood out his face. What the hell happened to him? Was he hiding in his bathroom all day? Maybe he was one of those crazy boys trying to get  rich by blackmailing him and...no, he took a shower before leaving and...he stopped for a moment. The boy just moved.

- Leo... I'm going to murder you he murmured, fists clenched on the bedsheets.

Leo? Was that his friend? Brother... or maybe boyfriend? Or maybe the person he killed? The boy suddenly opened his eyes and for a moment, they just looked at each other: him still lying on the bed, Jungkook kneeling in front of it.

- What...how...you're...

The boy quickly got up and sat, opening big eyes.

- Who are you? What are you doing to me? Get out! This is my room! My dads will freak out if they see you here!! You don't want to freak out my dads!! Hell, I'm fearless and I don't want to freak out my dads at the same time!

Dads?? Like in more than one dad? Jungkook's brain tried to cope with the information while the boy was biting his lips, like he said too much. That's it. Jungkook got up and threw the cloth away. Yes, that boy was crazy.