Shadows Beneath The Skin | TAEKOOK

Chapter 15

                                                               *Warning*

                 The following chapter contains slight mentions of 

                                              non-consensual acts. 

                                         And I repeat SLIGHT mentions. 

                    If you are uncomfortable or do not wish to read it

                                        then please skip this chapter.

                                                           Thank you~

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A black haired boy sat in a deserted classroom after a lunch bell went off in the bustling corridor. Kids rushed past giggling and yelling; getting ready for the best part of the day. 

But one small boy sat alone finishing up his work, preparing to eat lunch alone again. 

Not like the boy wasn't used to it by now. He always ate lunch alone, in the same seat, in the same room, every day. 

He knew he was an introvert and antisocial, which would explain his lack of friends. But he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to talk to someone other than his parents, sister, or teachers. 

As the small boy sat wallowing in self pity he hadn't noticed the sudden presence in the room. Not until that something was walking right next to him, and peeking over his shoulder as they whispered, "Whatcha doin?" 

The soft sound startled the wide eyed boy as he came face to face with one of his classmates. The said male tilted his head in expectancy, awaiting the others answer. 

The startled boy zipped his lips shut to stare at the boy before him. Chubby cheeks, skinny but tall body, with the most endearing smile he had ever seen. The classmates dark brown eyes pierced through his own chocolate ones. 

The tiny boy gulped before he began to speak, "U-um," he hesitated looking at his opened iron man lunch box, "eating lunch?" He didn't know why he questioned it, but the others gaze on him made him stutter. 

"All alone?" The skinny boy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I don't think I've seen you around, what's your name?" 

"J-jeon Jungkook," he stuttered again. 

"It's nice to meet you Jungkook! I'm Park Minjae." The friendly boy stuck his hand out in a kind gesture. Jungkook, who was unfamiliar with people being nice to him, sat and stared at the outstretched hand. Confusion written on his chubby face. 

Minjae giggled before reaching out to take Jungkook's hand in his. They clasped hands and shook."How old are you Jungkook?" 

"10."

"Oh then that makes me your Hyung! I'm 11." Minjun clapped his hands enthusiastically. 

Jungkook smiled and thought the word over in his head, "Hyung." He had never felt so welcome in his life. So happy. 

Minjun was the first person to ever walk up to the sad lonely little boy. For that Jungkook was grateful. 

As time past the two grew closer. Sharing secrets, spilling drama. They had sleepovers and their parents didn't mind at all. It seemed that every waking second the two spent together.