Hushed words (tk)

Hey, Kid.

---unedited.

A week later.

'You're coming with me, Jungkook?'

'Yeah, I'm. I need to complete a few projects, either way, I'm free.'

'Hm, come fast then.'

Jungkook's mother had an educational trip assigned and she'd be going with the students. They had the choice to bring anyone of their child with them, and his sister disagreed, saying she got work to do, but Jungkook knew she was going to spend her time enjoying when he wasn't there. He didn't care though. He agreed to go with his mother, cause Jihoon was coming too, for it turns out, Jihoon was one of her colleague's sons, and this way, Jungkook knew she won't really ask him why he was friends with Jihoon.

Well, that was another thing he hated, his mother wanted him to make friends, but when he finally made them, she told him that they weren't good for him. Like what should he do then?

In his mother's words, 'Be friends with everyone, talk to the good mostly, but never share private stuff, about your family or about yourself.' But for Jungkook, it didn't mean making friends, it was more like toying around with others, wasn't it?

Many things had changed this week, with him reading more, listening to music more and studying a bit better, and mostly staying off alone, with no worries of any sort of social media or 'friends'.

'Jungkook, take care to act mature, and not do anything which makes me feel embarrassed in front of the other professors. Thier kids are all nice and disciplined, please don't do something which can spoil our image.'

Jungkook nodded, remembering very well how much the other colleague's children are 'disciplined.' He checked himself one last time in the mirror, mask on, glasses on, an oversized full shirt on, with black jeggings and sneakers on his feet. His hair ruffled up, uncombed.

They reached her university, and he walked quietly behind her, his head low, with a bag over his shoulders and another small luggage bag in one of his hands.

Yeah. The trip was supposed to be for three days and two nights.

They reached the staffroom and kept their bags in place, as Jungkook once again followed his mother, who was going to bring her assigned class towards the bus stop.

'One last time, don't stare or gawk at anyone, Kook.'- she whispered to him as she opened the classroom's door, Jungkook remembering it was the same class where he did his work a few weeks ago. He nodded, and followed his mother, all the while keeping his head down, and this time covering it with his hood.

He didn't look up, but he could feel stares on him, more like, one particular burning stare.

'Hey, students. As you all know, we'd be leaving for the trip in a few minutes or so, but before that, I would like to tell you about a few things. Firstly, none of you is to leave to anywhere, when we arrive at the location, without letting a teacher know. Secondly, you'll all be appointed with campmates, yes, we'll be camping for two nights straight, however, you have the option of whether you want to camp or stay in rooms. Both are available.'- there were shouts, encouraging the statement.

'Also, stay disciplined, and get your luggage kept in the bus you're going to step in, the luggage will be kept in the storage area, I hope you all know how that works. Also, I need the forms, that I sent, right here, and only those who've gotten signatures from their parents will be allowed to go. Come on, form a line and pass the forms to Jungkook, my son, he'll give them to me.'

Jungkook looked up at her in surprise, why does she have to make him do such stuff.

'Go Jungkook.'- she smiled looking at him, while he anxiously nodded, sighing, and walked up around the classroom, taking the forms.