𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. ⊶ 𝕍𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

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Jeon Jungkook stood in front of the main entrance to his old high school, drinking banana milk through a straw, and he kept wondering how he had ended up in this situation in the first place.

First of all, he felt uneasy. Same as three years ago when he stood in the exact same place, waiting for a new school year to start. At that time everything was almost brand new: people, teachers, the atmosphere, all of it. He didn't know what to expect as a freshman and the feeling was identical now when he was already a senior. So many things could have changed in the past three years. Returning was not easy, but Jungkook hoped hardly anyone could remember his month-long episode at this school. So somehow he tried not to care too much. 

He reached out deeper into the pocket of his tight black jeans just to make sure the keys to his motorcycle were still there. Knowing how sloppy he really was, the idea of ​​losing or leaving them somewhere unattended was not such an irrational fear of his. A rather plausible scenario actually.

When the sigh of relief escaped his mouth, he finally focused on the small bottle of banana milk he was clutching in his hand. There was not a single day he would start without a similar drink. This one, however, had already warmed up a little bit—today's morning was extremely hot. But Jungkook didn't mind. He loved banana milk in every form possible.

However, what made him look away from his beloved milk was an enormous welcoming poster. Bright blue letter almost screamed at him and he couldn't stop thinking of why he was even here. What am I doing? 

He was used to moving a lot, living with suitcases, and not being attached to people. For as long as he could remember, he changed his place of residence every time his mother changed her partner. He had many stepfathers, some better, some worse. But he could never in any way compare them to the role of a father. Simply because he had never known his real one.

He had lived here—in Austin—the longest, five beautiful years since he turned ten. It was the place he felt best. He had many good memories: graduating from elementary school with flying colors, making valuable friendships, and kissing for the first time. He spent the best days of his childhood here. And he was going to spend some more, but as soon as he started high school, his mother took him to Atlanta, to a new partner. And that's when everything in his life began to fall apart. So much so that now he returned to Austin alone.

JK wanted to finish high school. Despite everything that happened in his life, he didn't want to be a regular loser who didn't even finish his education. He knew he couldn't last any day longer in Atlanta, so he decided to go back to the only place he felt at home. Even though he still had some doubts while looking at the ugly building of his old school, he knew it was the only right decision. He didn't even want to think about what might have happened if he had chosen otherwise.