Pinky Promise--Taekook

New Kid (yikers)

Jungkook

"Yah! Jungkook!" yells a voice. I looked up and saw Jeongin yelling at me from the door.

"What?" I snapped while standing from my desk. Jesus, would anyone let me sleep?

"Teachers calling for you" he says sing-song. Everyone 'Oooos' as i head towards the door and i rolled my eyes. Yeah, I was probably in trouble again. Sure, I skipped class a few times and hell, got in a few fights, but wasn't that what being a teenager was all about?

I head to the teacher's office and I see Mr. Choi waiting for me. A kid i didn't know was standing behind him. He smiled as I walked up. He was up to something.

"Am I in trouble?" I put my hands in my pockets. What was with this boy? I tried to look at him, but he hid behind Mr. Choi and ducked his head.

"As much as I love our chats, not today. So far anyway. This is Kim Taehyung. a new student in your class. He's going to be your shadow for a couple days. You'll show him around and introduce him to people. He's also mute, just to note" Mr. Choi explains.

"I'm supposed to do that?" You know I'm definitely not the right choice for this job" I scoffed.

"I think you'll manage or maybe I slip some things to the principal?"

"Oooo blackmailing me? that's cold, choi." He frowns at the way I address him. But before he can scold me, I grabbed Taehyung's hand and pulled him to the door. "Can I give him a tour before class?" I turned to Mr. Choi.

"Don't be late" He recommends.

"I can't make any promises" I pull Taehyung out of the teacher's office. He wears the white and black school uniform with a green zip up hoodie over it that falls over his hands. His curly black hair falls in his eyes, hiding them. 

"So, your name is Taehyung?" I put an arm over his shoulders. He nodded. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets. "Can I call you TaeTae?" 

He nodded again, seeming to try and do everything but make eye contact with me. 

"I'm Jungkook. But you can call me Kookie." I smile. "Now this is our cafeteria, that door is the library..." I list off places as we walked through the halls, When the bell rings i groan and turned us around dramatically and start to walk slowly to our class. 

"We should get to class..." I sigh. I take his hand again and pulled him to class. 

Ms. Jung gives me a disapproving stare as I walk past her with Taehyung being my shadow. I put an apple on her desk as i pass, flashing a bunny smile. "Who's this?" 

"Kim. Taehyung, our new student.  I've been blackmailed into being his friend, jokes on Choi, I'm having fun" I introduce Taehyung by holding his hand up. 

"Sit down" Ms. Jung rolls her eyes. 

We sit at my shared desk, and I put my head down, would I finally be able to sleep? But something nudges my arm. I sit up, grumpy. But it was just Taehyung, he was nudging a book against my arm. A green bullet journal covered in stickers, pieces of paper and tap sticking out from the pages. 

You don't have to be my friend if you don't want too. 

"Don't worry about it" I waved a hand before putting my head down again. 

I'm nudged once again when gym comes around. I sit up and stretch. Taehyung was putting things into his bag. 

"Do you have a gym uniform yet?" I asked him. He shakes his head, biting his lip anxiously. "You can borrow mine than" and before he could protest, I throw it on his desk and leave the room. 

I decided to skip gym to smoke with Jimin. We watched the kids in gym from afar as they played soccer. My uniform was far too big for Tae and he stumbled around the field. 

"Who's that?" Jimin notices him. 

"It's a new kid, Taehyung. He's, my shadow." I scoffed, "He's mute, carries a little notebook around with him." 

"Damn, Mr. Choi make you do that?" He inquired. 

I nodded, breathing out cigarette smoke. "He threatened to blackmail me" Jimin laughs, his eyes turning into crescent moons. 

"That's so cruel--" he gets cut off by his phone ringing. I saw it was 'Moni' so Namjoon. "What? Shit.... ok we're coming." 

"What now?" I stand up with him. 

"Yoongi got in a fight again." he stands up, stomping out the cigarette. "Come on, before he gets kicked out." 

We head to the storage room, abandoned by everyone but us. Jin is at the blackboard, writing something down. Namjoon is standing at a desk Yoongi has his head down on. 

"He shut down again, should we get Hobi?" Namjoon asks. I waved a hand before sitting in the chair in front of the desk he was on, straddling it. 

"I'll manage" I waved them all off.  Namjoon mouthing a 'thank you' to me. Namjoon had known him the longest, but Namjoon didn't seem to know what to do when Yoongi got to this. 

"They're all gone now" I whisper. I rest my arms on his desk. He wasn't asleep, I could see his back rising and falling rapidly. 

I poke his mint hair gently. "Yoongi-ssi are you asleep?" I played with a strand of his hair. He doesn't respond. I rest my chin on my other arm. 

"Hyung play with me" I pout. then mess up his hair. His head moves to the crook of his elbow. "Are we playing hide and seek? What's wrong?" I take his hand. His knuckles were red and scratched. 

"I'm not going anywhere" I play with his rings and fall silent. He continues to hide his face but his breathing is normal. 

He pokes his head up after a moment and I feel his cat eyes watching me but pretend not to notice. "You don't have to stay" He croaks, his voice sounded tired. I smiled. 

Yoongi looks away, out the window. His nose was bleeding and there was a dark bruise forming on his cheek bones. 

"What did they do this time?" I asked him while grabbing a cotton swab from the first aid kit Namjoon had set up. 

"Who?" 

"Changbin and Jihoon. Who else?" I grabbed his chin and dabbed at his nose. "So?"

"They threatened to hurt you guys" his hands form into fists again. "I'm going to get kicked out..."

"Do they look worse than you?" I inquired. 

"Yeah" a smirk plays on his lips. 

"Good. Now I have to get back to class--" I throw the swab away and stand up. "See you, loser." 

"Not going to lecture me?" His brown eyes peak from under his hair. 

"Do I look like Jin?" I kiss him before leaving.