JJK - Sickfics And Oneshots

🟪 JJKxBTS - We Finally Found You!

Requested by @taekookieee_07r

This is an AU where the members are brothers.

Jungkook POV -

This wasn't supposed to happen... Why did it have to happen? We were just supposed to be together for my birthday, but I lost them instead. My world came crashing down on me.

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Flashback -

I don't really remember much about my childhood, I just remember that I was separated from my birth parents and brothers when I was 4 years old. We were at a very crowded tourist site while we were exploring Busan. I don't know how I lost them. I remember calling for them with tears flowing down my eyes and even waiting till NIGHT for them to come, but they never did.

I remember that I had six brothers. I can vaguely remember a particular face of one of them. I don't remember how close I was with them, I was so small after all. But it didn't matter to me anymore. The next day someone found me sleeping near a fountain. They took me to a foster home there in Busan. For days I wondered and wished that my family would come to take me home. But then no one came. Eventually, I stopped hoping to see them again. You know how sometimes stories with foster homes depict them as dreary, sad, and cold places where the children are unhappy? Mine wasn't. I had proper food, I was taught to read and write, and I played nicely with the other children. The people there were friendly and kind. A year later, a couple came to the foster home and they happened to see me drawing. They decided to adopt me, and from then on, I became Jeon Jungkook.

Life with them was great. My new mother taught me so many things. She was a talented musician and loved playing the guitar. When I was older I literally begged her to teach me how to play it too. Eventually, she got me my own guitar when I was 10 and taught me. I learned pretty quickly for my age.

My new father liked to draw. I already liked to draw so he decided to teach me new techniques as I grew up. I could draw portraits by the time I was 8. Every year his birthday gift for me was some art supplies along with something else. New brushes, paints, sketchbooks, canvases, and even guidebooks, I had a large collection of art supplies.

And it wasn't all hobbies. They taught me my basic values at a young age, like honesty, loyalty, kindness, etc. They helped me cope with schoolwork. Although I was good at it, I wasn't too fond of studying. They found ways to make it entertaining, so I would do well. Every year we visited the foster home to give some donations. We weren't very rich, more middle-class, but we had my older toys and some art stuff I didn't use anymore, but still held use.

With them, I no longer held onto the sadness of losing my birth family. Maybe they didn't want me, that's why they just abandoned me there. I loved Busan. Then one day, when I was 11, my father announced we would be shifting to Seoul since he got a good job offer there. Like that, we moved our happy life over there. For a good few years, it was just like how it was in Busan. If only I knew what was to happen...

It was my 15th birthday. I left for school, excited about the plans that awaited me later. My parents told me that they would probably be late since they still had work, but they would try to reach by 4:30 PM to celebrate. I had a regular school day. I went to school to receive birthday wishes (and of course birthday bombs) from my friends. I came back home around 3:30 PM excitedly waiting for my parents to get back home. I waited as patiently as possible, but do you know how when you have big plans that are going to happen very soon, but the wait makes you want to lose your mind? As embarrassing as it is to mention, I think I was buzzing with too much energy... And probably broke a vase...