Broken & Ruined | TAEKOOK

fourteen

It's only been two days since Taehyung unexpectedly appeared in the Jeon's house in a miserable condition, and Jungkook couldn't wait for another couple of days until the weekend so he could visit him.

He would go to school, study like always, and strive to keep his father proud of him. He would forget about the visit for a while, but later after school, as other students swarm around him to invite him to their house, he'd be reminded that he too wants to go to somebody else's home as well. So, he'd reject them all like he did last time.

He is not very sure why he's too excited to see his new friend. He's never been excited like this before. He's never been this impatient. Maybe because he wonders if Taehyung is doing well, or he's just impatient to ask him questions: Does he already have a best friend; What does he do to work? Because he once mentioned it; Does he eat broccoli and other green veggies or hate it too; What kind of games does he like to play; What's his favorite subject? And the least; and other stuff alike. Though he also wants to ask about the scars and wounds he has, he doubts if it would be just okay if he asks about it.

Then he remembers, he has never been this curious about somebody else's life.

Usually, it's them who'd bombard him with questions like those. They're curious about him, his life, what his father does, and how wealthy they are. They would even sometimes ask about his mom. And he hates it: being asked so many times. Questions that he cannot even answer. He almost gets sick of that kind of attention.

But now, he somehow understands the feeling of being intrigued by someone. He's never been this excited to know someone, nor been fascinated to make friends with someone. But Taehyung is such a mysterious kid for him.

After he threw his backpack on the couch, he bounced on the seat and collapsed. "It's the longest weekdays I've ever had," he murmurs.

"Do you want anything, young master?" One of their maids asks when she approaches him. Jungkook's lips stick out a little as he thinks of an answer.

"Um, juice? And toasted breads," he responds. The maid nods and says, "Orange, right?" He nods.

He changed his uniform and after several minutes, his juice and toast were served. He decided to have it in their backyard, which is one of his favorite spots. "Anything else you want?" She asked him.

"Hm, egg?" He responds. The maid is about to walk away when Jungkook calls her, "Wait."

"Yes, young master," she responds as she turns around to face him again.

Young master, he mumbles in his head. It's too formal to call a kid like me. But that's how they are trained. To call him with respect and provide what he may need or want. And for him, it almost makes everything sound like a business. As if they are only taking care of him merely because it is their job they need to do: a requirement, rather than something they'd do because it is what they feel like.

"How many days does someone need to rest after being very sick?"

The maid smiles, "Hm," she hums. "Until that someone gets better."

"How long does it take until someone gets better?" His question made the maid chuckle, knowing he was referring to the boy that Mr. Jeon brought home; she assumed his friend.

It only takes a few seconds before she figures out what to reply, "Well, it depends. Sometimes we want to feel better physically or mentally. And sometimes emotionally. So, it may take a while." Jungkook only replies with a deep sigh. "Why? Do you worry about your friend?"

"Yes," he answers. "I hope he's okay."

The maid smiles as she says, "He'll be. Don't overthink yourself, okay? You've been practicing for your graduation, right? Is it next week?"