Friends To Forever|| Jikook||

Chapter 1

Third person's POV:

A Seven-year-old Jimin sat on the swing, his small hands gripping the metal chains as he kicked his legs to move himself back and forth. He wore his favorite pink outfit-pink shorts, a soft pink T-shirt, and matching pink shoes that his mom had bought him. The sunlight glinted off the bright colors, making him feel warm and happy as he swung gently, giggling to himself.

His cheeks were chubby, his eyes bright and round, and a shy smile played on his lips as he enjoyed his quiet moment. He was a bit different from other boys his age-he loved pretty clothes, especially pink ones. He was soft-spoken, polite, and usually kept to himself, finding comfort in the peacefulness of the park.

Suddenly, a rough push came from behind, sending him tumbling off the swing and crashing to the ground. His knees scraped against the rough surface, a sting of pain immediately bringing tears to his eyes. Jimin looked up, his vision blurry from crying, and saw a group of boys standing over him, laughing.

"Look at you, crying like a little baby!" one of the boys sneered, pointing at Jimin's tear-streaked face. "And he's wearing pink!" another mocked him with exaggerated gestures.
"What kind of boy wears pink? Are you a girl or something?"

Through his tears, Jimin tried to be brave. He pushed himself up a little and wiped his cheeks, looking up at the boys with as much courage as he could muster."Pink is my favorite color," he said, his voice trembling but determined. "I like it, and it doesn't make me any less of a boy."

The boys just laughed harder, one of them stepping closer and sneering, "Well, it makes you look like a girl. Real boys don't wear pink. Are you sure you're not a girl?" Jimin's cheeks burned as he swallowed back a fresh wave of tears. He felt the sting of their words, but he stood his ground, gripping his pink shirt tightly as he faced them.

But before he could say anything else, a new voice rang out across the playground, a voice loud, fierce, and full of confidence.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" shouted a boy, storming over with a look of anger on his face. He was a little shorter than the others but stood tall with a fire in his eyes. He looked no older than six, with round, doe-like eyes and a fierce expression that seemed much too intense for someone his age.

The boy planted himself between Jimin and the bullies, his hands on his hips as he glared at them. "You can't just push people around like that." he said.

The bullies exchanged looks, momentarily taken aback by the newcomer's confidence. One of them scoffed, "Who are you? His little boyfriend?"

"I'm his friend," the boy replied without missing a beat. "And you better leave him alone, or else I'll tell our moms, and you won't like that!"

The bullies exchanged nervous glances. The mention of their moms seemed to hit a nerve,"Whatever," one of the bullies mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Come on, guys. Let's get out of here." They turned and walked away, muttering under their breaths, but not daring to look back.

As they disappeared, the doe eyed boy turned to Jimin with a bunny smile "Are you okay?" he asked gently.
Jimin sniffled, looking up at the boy with wide eyes.

"Thank you," he whispered, wiping his cheeks. "They were being really mean." The boy nodded, reaching out a hand to help Jimin up.

"My name's Jungkook,"he said, grinning brightly. "And I don't think there's anything wrong with pink. You look cute." Jimin felt his cheeks flush, not from embarrassment, but from the unexpected kindness.

"T-thank you! I'm Jimin," he replied, a shy smile finally breaking through. He took Jungkook's hand, feeling an instant connection as Jungkook pulled him to his feet.

Jungkook gaze at their hands, giving Jimin's small, soft hand a gentle squeeze. "Wow....Your hands are really soft jimin," he said, almost as if he were stating a surprising fact. Jimin felt his cheeks heat up as he ducked his head a little. "Th-thank you," he replied shyly.

"Hey, do you want to be my friend?" Jungkook asked, his doe eyes wide and hopeful. Jimin blinked, momentarily stunned by the question, but then his face broke into a shy smile. He gave a little nod, squeezing Jungkook's hand in response. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"JIMIN-AH" jimin heard his mom's voice calling out from somewhere across the park. His shoulders drooped, and a tinge of sadness flickered in his eyes. He knew he had to go, even though he wished he could stay a little longer.

"I have to go," he said quietly, reluctantly letting go of Jungkook's hand. Jungkook's face fell a little, but he managed a smile, nodding in understanding. "It's okay. We'll meet again, right?" he asked, trying to sound hopeful. Jimin brightened up, nodding eagerly.

"Yeah, we will!" he replied, giving a little wave. With a shy smile and a quick glance back, he added, "Bye, Kookie!" The nickname brought a grin to Jungkook's face, and he waved back, warmth in his eyes. "Bye, Jimin!" he called out. As Jimin scampered off towards his mom, he glanced over his shoulder once more, catching Jungkook's wave.

To be continued.....

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