sleepy jungkook bid goodnight to his father and mother as he walk the hallway to his bedroom on the right. as soon as he opened the door, he lightly closed it behind him. the soft wind of the night breezed in. jungkook smiled as he unplugged his phone from its charger before falling onto his bed. his legs dangled off the edge of the bed. his slim long fingers scrolled down his feed for a long time before he switched apps. he entered one of his favorite apps and called up his favorite friend from school. they were from the same class - 6-b.
sophomore jungkook was popular at school with the ladies. females followed him around the school and even confessed to him with his favorite things. but he nicely rejected them. every boy was mad at him because of him. who would reject the most beautiful, most intelligent girl in the school? it could had been jungkook.
he wasn't smart. in the top fifties. he wasn't really good at sport. yet made it to the soccer and baseball team. he was just a normal teenage boy with hormones problems.
he was too tall for his age. he was a single child. he was born with bipolar disorder. had zits. lisp. and listen to western music without knowing what they are saying. he got a four out of one hundred in his english test.
but he was normal.
it took a long time for his friend, junhong, to answer the phone. he answered on the second call. he started with a laugh.
"jungkook, i was in the restroom."
"oh really?"
"yeah. my phone died so i had to charge it."
"iphones are slow to charge aren't they?"
"yes. are you studying for the english test in may?"
"no. you?"
"yes. i got a very low score."
"i think it was a fifty-eight?"
"oh."
"what did you get?"
"ninety-eight."
"lucky."
junhong took a deep breath, hesitating at first. "jungkook."
"yeah?"
"i love you."
jungkook smiled with happiness, his heart beat started to increase. he lick his lip before replying with his voice, with his heart.
"i love you, too, Junhong."
junhong smiled; he whispered, "how much do you love me, jungkook?"
jungkook responded without thinking. "until gravity fails us."
as soon as he spoke something grabbed his dangling legs from under the bed. jungkook grow cold as they tighten their hands around his ankles.
"Tag you're it."
junhong heard the voice, too. "jungk-kook, are you okay?"
