BOY WITH HORMONES (Book 1) // K.T.H x Reader [✔️]

Chapter 1 - [ Kids ]

[[You]]

"It's finally over!" I exclaimed to myself while happily tossing my un-used books into a box. "High school's finally over!!" I am finally escaping those crappy cafeteria lunches, super long days, and shitty people. I could finally avoid seeing that asshole Kim Taehyung every single day. I let out an evil laugh in my room, forgetting that my bedroom door was wide open.

"Noona, are you okay?" my 16 years old little brother peeking into the room. "Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor? You have been acting weird after your high school graduation ceremony."

My family doesn't know what exactly happened between me and Taehyung, all they know is that he was once my childhood friend that lives right across our apartment door. Although, my parents must have noticed how one day he just stopped showing up unannounced in our apartment. They have once brought it up, but I shut them down right away with a shrug. 11 years have passed and Taehyung's name has become taboo in our house.

I lay down on my bed, feeling the cold sheets against my clothed back. I closed my eyes, carrying a heavy weight on my chest as I reminisce our childhood that felt just like yesterday.

He used to be a sweet boy in elementary school, very cheerful, teachers, and friends love him and most girls in our class probably had him as their first crushes, myself included. Lucky for me, he lives right across my apartment door. Which explains why we got along so well in the past. We would often have playdates on the weekends and both of us would binge-watch the morning cartoons together or play tag until the both of us pass out on the sofa. He would often flash his signature boxed smile. Bath time and sleepovers were almost a routine for us. Being together felt natural and I wouldn't trade the world for the bond that we had.

But...

I turn my body to the right side knocking out a big sigh.

Everything changed when he lost his mother in a car crash before his 9th birthday, he didn't cry at her funeral, instead, he fell silent, his eyes turn lifeless and his body turned pale.

"He is just a kid." "I feel so bad for him." "I can't imagine losing a parent so young." All the adults whispered.

Just like that, he never comes over and plays at our house anymore, he stopped talking to anyone at school and even me. As a kid, I didn't understand what grief meant. So I was confused, angered and sad that he stopped talking to me. I tried my best to close the gap between us because no one in our class dared to get close to him. Even the teachers gave up from reaching out to him. I even offered him my favorite wooden toy, but that was his breaking point, he snapped and threw the toy into the ground resulting it to break into pieces. It was just a toy, but to an 8-year old, it was so much more than that. It meant a lot to me.

From then on I gave up trying to talk to him and decide to just ignore him.

Finding myself back in the current time, I let out a long sigh and shook my head from the awful memory. I got up from my awfully comfortable bed, my floor full of books and sheets of paper scattered all over. I plop myself back into my bed. I find myself recalling my High School years.