FOOLS // Yoonmin

Chapter 1: Jimin's POV

Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease.

My eyes cracked open to find the dim and tiny apartment before me. Yawning, my vision focused on the warm morning light spilling through the crooked Venetian blinds, which placed slates of gold and yellow along my worn bed spread. I began to stretch upward feeling my muscles and bones click, enjoying the feeling before I was interrupted by a very harsh Bang! behind my headboard.

"Jiminie Hyung!" The familiar voice echoed through the thin walls. "Get Up! It's your first day! You have to get up so you can get your bus!"

The incessant banging continued until I finally forced out a tired reply.

"Jungkook-Ah!" I yelled back, rubbing my eyes. "I'm up! Please...be quiet...before we get a noise complaint...again."

Living in the same building as your friend was great until they were aware of your morning schedules.

"Oh... sorry Jimin." I could almost see the soft expression of embarrassment on Jungkook's face. "Just didn't want you to miss your first class."

I couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle at the younger boy's excitement as I sat up in bed. I really did wish he would have started at my school today, but the social worker insisted he stayed within the area; which I guessed was a good thing, as my commute was less than fun each morning. Jungkook was organised to attend high school on the southside of town, where we both lived. The crime infested area was anything but safe, but we managed a good life, salvaging what we could. I was worried about the young boy though, who still maintained so much hope, I didn't want this school to break him.

"Jungkook?" I stated quietly, "Be careful today, okay?"

I knew the types of kids that went to that school; rumours circulated my own high school on the opposite side of town and they were nothing I wanted Jungkook to be involved with. The brotherly relationship we had meant I was at times overprotective of him, however I knew he would never get involved with drugs or gangs or anything else he might be faced with at that school, I just hoped he wouldn't get hurt I guess.

"I will Jiminie Hyung." He replied, I noted the nervousness in his voice. "I wish I was going to your school though."

Jungkook wasn't so keen on his school either, I sighed to myself, secretly hoping the tinge of innocence he had within himself wouldn't be taken away anytime soon. Though I couldn't reveal the worry I had for the boy. With everything we'd been through I had always taken the position of reassurance. I was Jungkook's rock; the one he could turn to when he was desperate for any kind of solace.

"You'll do great Kookie." I consoled in a calm tone. "You always do."

I heard the boy stir on the other side of the wall, he seemed to be making his bed. The action reminded me I actually had to leave mine at some point this morning. I groaned, collapsing back into my pillow and reached out to my bedside table to get my phone.

6:15am.

Shit. I was already running behind schedule; which wasn't uncommon for me, but the sheer notion of getting a detention for being late today was out of the question. I knew I needed to be home on time to hear about how Jungkook's first day of highschool went. I locked the phone and threw it into my school bag which was propped against the small wooden table.

I got out of bed, not bothering to make it, something Jungkook was always on my case about when he'd come into my apartment. Though it was hard to see the value in doing things like making my bed, or regularly washing my clothes, when it all got ruined again anyway. It had been hard to maintain a livable and hygienic schedule since moving into the community housing building. I was using a minibar as a fridge and often had limited hot water. It wasn't perfect, but I was glad to be away from what I left behind.