Boy in Luv | jjk ; pjm

Uno

Jungkook

I was woken up by the sound of the alarm. Last night I ended up my project for today, and honestly, I couldn't open my eyes. I was so tired, my whole body was claiming for some food, but my legs didn't want to walk, and my brain was still sleeping. Someone knocks on the door, and I turn off my alarm. I sighed.

—Jungkook, —a head popped and I smiled when I saw my own mother with a plate with pancakes on it. My smile got bigger. She walked towards my bed, and placed it on my lap. The smell was so sweet, and I couldn't resist to eat the whole dish. —I know you are so capable of doing things, you are my gifted son. So many talents, you can dance, sing, draw and more. —she said, with a smile that reached the end of her cheeks.

I stopped chewing when I heard those words. Meanwhile my brain was waking up, I knew what was going on. The breakfast, her compliments. My mother thinks that I am not going to suspect about this, guess what, I am.

—Mom, —I whined like a child. She looked at me, and I crossed my arms. —What do you want, uh? I mean, I've done the housework and even tidy my room. So, what's the matter? —I said raising my eyebrow, she coughed a little bit surprised by my reaction.

—What makes you think...

—Mom! I am your child! —I exclaimed, she sighed.

—Yes, I know.

—So...

—Your father might have talked with a guy and he might came tonight to give you math lessons. —she said with a sincere smile, but this didn't reach her cheeks. I rolled my eyes.

—So, Math, uh? —I mumbled, a little bit disappointed. I couldn't believe my parents didn't trust me when I said I was going to get better at that stupid subject.

—Oh, don't be like that, son. —she pinched my cheeks. I put her hand away with a fake smile. —We trust you, Kookie, but you know that sometimes we need someone to guide us.

—Yeah, —I added.—like God.

—Jungkook!

*

I wasn't a popular guy or a outcast, but I was in the middle. People didn't bully me, but the didn't acclaim me. It was fine for me, I was in good terms with everyone, and even people stopped walking to greet me. School was a nice place, believe it or not, I felt comfortable with everyone, but with my friends more.

—Have you done the project for Literature? —Hoseok asked, sitting next to me. I nodded pointing to the notebook that was placed on my desk. —You look tired. —he said, and I laughed. —What?

—Is so obvious, Hyung? —I yawned, rubbing one of my eyes. I really wanted to sleep, but this project needed to be present or I was going to fail the subject.

—Yeah, you are like a ball of energy, kid. —I rolled my eyes, he hit my arm.

—Ouch!

—Sup, kiddos. —Min Yoongi appeared in our view. He sat next to me, meanwhile Hoseok was on the left.

—Sup, kid.—Hoseok said imitating Yoongi's voice. I laughed.

—Yah, respect your Hyung. —he spat imitating Hoseok's voice. A high pitched one.

—Oh, shut up you both. —I said rolling my eyes. They looked at me, and I bit my lip. —I-I mean, can you be quiet, Hyungs?

The class was spent by Hoseok's laughs and Yoongi's growls. The teacher kicked both of them, and I was left alone. My classmates shared their stories, and I was glad that I wasn't kicked out of the class. There was this boy, Kim Seokjin, he told a story about a teenager that tried to be successful on his career, he was a musician, but people didn't believe in him, so he quit. The way the words left his mouth, there was a felling, a strong one. And minutes passed, and everyone was crying, I included myself.