They say your teenage years are a time of learning and experiencing. It's the greatest time of your life, where you meet new people, sneak out and enjoy parties to forget the pressure of high school, and get drunk like there's no tomorrow. It's when bonds that can't be broken are formed, and you try things you've never done before to make amazing memories that'll last you forever.
Jungkook says it's bullshit.
As he walks the lively halls, he can't help but take a glimpse at the interactions between his classmates. Girls hugging, friends smiling, guys shoving one another in a playful banter – the list goes on, now that summer break is over.
Laughter from a group of older guys – he guessed seniors – fills the air, and he couldn't help the hurt feeling that hit his chest with a pang, shaking his bones to the core with the urge to up and run straight through the school doors and never come back.
That could be him, enjoying his first morning of his junior year, laughing and smiling without worrying about his first class. But it wasn't him, and he was in fact worrying.
After the only person he could call a friend, Jinyoung, moved away right before school started back up again, Jungkook couldn't bring himself to feel any sort of happiness. He was kind of... lost, one might say. His mind would fill with, 'well, what now?' but he would always come up with a blank.
His parents often tried to fill in that blank themselves, telling him to 'go out, make new friends!' or 'that new ice cream shop opened up down the street, why don't you go visit it?' in an attempt to revive him of his once content (read: he was never content) self. The truth is, Jungkook was self-loathing, and he plans to keep it that way if it meant he didn't have to interact with any of the kids at his school.
Getting to his first class proves not to be as hard as he initially thought, and he slips through the door with ease, picking a seat in the back corner, like he always had the year before.
It was easier that way – nobody would bother him, he wouldn't bother them.
Well, he thought so, at least.
Only a few moments after taking his seat, two boys came bustling in, the one with black hair and a dark smoke around small eyes obviously being chased by the other, a boy with brown hair that looked soft to the touch, and a boxy smile that made his eyes disappear into wonderful little crescents.
Jungkook stares in curiosity, eyebrows shot up behind his bangs, eyes large and wide, and it's then the taller boy with the light hair speaks, voice a rich baritone,
"Come here, you little shit!"
There's a pen in his hand, and he has murder written all over his face. Said little shit, however, tries to give a smile, although it comes out very sheepish.
"Taehyung-ah," he drags out, childish pout on his lips, and he tries to take a step closer to his friend, 'Taehyung' he noted, who simply points his pen threateningly, "you love me, don't you? Forgive me just this once?"
Taehyung scoffs obnoxiously loud, exaggerated scowl on his face, and Jungkook couldn't help but laugh under his breath, quickly covering it up with a fist. Taehyung takes a quick glimpse at him, raising an eyebrow, and that's when Jungkook suddenly finds the zipper of his bag to be very interesting.
"Forgive you? You're a dead man, Park Jimin," Taehyung threatens, and without wasting a second, he begins to come for the boy's life once again. Jimin lets out a girlish squeal and eases his way through the maze of desks, and somehow, he finds himself behind Jungkook, holding his hands over his face in a form of protection.
