The Boy On The Hill ⇒ Jikook

⇒ i.

"Do we have to live here, mom?"

"Shush. You be grateful that we can even afford to move homes." His mom snapped. Jungkook huffed and crossed his arms, wishing they stayed and didn't leave.

Being in a rich family, he thought that they'd be content with their original home, but they just wanted to make use of their wealth.

Jungkook hauled three boxes into the house, then placing them down. "Pick your room." Kook gasped. "Really? Me first?" He smiled.

"No, I wasn't talking to you. Taehyung! Come here and choose your room." Kook's thirteen year old brother ran inside and up the stairs. His other hyung followed.

"Yoongi, you can pick after him." The fifteen year old rolled his eyes and swept his black hair. "When do I get to pick?" "Oh, I've already chosen yours."

Jungkook sighed. He never got to choose his own room. "Follow me." Kook shuffled behind as his mother led him to the only room on the third floor.

"Go get your boxes, this is your room." Jungkook jumped around in happiness. This was something away from his annoying brothers and parents.

He noticed it lined up with the second floor window of the other house, which was elevated by a small hill. The blinds were closed, so he couldn't see inside.

time skip.

Jungkook wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he placed the last box in his new room. He opened the window to get fresh air with all this cardboard.

He heard a knocking sound from the other house. The young boy turned and saw a boy sitting in the other window. He smiled and waved. Kook waved back.

The boy stood and walked away from sight, then coming back with papers and a marker. He wrote on the sign 'Hi! I'm Jimin. What's your name?'

Jungkook smiled and grabbed paper and pens out of a box. He'd always liked drawing and writing. He wrote 'Hello I'm Jungkook!'

Kook then wrote 'Could you open your window so we can talk easily?' And Jimin shook his head. 'My window can't open. My dad sealed the windows shut.'

'Why?' 'He wants to protect us.' But the us was crossed out and replaced with "me." Suddenly, Jungkook heard his mom yelling his name.

'I have to go. Do you have a phone?' "I'll be down in a second! Hold on!" Jungkook yelled in response. 'Yes here's my number: ...'

Look plugged it into his phone and texted Jimin. Jimin replied and Jungkook said goodbye, then running downstairs. He saw another family.

"Jungkook, these are our next door neighbors, the Kims. Their only son is simply one year older than you." Jungkook's mom explained.

The other boy waved. "Hi, I'm Namjoon."

"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook." The just smiled at each other. "Well, anyways, welcome to the neighborhood. We should go on our way." The mother said.

"Let's hangout sometime!" Namjoon said cheerfully, but he seemed nervous. His breathing was heavy and he kept staring worriedly at the ground.

Namjoon smiled, revealing his deep dimples, before turning and following his parents out the front door. "Why don't your three go to the park?"

Jungkook shrugged, Taehyung cheered, and Yoongi groaned. "Go and meet some kids from the neighborhood." They nodded and got their shoes on.

Once they arrived at the park, they noticed there were a lot of people. "Hey guys! Wait up!" The three turned and saw Namjoon running after them.

"Are you joining us?" "Yeah, my parents said I should get to know you guys." Suddenly, Namjoon's breath got caught and he stopped when he saw the crowds.

"Well? Aren't you coming?" Yoongi snapped. "O-Oh, I'll be r-right there..." Yoongi shrugged and followed Taehyung to the playground.

Jungkook approached the older and asked if he was okay. "Y-Yeah, I just... never mind, my parents tell me not to tell everyone..." "Oh." Kook realized.

"Do you have anxiety problems with crowds? You can tell me." Namjoon shyly nodded. "B-But it's not just that.. there's a lot of other factors to it."

"I'm sorry." Jungkook muttered. Namjoon shook his head.

i gave namjoon characteristics that i have wow