KIDNAPPED

02

The journey to Busan was short. The moment Kook left Daegu his heart started beating faster and faster. It had been three years since he had seen his father. Well it was more of his choice not to see that man.

Jungkook's childhood was really good. He spent time with his parents, played around, was loved by everyone and made friends quickly. All was okay until his mother died when he was only sixteen.

After that nothing was the same. His father changed drastically. Not bothering about his son, not listening to his problems, not comforting him when he missed his mother, not meeting his teachers on parent-teacher meetings, scolding him when he couldn't fight his bullies and the worst of all cutting all communication ties with him. He only ordered Jungkook and became very angry at him for even the smallest mistakes.

That one year was horrifying for Jungkook until he came to Daegu. He did so after learning that his father actually never wanted him but just because he loved his mother, he tolerated Jungkook. The younger was shattered when he got to know this. No one loved him he thought. Not his mother, not his father but only his grandma.

Even in the school things were rough. He wasn't bullied there because of the strict rules but took a hell a lot of time to make friends. Once he did open, Jimin and Hoseok from the dance class became his first friends. With time he started falling for Jimin only to be rejected by him.

Rejection.......that's what he always got. He went into depression because of it and stopped talking to anyone....even his grandma. This continued until he decided to switch classes and take up finance as a subject. He hated the fact that he had to leave dancing but for the first time his father seemed to approve of his decision to change classes. The old man saw finance more worthy than dance and shit-.....so with just a little happiness that Kook got from his father's acceptance, he went to his new class.

In his mind, Jungkook had already thought that his first day in his class will be dreadful. People would judge him, avoid him, call him names, isolate him and what not but it never actually happened. He was on the other hand welcomed warmly into the class. People took initiative to talk him and helped him out. Later he got to know that they did so cause their class representative had asked them to make everyone feel welcomed.

His first day fine.

His second day was fine too.

So was his third day.

Fourth day passed peacefully.

Fifth day was fun cause he played with the class.

Sixth day he met some classmates for pizza.

Seventh day he just lay around in his bed.

But all these day not once did he see the famous class rep. People said that he went to some other town for a basketball tournament and would be back by a week. He just saw two or three of his pictures and immediately transferred them to his phone.

Having nothing else to do he just wasted his time staring at these pictures.......