Black & Pink | Jikook

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Jimin stood there and stared at the two boys in confusion. He remembered Taehyung. How could he possibly forget that handsome face? He was the boy in his classroom. One of the bullies from his school.

"Yeah, I am. Why the fuck do you care?" Jimin inquired boldly, trying to regain his "bad boy" personality. It was now time to show off his savage skills. Hanging with Yoongi had made him even more confident about being the "badass" in school.

The guy no one wanted to talk to. The guy no one could approach without getting sworn at, or possibly beat up.

The younger stared down at Jimin's thin figure. He wasn't afraid, he was just confused. "Because I guess I'm going to be training you. Don't you remember me?"

Jimin tilted his head whilst flipping his black bangs out from in front of his eyes. "How could I forget? You're the idiot who thought it was okay to call me the 'new kid'."

"Okay Jimin, I don't really care who the fuck you are. Don't call me a fucking idiot. I may tolerant you at school, but here I will not." Taehyung's hands began to shake out of anger. Like before, he wasn't afraid of Jimin, nor was he of anyone.

"Tae-" Chanyeol was cut off at he felt Taehyung brush pass him.

"I'm done. Train him yourself." With that, Taehyung was gone. He walked outside the door, leaving Jimin, Chanyeol, and the nosey customers speechless.

Jimin felt terrified of the elder's actions. He had crossed paths with the wrong person. Someone who he'd never wanted to have an altercation with.

Now he had an enemy, again.

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Jungkook smiled at the tiny index card as he placed it inside of his diary. He thought it was some kind of high school drama where a guy would leave notes inside of a girl's locker and she'll find it and blush.

But this wasn't a drama.

And he wasn't a girl.

He was Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook suddenly saw his stepmother peek through his bedroom door. It frightened him a little by the way she looked.

"Jennie, are you okay?" The boy asked with all concern in his voice. She looked at him blankly as she took the liberty to sit next to him on his bed.

"Your father..." Jennie took a deep breath before she finished her sentence. "Your father was walking to his office carrying a stack of papers in some foreign wooden box and suddenly he lost balance and hurt his arm. It sounds foolish it know, but-"

"That doesn't make any sense. That doesn't just make someone fall!" Jungkook yelled out of frustration and annoyance. He knew his father was a little too overdramatic when it came to injuries.

"He really wants us at the hospital now, Kookie." Jennie spoke in a very soft voice, trying to calm her stepson down just a little before they arrived at the hospital.

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"What the hell?" Jungkook rose out of his chair in a fluid motion. He stared down at the nurse incredulity; his face scrunched up as he flared his nostrils.

His stepmother was taken aback, not wanting to interfere. Even she knew how her husband would over exaggerate things. He had called her at her job begging her to come to the hospital. He made it sound like an emergency when it was just a simple sprain.

Jungkook and Jennie had finally arrived to his father's room. He looked ridiculous. His arm was bandaged pretty tightly with a cast. He didn't seem too unhappy. That slight grin that his father would always make made him look even stupider.

"How's your arm?" Jungkook asked plainly; with no emotion whatsoever. He stared down at him vexatiously as he moistened his lips with his tongue.

"It hurts."

I'm sure it does. Just like everything does. Jungkook wanted to say. He wanted to call his father out on his pathetic lies, but he didn't. He couldn't.

It was still his father.

His severely overexaggerated father.

"Well we can get going now. This cast will be off in no time, honey." Jennie smiled as she escorted the injured man out of the hospital. Jungkook followed behind, feeling weary by every step he took.

Once they got home, Jungkook instantly headed to his bedroom. He knew that was the last time he'd see his parents' for the day.

He checked his phone, only to see twelve missed calls from his boyfriend, Jaemin.

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Jaemin😒: I called u a zillion times, please respond
Jaemin😒: U don't like me anymore, k
Jaemin😒: I'm about to cheat on you if you don't reply

Me: I'm sorry babe💜💜💜💜💜
Me: My father was in the emergency room

Jaemin😒: Omggg what?!
Jaemin😒: Did he die????

Me: Jesus, no
Me: But I do need to tell you something
Delivered

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"I like him, a lot." Yoongi told himself. For a person whom was afraid of rejection, he would always keep his emotions inside for the world to never know.

"He acts so tough...but at home he acts completely different. Like, an innocent little puppy." Yoongi smiled as he pulled his pillow closer to him. This wasn't the first person he'd had feelings for.

He hoped it would surely be the last.

A/N: WOW! It's been a while. I missed you guys and I've missed this story so much!! I hope everyone enjoyed this portion of the story. There will be more to come stay tuned :)💙