My Delinquent|tk

12| i'll find you. son

~Winter Break~

Jungkook—

I woke up to the sound of Yoongi's alarm blaring in my ear. Groaning I tossed his phone across the room, so that it hit his back, and slid down on the sheets. The elder grumbled, still asleep, and muttered something about Park Jimin. I raised an eyebrow at that. Wasn't Park Jimin Taehyung's friend? Perhaps the stone-hearted Min Yoongi has finally gone soft for someone. Smiling, I got out of my bed, and stretched my arms.

Yoongi and I had reunited on the first day he came here. Apparently he was assigned to room with me, and we greeted each other with emotional smiles, and tight hugs.

Yawning, I padded to the shared bathroom, to freshen myself up, and get on with the day. Knowing Yoongi, he'd probably set another alarm to ring in about thirty minutes, so I didn't need to worry about waking him up. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, not really thinking of anything in particular. It was the beginning of winter break, and almost all of the students have left for home. I, on the other hand, had no home to go to, and neither does Yoongi. Instead, we decided to just stay on campus, and have our own little Christmas celebration and whatnot.

It was around nine in the morning, by the time I got out of the bathroom, and at this point Yoongi was already sitting up on his bed, rubbing his eyes, slowly. "Hey, Kook," the elder mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep. "Hmm?" I responded, drying my hair with a towel. "I got a text from Jimin. He wants me to meet his parents." My eyebrows rose, "really? You've only known him for four months, and you're already dating?" Yoongi nodded, and rose up from his bed, "yeah, it's funny how fast I developed feelings for someone I just met, huh?"

For some reason that made me think of Taehyung, and how fast I'd let him get close to me. What scared me wasn't the blonde's extension of friendship or kindness. No. What scared me is what would happen as a result of his friendship and kindness. I didn't want Taehyung getting in harm's way, because of me. I wouldn't be able to live with that.

"Hey, Kook!" Yoongi called, waving a hand in front of my face, snapping my out of my thoughts. "Uh, yeah?" The elder sighed through his nose, and folded his arms. "I said, I'll be gone for the rest of the break," he repeated. "Will you be alright without me?" I snorted, "I've been doing just fine for the past few years, without you, I can manage another." Yoongi raised an eyebrow, "mmm, alright then. If you say so. I'm going to get ready, then. I have to leave in an hour." With that, the elder trudged into the bathroom and shut the door, quietly, behind him.

Sighing, I threw my towel on my bed, and grabbed my jacket, hanging off of my chair. I might as well take a walk and clear my head. A lot has happened in the past recent months.

I slipped out of my dorm, and crossed the narrow hallway and took the elevator down to the lobby. When I walked out of the dorms, a cold blast of wind greeted me, and tossed the hood of my jacket off of my head. I pulled the hood back over my head, and began my trek to the nearest coffee shop, determined to get some caffeine in my system.

As I walked, I thought about everything that Taehyung had done for me, ever since I'd met him. At first, he seemed like a complete prick. Some stuck up kid, who didn't believe in "that's your business not mine," and stuck his nose into my personal life. His determination to "help fix me" bothered, and got on my nerves. It wasn't like I was some kid who needed his mommy to paste some cream on a cut, and bandage it. Though it was slow, I was already healing on my own. Sure, help would've been nice, but something about the way how Taehyung was so persistent annoyed me to no ends.

But, something changed. It was even before he caught me drunk, and had to haul my intoxicated ass out of jail. I don't remember when I started to think differently about the elder, but the alcohol, that night, definitely made me spew a bunch of sober thoughts. Thoughts I rather Taehyung didn't know, because now he's hell-bent on finding me a lover.

It's not like I hate the idea of love. Actually, I crave it like someone would crave their favorite type of treat. It's something I want, but can restrict myself from having. I'm scared that if I find someone that I care about, they might get hurt because of me. And, not me personally. Someone who probably, most definitely, doesn't see my happiness as a blessing to their life, and won't hesitate to tear it down to shreds.

I will not have anyone in harm's way, just because I'm a sad little boy who needs attention.

Spotting a Starbucks, on my near right, I swerved from my straight route, and let myself into the warm café. I inhaled the smell of sweet desserts and coffee, in the air, before pulling off my hood, and stepping in line. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, and stared at the lockscreen. A certain blonde-haired boy, with a boxy smile, grinned at me, with the sweetest expression on his face. Somehow Taehyung had managed to get on my phone, and reset my wallpaper, without me knowing, yet it didn't really bother me, to my surprise. It wasn't like I was hiding anything in my phone; I only had a few games, and contacts that mattered to me. Until now, there were no pictures in my gallery. Now, I had one picture. Only one, and that's of Kim Taehyung.

I stared at his face for a little longer, before pocketing my phone, and stepping forward, as the line moved. At this point, I had no idea what to do with the elder. He'd sunken into my daily life, and reversed it so much, that it was like my old routine was never established in the first place. I remember back when he took me back to school, after a week of me finding out that I was going to get kicked out, because I couldn't pay for my tuition. The news devastated me to the core. I had no where to go, I had no money, and I had no college education. All I had was some crappy high school diploma, and no home to go to.

As, I began to lose hope, and accept the fact that I might become homeless, there he was. Taehyung appeared like a beacon of hope, and brought me back to Earth. It was like he slapped some sense into me, even though all he did was find me at some rundown motel, and took me back to the university. The shock that someone would worry so much about me, to the extent of driving all over the place, on some manhunt, made me rethink about what I should do.

But, in the end, I didn't have to do anything at all.

Again, fucking, Kim Taehyung did everything for me. He paid for my whole entire tuition, with only a light, "you can pay it back later," as a response to all of my fruitless refusals and protests.

"Are you going to order?" A voice asked, slapping me back to the present. "Oh...yeah, sorry. I spaced out," I mumbled. The barista cracked a small smile, "happens to all of us. Now, what would you like?"

Once, I ordered, I wandered over to a table, and sat down. My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out, to see who would bother me so early in the morning. I furrowed my eyebrows, when it read an unknown number in my text messages. I clicked on the message, wondering who could it be. Maybe one of my friends got a new phone?

I'll find you. And you'll regret everything.

Narrowing my eyes, I stared at the simple text, wondering if maybe this person might've thought I was someone else. I was about to delete the message, until a new one popped up.

Don't think you can run away this time you little bitch.

You'll pay for getting me in jail.

I'll find you.

Son.

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Yeah. I'm so sorry for the long and boring ass chapter. I just felt like it was needed, so you can get caught up, in the fastest way possible. I promise that the next chapter will be a lot more interesting :)

-Author-nim