QUIRKS | a BTS fanfiction

Episode 4: You've got the Best of Me

PREVIOUSLY ON: QUIRKS

So there is hard, solid evidence that Hoseok has a boyfriend. Maybe he'll make an appearance? But Taehyung still managed to get Jimin involved with the try-outs to join BTS. He doesn't want to but he's already signed up.

What will happen now?

Jungkook was sitting by his table, looking around intently for Jimin, or his two friends to show up. With each passing minute, he felt a dense and heavy feeling increase in his chest area. His eyes watered slightly and he stood up, throwing his lunch in the nearest bin. Jungkook hung his head low and sniffed, clenching his hands into small fists as he continued to think about how badly he got his hopes up.

His subconscious, from beside him was trying to tell him to not give up hope, that he didn't need Jimin. "But he was the first friend I could've made... I'm so stupid," Jungkook whispered. His subconscious shook its head, placing a hand over Jungkook's chest, making it warm and fuzzy again. Jungkook let tears drop down his face as he took off his glasses as used his sleeve to wipe his eyes.

He walked into the bathroom toilets and went to go turn on the water. "Well, if it isn't the little freak." Jungkook flinched, you could throw any insults at him but the 'f' word? Jungkook's personal trigger word, he hated the word freak with such a fire that he wanted to just scream out in rage.

He turned around to see Quirkless boys, who looked like they were in their Fourth Year, Jungkook gulped. "Move it," one of them said. Jungkook shuffled out of the way and moved to the farthest corner of the room, washing his hands. He held his breath as he lathered up his hands with soap and carefully washed his hands in the warm water.

Jungkook finally let himself breath when they all left, he looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He grabbed some paper towels, wetting them in some water and softly stroking his eyes. Trying to get rid of the red, puffiness. The doors opened making him flinch and look down at his hands again, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. After lunch he had two more lessons and then he would be safely back in his dorm room.

"Oh, found you Jungkook!" Jimin's voice rung in the air. Jungkook looked up at him in disbelief, "Sorry I was late. Taehyung and Hoseok dragged me into the Training Centre, they want to to tryouts for the BTS group thing. Then I realised that I couldn't find you and then I was thinking, where did I last see you? You seem to really like these toilets," Jimin giggled. Jungkook sniffed, putting on his glasses and nodding.

Jimin looked closely at the shorter boy and frowned, "hey, you alright? You look like you've been crying?" he asked.

Jungkook shook his head, and gave Jimin and wide bunny tooth smile. The elder didn't believe him but shrugged and grabbed his arm, pulling him outside and into the busy corridor. "Let's go to the training centre, I need to kick a certain someone's butt."

Jungkook smiled and nodded, walking alongside Jimin. His subconscious floated beside him and playfully punched his arm, resulting in that familiar warm and fuzzy feeling again that made Jungkook feel so much better than before. He walked into the Training Facility and lightly gasped, looking up at the giant room.

The training facility had this huge dome as a ceiling, showing the outside world. The dome was made up of hexagonal window panes that shined an iridescent purple colour, making the room brighter and more intense. There were the typical plastic chairs around the Training Centre, making it look more like a professional football arena than anything.

The floors were a shiny, light wooden panes running along the entire centre. With some red lines, white lines and blue lines painted over each other. Representing different sports, Jungkook smiled and left his mouth hanging open as Jimin took his wrist and guided him to his friends.