the next day, yoongi walked in by himself. he didn't go to jeongguk's house yesterday, so he had to walk to school, his mother already at her work in the morning. part of him didn't want to come to school, there was nothing there for him. 'jeonggukie.'
yoongi hummed quietly to himself as he walked into the school, he was a bit late so there was no rush. as he walked into the front, there was a boy sitting on the ground, fiddling with his backpack. yoongi walked over curiously, and tapped the boys shoulder. the boy looked up at yoongi.
his cheeks looked wet, and his eyes were a bit red and puffy. "you okay?" the boy shook his head, wiping his eyes. yoongi crouched down, and wrapped his arms around the boy. this is how he would always comfort jeongguk, so it might work. "it's okay, don't cry. i'm here."
after a few moments, yoongi pulled away and the pair stood up. "are you in fifth grade?" the boy nodded, sniffling. "what's your name?"
"p—p-park jimin.." yoongi hummed, holding out his hand, smiling at jimin warmly. "i'll help you around, mkay?"
jimin nodded, hesitantly taking yoongi's hand. "thanks.."
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