Friends with the Supernatural (A BTS Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Shiro's P.O.V.

Now.........

7 years later........

As I was packing the final bits and pieces that I needed for my next adventure, I looked around my surroundings of mine and Jungkook's room. So many memories were made in these four walls. The sleepovers, the arguments and the eventual make-ups, as well as the night we exchanged the friendship bracelets that he had made for the both of us. I smiled softly at the memory as my fingers glossed over the small bunny charm on my bracelet.
I picked the now tatty black and white teddy bear that my parents won for me at an amusement park we went to when I was little. After all this time, I still miss them dearly. They are never far way from my thoughts and I still pray to the small shrine that Appa made in the back garden all those years ago.

"Shiron! Come on! We need to get going!" I heard Jungkook and Eomma shout from downstairs, dragging me out of my thoughts.
"Coming!" I shouted back as I stuffed the bear into my backpack and grabbed my suitcase whilst rushing down the stairs. As I reached the bottom, I saw Eomma, Appa and Kookie waiting for me.
"You're always rushing, aren't you Shiron?" Appa exasperated as he took my suitcase and walked towards the car. I looked over to my brother who just gave me a knowing look which caused us to giggle quietly.
As we got into the car, Jungkook fixed his black beanie as to cover his bunny ears from other drivers and people passing by. Even after all this time, he's still insecure what people will think of him because he's a hybrid, which pains me and our parents. A lot.

"So, you two looking forward to your new school?" Eomma asked the both of us as we start pulling off the drive and on our way to our new school.

Due to Jungkook's relentless bullying throughout his school life for being a hybrid, he has had to move to different schools several times in order to move away from the bullies, yet, new ones would always find him. I can't fathom the amount of times I have found him on the way home from school all bloodied and bruised from being beaten up. It's not his fault that he was born different. Seems people just can't be bothered to accept the fact.
Luckily, Eomma and Appa found a school....or should I say college...for students who wish to pursue the arts such as music, dance, drama and art whilst also curating the time with the compulsory subjects like English and Maths...basically it's like high school and college combined. Like a high school+. And because me and Kookie kind of formed our own little dance troupe, they both thought it would be a good idea for the both of us to attend the school...and we got accepted....halfway through the school term....Great.

The bad news.....me and Jungkook had to move into the dorms near the school...which is in Seoul.

"Yeah. I think it will be a new adventure. Don't you think, Kookie?" I answered whilst turning to Jungkook, who was looking down at his bracelet, fiddling with the charm.
"Jungkook?" Appa asked, causing him to look up with a scared expression.
"Umm...yeah. I'm looking forward to it." He answered hesitantly, but I can see from his eyes that he was worried. I held his hand and gave it a slight squeeze.
"It's going to be alright Kookie. You've got me this time." I said to him. He looked over to me and gave me a small smile.
"You're right. I do have you." He replied and squeezed my hand back.
"That is true Jungkook. But as well as that, I think you'll fit right into this school." Eomma added whilst we were driving down the motorway.
"How so?" He questioned his mother with a confused look,
"You'll see once you start making friends. Also, they'll tell you a bit about the school once the two of you get there." Appa told us whilst focusing on the road ahead of us.

6 hours later.............

We were now in Seoul, the capital of South Korea. After taking numerous pit stops to stretch our legs and refuel, we were outside of the school/college. Looking at it from the inside of the car made it look really intimidating and scary, despite it's modernesque architecture and appearance. However, once we got out of the car, it didn't look as bad. I looked over to Jungkook, who looked absolutely scared to death. 'I hope he's doing okay.'