TAEKOOK ¦ i'm not straight

i'm not: prepared for battle

now playing... my first and last, nct dream

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JUNGKOOK

I wake up to the relaxing sound of my alarm clock blasting next to my ear. Sitting up straight with a big smile, I stretch my arms out wide, giving a hug to this fine morning. I turn to the side to give a good ol' slap at my alarm, turning off its whimsical voice.

The date is January 27th, 6:02 am. I must've slept through my alarm for a while, being set up for 17 minutes prior.

On any other occasion, I would be lazily getting up from my comforter and heading towards my dresser to be met with an already planned outfit. Most likely sweatpants and some oversized white shirt. But today isn't like any other. It is a special day.

The first day of school

- F U C K -

All I wanted to do was, sleep in and miss the entire day. I'm fine with going tomorrow and even every day after that, just not now. First days are the worst

My arrival is planned, people have talked about it. They've been planning for some time that I'd join their class. That I'd now be a part of their routine and everyday life. They know I'm gonna be there.

But I don't want to

Introductions are unavoidable. It's certain I'll be bothered by teachers trying to help me "fit in". That group of people will surely judge me. Being stared at is inevitable. Unfortunately

"Jeon Jimin! Jeon Jungkook! Boys, I'm leaving in 40 minutes. If you aren't ready then, I'll leave without you. But don't even THINK about not going to school, you'll have to walk"

My mother yells from upstairs, to which I reply with

"Coming Mama!"

I hear no response from my brother, typical. But I shouldn't point that out, he has an actual door to his room and is most likely listening to music or FaceTiming Yoongi.

Poor guy, he's not gonna last without his boyfriend wrapped in his arms.

I quickly grab my clothes from my dresser and get into them. Fixing my hair and trying to look decent, I run up the stairs to greet my mother in the kitchen.

I give her a hug and sit down at the table, where there's already some avocado toast waiting for me.

"Good morning Bubba"

"Morning"

"I've prepared your lunch, it's in the blue bag on the counter. I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I just heated up some pizza. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, sounds good. But it's not gonna stay warm anyways"

"I'm sure there are microwaves in the cafeteria, just heat it up there"

"Yeah, we'll see"

As I take a bite of my toast, my mother sits down across from me and grabs my free hand. She looks at me with the kindest eye-smile. Something I wish was passed onto me but was unfortunately snatched by Jimin.

Although I'm not the biggest fan of his, I was given my dad's eyes. And that I'm happy about

- What? They make me cute, don't judge -

"Jungkook-ah, you know you can tell me if there's something on your mind. Is there anything bothering you? Friends? School? Your brother?"

"Mama, don't worry about it. I'm just a little nervous"