Yoongi sweetly grinned and said, "So, how will you fall for me? Should I call you sunshine,
sweetheart, or Seokie?"
"Whatever you call me, I'm yours."
And then the mafia got involved.
He looked up at the figure about his height, but seemingly taller.
"T-taehyung?"
"Jungkook." The brown-haired boy smiled, showing his teeth with a sinister flair.
The younger took a few steps back. "Ah, hi! What brings you here?" Both boys were at a location people went to mourn. The cemetery.
Taehyung laughed. "Well, being more than enough stable in finances, the path getting to richness was a bit rough. Obstacles, you know? Debt. Lives."
Jungkook gulped and scratched his head. "Ha. I can't say that I can relate, but I guess so." On the inside, however, he wasn't so calm. WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTwtf-
"Why are YOU here, though?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow in interest.
Jungkook's eyes fell empty. As if he had rid of all emotions inside those dark, glassy, and vacant orbs.
Vacant of memories.
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"UghUgHguouuUOugh!" Jungkook growled out, irrational and fuming with anger with an unknown source. Nurses ran to him, trying to hold him down as he tried to rip off his hospital shirt with his teeth, as his hands were tied up into chains.
Jungkook was diagnosed with ADHD when he was 3 years old. It was first noticed by his best friend, Yugyeom. Yugyeom was like his guardian angel. Jungkook would never get mad at him, and Yugyeom was always patient. Jungkook's anger came off as violence and crying, like many. He couldn't express what was wrong and bothering him.
For him, however, it was so bad that'd he'd try to harm others and himself severely enough to end up in the hospital sometimes. By the time he turned 6, he was put into chains, and only saw his parents and Yugyeom.
Now.
Now was the time, after five years, that he had the fire burning inside of him.
Now was the time he would be set free.
He punched up into the air, knocking two nurses on his side into the air, hitting another on the nose. His eyes were red, and he was surprisingly strong for an 11-year-old.
His shrieks ran out through the cold and unforgiving halls of the hospital as he seethed with ferocity.
Security was being called by a nurse huddling in the corner as the boy jumped up from his bed, breaking the handles holding the chains. He waved his arms around, still wrapped with chains and connected to the bed handles. The handles broke in such a way that the end of them were sharp and could cause serious damage, like a knife.
More nurses ran to stop Jungkook from flailing the weapons around. A man was walking down to see what chaos was happening, but ran the opposite direction seeing Jungkook's state.
Suddenly, someone tapped the dark-haired boy's shoulder, calmly, as if pleading him to stop.
Jungkook got even madder at the obstacles between him and the way out of the hospital and him. He wanted to go back to his mom. But if he tried to say it, or even succeeded, he was not allowed to. He didn't know that his father left his mother out of anger at Jungkook. His mother still believed in Jungkook, and he parted ways.
He turned around, slashing the handles onto the tall male in front of him.
Wait. No.
His coconut haircut was too familiar.
Jungkook had killed Yugyeom.
Since then, something snapped inside Jungkook. He was willing to be patient. He was gifted a voice. He had a passion for getting better.
Maybe that's why his mother didn't mind when he came home with girls and weed sometimes.
He had a voice.
But he had lost his angel.
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Jungkook eyed Yugyeom's grave from the corner of his eye and bowed.
Taehyung muttered in confusion, as he didn't know to who and where the younger was bowing to.
"Hey, Kookie?" Taehyung texted Jungkook a lot, and both were comfortable with each other by now.
"Yeah, babe?" Jungkook regained his dominating nature, lifting his head high, poking his tongue into his cheek. He only whispered the second part to leave it to the other's imagination.
Taehyung had a cute smile now. "Let's go somewhere."
Jungkook nodded, wholeheartedly.
"Where?"
"My house."
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Hellooooooooooo!
Just to get one thing clear, I do not mean to fantasize or commercialize ADHD and/or autism. I know a lot about it, and have a sibling with both, so have firsthand knowledge of what it's like. Both are tough, mild or severe, and anyone with either or both should be evaluated and given therapy immediately.
Now to get that out of the way, what do you think they'll do at their house? ;)
Jungkook from the background: WTF do you mean? We're only playing.... uh. FORTNITE...?
*Taehyung moans*
Jungkook: AND UH FOR SOME REASON IT'S TURNING TAEHYUNG ON.......
I love you, we love you, and you should love yourself. You have a big heart, sassy attitude, and support me with whatever I do. Thanks for being in my life. I mean it.
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