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*bash*
*smax*
*shax*
*smack*
*vack*
*shakalaka boomback*

Jungkook was hitting the imaginary wall... Pretty far from the hard cold tiles that were filled with hanged,pinned and pasted projects.

And louder the boys were giggling...
"Hahah- now it's my turn" he untied jungkook's blindfold and jungkook tied it back on his collar...

It was winter already... And the boys had to wear the school's customized sweaters or manage with their school coat...

it seemed as he was happy being in the little childish mischiefs...being in the circle of friends from 5 years... lovely... wasn't it for him?

*tring tring*

as  the bell rang, everyone rushed on their desks and started tidying up ...

it was geography... kids's little nightmare... well it wasn't for jungkook...Even if he knew all the answers to the questions... switching the question papers with friends was a different happiness for him...

and so the other boys admired him as well...

having detention with his best friend would make him smile than sitting alone in those comfy chairs with a desk to rest his head on...

he was different... quiet happy in the lives he had been in those five years to now...

being spanked on the bottom with the others for a thing he didn't even do was a precious time he could ask for ...

being the sweetest boy with a sour wishlist he was...

as if he's having the time of his life... running around,playing and acting all silly...

as the break would arrive... sharing all packages of food he would get... not that he's friends stole it... they had a different chemistry with him... no one teased him for being the youngest in their class... ' the youngest would live the most' was the fun motto they would believe...

pretty innocent were they... as they could think...

as the tained football would reach their school door... it was never late to make friends...

'the little boy, yoongi on the next class had a good chemistry with the boys...' so he was also counted in the group of friends...

for the last break they all would share their pocket money to have flavoured ice-creams... but yoongi would not join... for a reason everyone knew...

'ohhhh sorry but i got to go to grade II'  they all shrugged and exchanged goodbyes to yoongi...

As the kids of grade II were all rushing...

yoongi's eyes wandered to find someone...

in a sudden action, someone grabbed his hand tightly enough... he could recognise those little fingers wrapping his thumb... as the fingers were too tiny to hold all of his hand...

the fingers became sweaty... he would understand his little sister's fear of panic...

he grabbed his little sister with all of his might holding her gently...

' Do you want try the swings? the fear flies away when we sit on the swings'  she nodded without losing eye contact with his brother... she would trust him the most...

he ran to playground ...making her sit on top of the hanging seat...she was terrified first as she let go of his brother's fingers... she didn't understand ... so she closed her eyes and gripped the chains that hanged the seats as her feet didn't touch the ground...

and slowly enough ...he pushed the swing...

she couldn't feel it moving but as little breeze caressed her face... she felt some of the movement ... as she opened her eyes... for some reason she didn't feel scared since it was her brother who pushed the swing...

 she started smiling ... it was a sweet connection with his brother to make her smile everyday...

she made noises of laughing as she was having fun... yoongi's smile appeared little by little as the swing went up...

when they got off the swing ... she hugged him tightly... gripping the sleeves of his shirt...so that he doesn't let go...

author: hello it's my first ff on wattpad and m really nervous like the first day of school... Sorry for grammar mistakes ... m not that good at english... thanks for reading <3 plz stay tuned for the next part - FARHAT plz read this chapter with the provided bgm<3

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