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Chapter One
Author(s)Khannie
Status [M], Subscribers-only
Tags angst romance bangtanboys jungkook taehyung vhope vkook
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“Hyung… you promise that you’ll stay by my side?”
“Hey… stop doubting yourself. You already know the answer.”
“Do I really…?”
“Trust me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Then prove it to me… I want you to kiss me.”
Taehyung slowly turned his eyes to Jungkook and glanced to his lips.

“I thought you’d never ask.”


"Come on... Wake up boy...."
A young, redheaded boy groaned to the familiar sound of his foster mother waking him up out of his more-needed slumber. He peaked his eyes out of the sheets and eyed at the window to see that the day outside was still completely pitch dark. The sun hadn’t risen yet, giving him a reason to stay in bed a little bit longer.
“Ani… it’s too early…” The young boy groaned some more as he pulled the sheets over his head. “It’s not even ing daylight yet…”
“Hush!” The boy’s foster mother immediately cut him off, and then slapped him hard across his head that was still buried under the covers. “Don’t you dare curse at me like that, Jungkook-ah!”
“Aishhh!” The boy abruptly sat up from the bed and pushed off the sheets with anger and annoyance. He rubbed his head and loosely shook his unkempt hair with his fingers. His eyes could barely open, but made an effort to slowly open them to a strict older woman, with sharp eyes and an expression that can’t be relaxed. The redheaded boy rolled his eyes back, and then falls back onto the bed, hoping his foster mother would just disappear.
“Don’t you start with me…” The older woman warned him. “You’re lucky that I was able to take you in. You know as well as I do that no one wants to take your troubled attitude.” The foster mother had a bark worse than her bite, as she continued to yammer on with the same “you’re lucky” nonsense that the young boy has heard too many times. “Don’t make me yell at you all morning! Get your up for school!”
She stripped the sheets off of the redheaded boy and exposed his skin to the bitter winter cold in this early morning. His body shivered and immediate got up to grab the sheets from his foster mother, but she was too quick for his witty moves. She smiled with a conniving, pleasing look and took the sheets with her as she slammed the door on her way out. Feeling bitter and defeated, the young boy had no choice, but to get ready for school.
School. The troubled and rebellious Jeon Jungkook hated that word with a burning passion. He had been kicked out of two schools and transferred to four different ones in just less than two years. The principals hated him; the teachers feared him and the students looked down on him. In spite of all that, he has changed foster families one too many times because of his troubled nature. Some described him as disobedient and unruly, while others thought of him as quiet and unsocial. All of those descriptions are true, to an extent. They could only see what was on the surface, and Jungkook was not a person to display his inner emotions. And that was why he hated school - not solely because of the education, but rather the noisy people that forced themselves into his life.
Jungkook looked over at his bedroom door and saw his school uniform ironed and hung onto the hook, ready to go. Although it was a neat appearance from afar, there were a few patches and stiches that were tailored to fix the holes and tears. That uniform had been through a lot of rough stages in the young boy’s schooling life. He had picked one too many fights and got beaten up couple of times. The boy should’ve gotten a new school uniform by now, but he couldn’t afford such a hefty price. As Jungkook looked back from the night before, he remembered walking by the kitchen to see his foster mother mending the wears and tears together on his uniform. She had worked on it all night long, with such delicacy and precision. Thinking back on it now, he felt pity for her working so late and to still have the ability to get up this early to wake him up. Not many people were willing to show care and affection towards Jungkook, being the troubled boy as he was. Nonetheless, a bit of affection did soften the boy’s heart just a bit. But as soon as he thought of the feeling, he immediately shut his emotions away. That was the last thing Jungkook wanted to happen – to have feelings and get attached.
He shook away those thoughts and prepared himself for school. A hot shower was what he needed during this cold morning. Fortunately, the water warmed up fairly quickly for Jungkook to jump in the shower without having to stand bare in the chilly air for too long. As the water ran down the young boy’s porcelain skin, he deeply prayed that thing would be different at this new school. He truly hoped that people would just leave him alone and let him attend school quietly. He didn’t want to attract attention, nor find another reason to be kicked out. The wishes continued to stir in his head as he finished up and dressed in his school uniform. Jungkook hated how form-fitted and tight the uniform was, so he unbuttoned his collar and loosened his tie just enough for him to breathe. His shirt was somewhat tucked in properly, while he wore year-old shoes that had pieces of rubber peeling off from the bottom. He packed his music player and headphones, along with some spare notebook and pencil. Jungkook didn’t know what he needed for his first day, so he only packed the essentials only for himself. He swung his school bag onto his shoulder and headed out the door. His foster mother immediately followed him out the door to yell out her goodbye greeting. Although he heard her loud and clear, the young boy didn’t look back and proceeded to walk down the street.
Jungkook approached the main gate of Daewon High School, one of Seoul’s most prestigious schools. There were students walking around campus with close friends, while others stuck close by to their significant others. He shyly looked around his surroundings, possibly planning his escape route if he needed to get out of this hellhole. There were a few people already staring at him with cautious eyes, but Jungkook kept on walking, not even bothering to glance back at them. He wasn’t sure where he ...
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