....Who Am I? Who do I want to be? What am I trying to achieve? Why is this hard to have a goal, to find a dream when all you have to do is think of one and fulfill it. 

"Don't come back home unless you become something, Jungkook." Those harsh words He thought he'd never hear is now imprinted in his mind. He has nothing except a pair of old timberland shoes, a white t-shirt and  ripped jeans on his body as He walked out of his house for the last time.

To be honest, I don't want to come back. Still, I'll prove it to you I'll be something. Dad. Jungkook finished his thought and headed to Seoul to live his independent life. 

The 18 years old smol kid with a few dollars in his hands walked his way toward the bus station hoping to catch one to Seoul before the dawn. 

"It's cold out here, why are you in only a t-shirt, kid?" A shorter one asked worrily. 

Jungkook looked toward to his left side to see who is the person calling him 'Kid'. For the first time in his life, he felt his heart skipping the beats. It was beating loud and fast against his chest at the look of a handsome, charming man who isn't much older than him. 

"I am good, thank you." Jungkook coughed and tried to shake off the sudden heartthrobs he's been dealing with by looking away. 

"I am Park Jimin. I live in Busan which is where we are standing right now. I am going to Seoul alone, so I thought making friends on the way there would be nice and helpful. Sorry if that bothers you." Jimin felt bad for being bothersome since they are strangers.

"I m going there too. Alone also." Jungkook faked a smile as he remembered how he got here. Unsure of the future. 

"Wow, that's cool. We're heading the same direction then. Want to be my friend?" Jimin asked sincerely. "You are handsome friend" adding that so there'd be less chance of him failing the offer. 

"Mhm k." Jungkook nodded shyly. 

I never had a friend in my entire life. This is the first time someone asked to be my friend. Someone called me handsome. And this someone made my heart skip a beat. Or more. I want to be his friend. I'll become something. Jungkook quit his thought as Jimin put hands around his shoulders and asked,

"So new friend, what's your name? How old are you? Why are you going to Seoul?" Jimin's face was few inches away from Jungkook that made him gulped and stepped away. 

"Jungkook..." He paused a second holding his breath as he felt Jimin's fingers were rubbing his head softly. "I am 18 and I am leaving Busan to Seoul to pursue my dream." In which I'm yet to have one. Jungkook got deep in his thought at the word 'dream' as he answered.  

"18? Great I am older than you by 2 years! You can call me Hyung! I'll treat you like a younger brother I have at home who's same age as you. Jungkook is a manly name! i like that already." Jimin excitedly told Jungkook who's still mesmerizing at the way Jimin cutely talked. 

"Cool, hyung. But you don't have to treat me like your bro. Treat me as a friend." Because I never had one. Jungkook confessed to himself, again. 

"Don't worry. As a hyung, I won't let you get cold or starved. I have an extra sweater with me you can use. Also some snacks I packed on the way here." Jimin offered earnestly seeing Jungkook has nothing with him.  Poor baby. Jimin thought. 

Jungkook nodded happily taking everything Jimin offered with a bright smile. 

"So..this is what a friendship feels like" Jungkook whispered to himself as he took a bite on the crispy lay chip Jimin handed to him. 

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