If there was a true moment that Taehyung fell so in love with Jungkook, he could never turn back, it was that night. When he shivered and walked and told him he was warm, and told him he loved him so much. He was fierce, to be sure, but he had a warm heart, after all. As he walked home that night, he was shaking from the largeness of it. I didn’t know why he seemed so sad and happy at the same time. To love someone was not what he had expected. It was like falling from somewhere high up and breaking in half, and only one person having the secret to the puzzle of putting his  life back together.

 

 

— "I've heard there's a new boy in town, and he'll be attending our school. He seems pretty rich. I saw their mansion yesterday and I was like woah-"

 

"Eh, he'll be such a mess. A spoiled brat to be exact."

 

" I don't think so. We shouldn't judge him just because his family is rich" 

 

"Typical Jungkook. You're too sweet to everyone".

 

A soft chuckle escaped the lips of Jungkook as the teacher walked into the classroom. He glanced a little at the door trying to catch a glimpse of the new boy, but there was no one. The class seemed to be going as usual with no signs of the "new boy" in the class or even in the whole school. To say Jungkook was not internally dying to the meet the boy would be a big fat lie, but so would be saying that he didn't have any friends; and was desperate for having the new boy as his best friend, at least. Fortunately, or may be not so fortunately, the entire school had decided to be friends with Jungkook, and quite honestly as long as Jungkook was getting his calculus homework done and getting free packs of banana milk, hey he wasn't complaining. But yet again was Jungkook curious to know this guy. Would that boy really be that rich? Is he handsome? What does he look like? 

 

A groggy cough disturbed the thoughts of Jungkook, who glanced up to find the teacher glaring at him with his blood-shot eyes. Jeez, either Mr.Yang had milked cows for the past two weeks or he really had to get some sleep. In either case, Jungkook was ed.  

 

"Mr. Jeon, would you like to share with us what's on your mind?".
Jungkook could physically feel the cringe of having twenty nine pairs of eyes on him, thirty including Mr.Yang's eye of sauron. He looked around here and there, trying to avoid the question when his eyes fixated on a figure standing near the door.

'Um, I guess there's someone on the door-?'. Jungkook stuttered, mentally face-palming himself for sounding like a weasel. There was obviously someone at the door.

Mr. Yang glanced towards the door, and Jungkook could swear there was a boy standing there few seconds go, but where did he disappear?

"Is this some kind of joke, Mr.Jeon-?"

"No, Sir. I swear to God there was someone there."

"Are you implying that I'm blind, young man?"

"Ye- I mean no, just look, I can swear on my life there was someone standing right next to the door".

"Jeon Jungkook, detention.", smiled Mr.Yang,his eyes glowing of finally getting the chance to torment his students for God knows whatever the had kept him awake for so many days.
"But-"

"Excuse me, may I come in?", an unknown voice echoed in the room. Jungkook whipped his head towards the door; a bit too quick for his mind to adjust to the person that was standing next to the entrance.

"Ah yes, you must be Taehyung, please come in".

 

As the boy walked inside the classroom; the place was suddenly filled with squeaks from girls and some ohmygodhe'ssohot chants. Honestly, calling him 'hot' would be an understatement. He was living perfection to be exact. But innocence seemed to cover his face. Even though he looked quite charming, he also reflected a petite nature. Like a fragile thing. Jungkook tried his best not to drop his jaw. He definitely didn't seem spoiled. Told ya, we shouldn't be judging. 
 

The teacher pointed Taehyung to sit across Oh Sehun. That lucky bastard.
Sehun wasn't the best student to sit with on your first day. He was indeed the most rudest guy in their class. Girls? Girls were merely toys to him and guys- well let's just say everyone except for Jungkook had been ed by Sehun. A true biual hero indeed. If Taehyung was lucky enough like him, he would probably be saving his ity, but jesus take the wheel. There was no ing way that Taehyung was a — not with that face.

"Mr. Jeon, as for you. Detention".
"But Mr Yang-"
"DETENTION".

 

Shutting the door after him, Jungkook couldn't help but to think about the new student. Taengoo? Taehyu? What was his name again-? . He had never been that curious about someone, well except for Jimin. But that's another thing. Taehyu's hair was orange and beautiful, was it even ing allowed here to have dyed hair? Or gosh don't tell me; he's a natural ginger. He's tall, and a bit bulky but wait- did he have one mono and one double lid eye? The time clicked away as the class soon ended, nothing alike Jungkook's thoughts who was clearly day dreaming about 'Taehyu' at this point. Mr. Yang's awful cough distracted him yet again, as he signaled for the boy to pick his stuff from the class. Jungkook was busy packing the mess on his table when he noticed a figure standing in front of him. 

 

"Oh hello?"
 

"Hey, um- are you J-Jeon Jungkook?"
 

"Yes, I am"

 

"Ah. Great. The teacher told me to ask you to give me a round of school. Will you be able to?"

 

"Sure, I guess?"
 

"Thanks"
 

Okay hold up. What the .

First, Mr.Yang had decided to volunteer Jungkook for giving the newbie a tour of school, despite just giving him detention a while ago, and now Jungkook had to spend the next 15 minutes with Taehyu. Hallelujah.

The boys walked in several hallways, with Taehyu taking mental notes of the classrooms, and Jungkook being a bit too enthusiastic had already told him every 'interesting story' that took place at the very scene.

"So, I've heard you're from a rich family.", Jungkook questioned— as the two guys entered in the cafeteria.

 

"Oh yes, unfortunately".

 

"Unfortunate? Why? I think it's a pleasure being rich".
 

"It isn't. I suppose you ain't that rich, are you?" mocked the newbie .
 

"Uh, not as much as you are".
Jungkook could feel a change in Taehyung's tone. Also, why was he smirking at him. He isn't a devil's spawn, is he?.
 

"Well, don't worry. Status isn't that important to me. Besides, you'd rather want to be a beggar than to live a life of luxury, that also in my house."
 

"I doubt that"
 

The ginger boy raised his eyebrow a little, giving Jungkook a so-you-doubt-eh look. "Why don't you come over to my place and live with me?"

 

"What?"
 

"You're scared?"
 

"Okay first, no. Second, I don't even know your name."
 

The boy laughed slightly, taking out his notebook as he scribbled something on a paper. He handed the paper to the latter, giving him a slight peck on his cheek. What the actual heck?

As Taehyu walked by, waving him occasionally a good bye, Jungkook was stunned— or much better dumbfounded. What had just happened? So this guy was a rich, spoiled brat and it was safe to assume now; he was a bit weird too. His lips were soft against Jungkook's cheeks, guaranteed but this was a big no.
Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, as he looked at the paper given to him.

 

Kim Taehyung. Kim Mansion. Seoul,Korea.

143-722-987

Don't forget to call me,Kookie ah~ 

 

 

 —  

Jungkook walked into his room, carelessly throwing his backpack on the ground. Jesus. It had been such a rough day for him. First, he couldn't concentrate on his studies because of Taehyung, then he couldn't stop day dreaming about weird stuff, the new boy had kissed him for no reason and now Hyosung noona. Ugh. Why did she always had to be this rude to him? He didn't ask her to take care of him, it was her own wish. Then why was she so  annoyed? My life's a mess.  
 

The door swung open as a quite mature lady stepped in, screaming incoherent words at the boy. 
 

"How can you even say this to me Jungkook? you, it's my life. I'm so done with your . Get out of my house. Now. Don't you even dare come back."; the lady opened the closet, throwing Jungkook's clothes on the ground. 
 

"It's not like I wanted to be here in the first place."
 

"What did you say? Eh? I did you a favor, kid. You were roaming helpless on the street"
 

"Whatever"
 

" you, Jungkook.Get out. Now."
 

 

—
 

"Go upstairs, and then turn right. You'll see a room. That's it."
 

"Oh, thankyou noona." Jungkook bowed to the maid who was flashing a huge smile at him. He slowly walked upstairs, dragging his suitcase on the stairs. Following the maid's instructions, he found the room, only stopping when he heard a soft moan. He sneaked a little through the window to find a young lady laid over Taehyung. Taehyung. Omg. TAEHYUNG.
 

He quickly looked away, covering his ears as he heard the soft moans getting louder and louder. Within a minute or two, the moans vanished, making Jungkook assume that the girl had reached her . The door knob twisted a bit, and Jungkook stood a little aside from the door. The door flung open revealing a cute, young lady. 
 

"Oh, uh. May I help you?"
 

"No, I mean yes, I'm Jeon Jung Jungkook, Taehyung's friend."
 

"So it's you. Come on in."; she smiled softly allowing the male to relax a bit.  "By the way, I'm Kim Taeyeon. Taehyung's sister. If you guys need anything, just don't call me.", she laughed a little heading for the stairs. 


"YOU ED YOUR OWN SISTER?" 
 

Taehyung gasped, looking at the younger boy. "Oh, Jungkook. You're here"
 

"Answer me, you idiot. You ert. You-" 
 

"She's my step sister, relax. "
 

"God, Taehyung. You're crazy."
 

Tae's let out a soft chuckle as the older boy pulled Jungkook to himself. "I didn't think you'll come so early".
 

"Noona kicked me out"

"Noona?"

"Hyosung noona". 
 

As Jungkook was about to explain further, the boy was shushed by the latter.

"Hush. Don't be so impatient. Let's have some coffee, shall we?. I'm sure we have all day to discuss this noona of yours.
" 

Jungkook nodded his head slightly, sitting down onto the bed. 

 

— 
 

"Noona was always there for me, you know. My parents passed away when I was nine. I didn't have a home nor any relatives. I was all alone. Though noona isn't the type to be that kind. I don't know why she adopted me.", Jungkook sighed lightly, looking down at the carpeted floor.
 

"There must be a reason.", Taehyung exclaimed.
 

"What about you? You didn't tell me anything about yourself." Jungkook sipped on the coffee, glancing at the lavish antiques in front of him. "You didn't even tell me you had a sister. How many siblings are you, by the way?" 
 

"Eight. The girls are half siblings while the boys are my real brothers."
 

"You're only saying this, so you can them, right?". 
 

Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle at his cuteness. "No, it's a long story." 
 

"I've got time."
 

"Ah, if that's so"; Taehyung leaned slightly on his bed and looked at Jungkook, giving him a soft smile.

"My father was always fond of having daughters. He always used to play with the girls in our family and always liked the females over males. Surprising, right?.
When Jaejoong was born, he was broken. He was expecting a girl, after all. In the mean time, dad hooked up with this other woman and somehow that got pregnant too. Taeyeon is the result." 
 

Jungkook's eyes grew bigger as the latter continued to speak.

" When mom came to know, she wanted a divorce. Sadly, they couldn't get apart because mom was yet again expecting a baby. So was the . The results? Namjoon and Hyoyeon. Two years later, mom gave birth to Jonghyun, while dad adopted Yura and Hyeri. That old man died leaving us behind with four girls and three guys."
 

Jungkook frowned a bit, leaning forward to Taehyung. "So what about you?" 
 

"Me? Oh well, I don't know. Mom says I'm adopted while Namjoon hyung says I'm some Woobin's child." 

"That's even more messed up than my life."
Jungkook did actually feel sorry for Taehyung. Of course, he was adopted too but at least he knew his parents. How they looked, how they smiled, how they laughed. Everything. But Taehyung. He didn't even know if he was the real child or not. He was living a made up life. Life he couldn't control or run away from. This kind of life, for Jungkook atleast, .
 

"You can live here as long as you want,Kookie ah~" Taehyung grinned showing off his perfectly straight teeth.

"Thank you so much. How can I ever re pay you?" 
 

Taehyung hummed a bit, looking up; acting as if he was deeply thinking something. He bent forward to face Jungkook, softly whispering into the boy's ears.

 

 

"Be my buddy."

 

—

Age 12 ; Jungkook's Diary Entry 01

I was only nine when I lost my parents. They said it was a car accident, but I know it wasn't true. Somebody killed them. But who would believe a nine year old kid? They'll probably think I'm insane.

Jessica noona said I had to leave my home; the only place wear I felt secure. They'll take me to some boarding school; probably the ones for orphans. Kris hyung said the same. I guess it's true then. Maybe I am going to a boarding school after all.
Everyone did bid me a farewell. I saw Minah noona and Sojin noona. Oh- and Minho hyung was there too. I felt sad; but not too much. I'll miss my bed. That's it. Maybe I can ask them to bring my bed to school and we can replace it?. God knows. 

 

— 

Age 14; Jungkook's Diary Entry 02
 

"Hey. I'm Jimin. And you are?"
 

"Not interested."
 

"Ahan. That's a unique name. Do you know I'm your roommate?"
 

"Yes."
 

He's an obnoxious kid, I tell you. I call him dooly.
 

—

Age 15; Jungkook's Diary Entry 03
 

A sweet noona came today and I guess she'll adopt me. What was her name again? Oh yea Hyosung. She's so beautiful. Sadly, she's 25 and I'm only 15. I wish I could date her though. I mean, she's just perfect. 

She gave me this huge teddy bear. It's so squishy. Like my childhood friend; Kyungsoo.I really miss Kyungsoo.
I think I'll ask Hyosung noona to drop me off his house someday. I can also meet Jongin then. It'll be fun. 

 

 

"JEON JUNGKOOK."
 

" N-no noona. Go away"
 

"Please, just once."
 

"That's stupid. I won't do it"
 

"I order you, Jungkook."
 

"No."
 

"JUNGKOOK"
 

" Noona, I thought you're a nice person. But you're just as sick as the rest of them."
 

"You're 16, c'mon, don't you have needs too, needs like me?"
 

"I'm leaving".

Age 16; Jungkook's Diary Entry 04

Jimin. Park Jimin. Save me.
 

 

"It's okay, Jungkook. Calm down." ; he softly rubbed my back as I cried my eyes out; making my grip tighter on his shirt.
Even though he always seemed weird or lunatic, he was always there for me. Always. 
 

"Just hush. Everything's alright"; I felt his lips connected to mines. 
 

"Jimin..."
 

"Jungkook" 
 

"I- I need to say something."
 

"Say it."
 

"I love you."

 

Age 16