Jungkook’s POV:   I went home that day with a bright smile on my face. I don’t know why though. Sighing, I went to the couch and flopped down on it like I didn’t sleep for days.   I pulled out my phone from my pocket, and realised there were tons of messages from the hyungs.     From: Taehyung-hyung   Yah where the hell are you? You were absent the whole day man. Did  the aliens catch you or something?       From: Jin Eomma   Jeon Jungkook get your lazy here at Yoongi’s house NOW.       From: The “Hope”   EYYY JUNGKOOK WASSUPPPPP~~~ Where are you? Everyone’s waiting for you the whole day.       From: Wreck Monster hyung   Jungkook, you sick? Or you overslept again? Or were you busy screwing someone up? ;)     The first thing came into my mind was Jimin. . I cringed at myself.     From: Yoongi-hyung   Yah. Come here now.       “Ohhh !” 16 missed calls. Dammit! I ran all the way to Yoongi-hyung’s house.   I knocked three times hurriedly. And immediately the door opened and I faced an angry looking Yoongi-hyung. I gulped.   “S-sorry hyu-“   “Just hurry up and get inside.” I bowed and hurried upstairs to meet the hyungs.       —       I yawned and stretched my back. We spent the last few hours deciding on what song we should make and stuff. And we weren’t finished.   “Alright let’s wrap up for today.” Namjoon-hyung declared. Everyone let out exaggerated sighs of relief and we cleared out of the house. I stood at the door waiting for Tae-hyung to pack his stuff and follow me.   “So…care to share why you weren’t here in school and why you were late?”   “I…”   “Was it that hybrid again?” I nodded hesitantly. He laughed like a maniac and patted my head.   “Damn one day I must take a look at the person who changed the heartless Jungkook to a caring and shy one.” And that day, Tae-hyung got back home with a bruise on his shin and a red mark on his shoulder.   And I went back home with a smirk on my face.   But seriously, what did that hybrid do that made me so different? Nah I’m not different. It’s just pitying. Right.     —     Being in your room all alone with nothing to do but having a deep weight in your chest is suffocating. I stood up for the nth time and got myself a glass of water.   Time seemed to pass slowly, and I started humming songs in my brain.   And I started staring out of the window at people who roamed on the streets, slowly falling into light slumber.     —   “Pitter pat