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“Jungkookie morning good?! Checking love letter on your shoe locker?” Jungkook’s back tingles. It is funny how his older friends always run after landing blows on him in a daily basis. It is just a pat on the back and Jungkook’s inner circle doesn’t consist of delinquents but somehow his friends deserve punches more than they deserve light touches. Jungkook hurriedly puts on his indoor shoes, closes his locker and runs through his high school's corridor towards the panicky older male. He loves getting his hyungs to panic.
“Good morning to you too Taehyungie-hyung!” despite his verbal attempt to be polite to his hyung, the ‘pats’ he just landed on Taehyung’s back is at least three times stronger than the one he got earlier. The older boy with straight chocolate hair curses because Jungkook’s arm power is no joke. He is sure it will leave mark.
Soon after, a boy slightly shorter than Taehyung jumps into the conversation, throwing both of his arms to scoop both boys into a flower boy burrito. Taehyung and Jimin are his seniors by one year but Jungkook strangely feels more comfortable hanging out with them than the rest of his sophomore mates. Maybe it is due to the fact that they have been friends since they were toddlers.
His friends say that he is too arrogant to befriend people his own age. Jungkook can say that they are wrong because technically, he is supposed to still be a junior. He skipped one year in his elementary school due to his extraordinary grades. So the sophomores are still his seniors, but Jungkook is not picky to choose friends. He will befriend anyone who wants to be friends with him. The problem is that his good look, good brain, and basically all of his above average qualities do not help him in being the most humble person ever.
“So, do you have love letter on you locker Kookie?” Jimin sneers. Both he and Taehyung love to tease the younger boy about his love life because honestly, the boy is gorgeous as hell but he has been single since the day he was born! And also because it’s hilarious to see his reaction. Jimin is sure that the boy is in a mother marry level virgin. He even doubts Jungkook had held a girl’s hand before.
“I said stop it with the whole love letter bullshit! Nobody write letters anymore! Have you ever heard about facebook? E-mail? Messanger? Or maybe a smartphone for that matters?” Jungkook pushes both boys away, bumping into several other innocent students who pass at the wrong time.
“I do get love letters!” Taehyung shouts.
“Yes because you are the only one strange enough to reject technology!” For the record, Taehyung refuses to use smart phone and internet for communication. It is a good thing that Jimin lives next door so if Jungkook needs anything he can call Jimin and Jimin is a slave for Jungkook’s puppy eyes.
“Oh, shiiiiiit, it is Amber from A class! Say TaeTae, do I look good? Do I look cool? I ironed my shirt this morning it looks good right?” Jimin swipes his orange bangs back revealing a prickly forehead and sharp, dangerous eyes (which is more like cotton candy eyes for Taehyung).
“No, no, no, and no. Do I miss another no Jungkook?” Taehyung turns his head to Jungkook with a blank expression. It is funny how every time the short haired girl appears in front of them, Jimin starts to perform a redundant appearance check but ends up saying nothing because he is too busy with himself. While Jimin turns his back to double check whether his shirt is buttoned properly or not, Taehyung had thrown gibberish Chinese and send a playful goodbye to the transfer student.
“Hyung, you are beyond pathetic.”
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If anything can be Jeon Jungkook’s weakness, it is English. He stares at a sheet of paper on his hand. Other than his rounded handwriting and black printed problems, an insolent 37 in red will be forever in his score record. He walks loosely on the side of his neighborhood complex road. It’s almost dark but ironically the red mark shines so bright on Jungkook’s paper.
“Jungkook? You’re Jungkook right?!” Jungkook turns his head back only to find a man in a flashy hair color and black leather jacket approaching him. He frowns and tries his best to remember where did he met such a flashy person. “Holly shit man, you’ve grown!!” the man adds.
Jungkook snaps when the realization hit him that the blonde man previously had a raven black hair around 4 or 5 years ago? He can’t accurately recall.
“Ah, Namjoon-hyung! It’s been a long time! What are you doing here?” they clap their hands together and give each other shoulder bumps now that Jungkook is tall enough (not as much as Namjoon thou, the boy still has to grow more).
“I’m in my way to your house, that’s why!”
“Huh? What are you doing in my house?”
“Huh? What I’m doing?” Namjoon seems hesitate to answer the boy’s question. He throws his gaze to the road and points his index finger to a certain direction. “I need to meet someone. Ah, we’re almost there. How are Uncle and Auntie?” Namjoon may be one of the most intelligent people Jungkook has ever met but boy he sucks in lying.
“They’re good as usual. What is wrong with you hyung?” Jungkook says as he unties his shoe lace and places them on the shoe cabinet followed by the uneasy Namjoon. Jungkook observes an unknown pair of shoes beside his own. It is too big to be his father’s and is certainly not his. A guest? Maybe someone Namjoon agreed to meet? But in his house? That is strange.
Both boys invite themselves in without bothering to knock since Jungkook holds the key to his own house. He carelessly shouts “Mom, Dad, I’m home.” And pulls his uniform tie loose on his neck, letting his top three buttons off. For a boy his age, Jungkook really does have a well toned chest so he is rather proud to show it.
Jungkook is expecting his mother to greet him like she usually is, but the footsteps coming from the living room is too heavy to be his mother’s yet too light for his father’s. Before he is able to even think of who is coming to greet him or who this guest is, a smiling face greets him. Broad shoulder peeks through the sleeveless shirt and long legs are coming out from a comfortable basketball short. Overall the man in front of him looks too damn comfortable for a guest but Jungkook’s smile can’t get any wider.
“Wellcome home, Jungkookie.” A melodious serenade Jungkook has grown attach to since he was in elementary school greets him after 3 years of a complete absence. The boy immediately throws his bags away and launches himself to the man. Of course, why would Namjoon-hyung needs to go to his place if it’s not because of his best friend?!
“Jin-hyung! You’re back!!”
~Continued