Summary:

Jimin wants to crush Jungkook's soul

I've decided I'm going to rebel a little." Namjoon tells Jungkook and Jin as they all sit together around their usual lunch table, huddled around Namjoon's brand new $1,300 chess set. His dad got it for him.

"Rebel? How so?" Jungkook questions, eyes scanning the board for his next move.

"Move here." Jin whispers into Jungkook's ear, pointing to an empty square.

"I'm going to start swearing." Namjoon tells his friends.

"What?" Both Jungkook and Jin's heads snap up simultaneously. Did they hear him right? Did he just say he's going to start swearing as in saying bad words?

"Namjoon, lets be rational." Jin puts his hand up to stop his friend. "Swearing isn't the route you want to go down, believe me. I went there before. I became an unpleasant person to be around. I even almost had sex once."

"I don't think that swearing has anything to do with you becoming an unpleasant person. You were originally like that. And as for the sex part, I seriously doubt that." Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Anyway, I said the f-word at my cousin's birthday party this past weekend, and it felt really liberating."

"You said the f-word? Wow, you're serious about this." Jungkook says in surprise.

"Wanna hear it?" Namjoon smiles sneakily.

"No!" Jin raises his voice.

"I'm gonna say it, Jin. I don't care what you say." Namjoon threatens. Jin then proceeds to cover his ears and yell 'la la la' very loudly. "Fuck!" Namjoon shouts.

Jungkook, feeling nervous just hearing the foul word, covers his mouth in shock. He actually said it. Not even just that. He yelled it. He yelled it and the whole cafeteria is now staring at him.

"Jin would never have the balls to say that." Namjoon chuckles, proud of himself.

"The correct term is testicles, and I do have them. I just refuse to stoop down to your level." Jin turns his nose up at his friend.

"You know, this is why you don't have any other friends besides us. If only your personality matched your face." Namjoon sighs, shaking his head.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jin scoffs.

"It means he's calling you handsome but thinks your personality is equivalent to a trash can." Jungkook interjects as he moves one of his pieces. "Checkmate."

"Aw, man." Namjoon frowns.

"My personality is beautiful, thank you very much." Jin pouts.

"Whatever you say." Namjoon shakes his head. He starts clearing the board and puts his new chess set back in its carrying case. "I'm going to class early."

"Alright. See you after school, right?" Jungkook asks.

"Yep. See you then." Namjoon gets up, waving to his friends as he exits the cafeteria.

"I should go too. I wanted to talk to Mr. Chae about rounding up my grade from a 99% to a perfect 100. Only perfect grades for a perfect man." Jin says, standing.

"See you later then." Jungkook waves.

"Bye, Jungkook. And don't forget to come to abstinence club every Thursday after school." Jin calls behind him.

"Yeah, yeah." Jungkook nods, barely listening at this point. He'll go to abstinence club when pigs fly. Sure, he's abstinent. Not by choice though.

"I guess I might as well head to class now too." Jungkook shrugs. There's no point in sitting at an empty lunch table by himself. So he zips his lunch bag up, stands, and starts heading out of the cafeteria and towards the hallway to his locker.

Jungkook looks down the hallway as he walks. Is that who he thinks he is? It is. It's Park Jimin.

Jungkook has heard a million and one rumors about Park Jimin. Apparently, he'll sleep with just about anyone, boy or girl. He doesn't discriminate. And he's a huge bully. If you even look at him wrong he'll attack you. He's pretty good at fighting too, and will only let you off the hook if you agree to sleep with him.

But rumors will be rumors. That's all just speculation at this point.

What Jungkook does know though, is that as Park Imin is approaching him for the first time, he feels extremely underwhelmed. This short, pouting child is supposed to be the intimidating and scary Park Jimin? Yeah right.

Clad in scandalous ripped jeans, a black shirt, and shoes that add about two inches to his height, Park Jimin struts down the hallway. His presence draw attention no matter where he goes. Followed by his two friends, Min Yoongi and Kim Taehyung, he seems almost untouchable.

"Who the hell are you? Move." Jimin spits at Jugkook, who's blocking his path. Jungkook looks around him.

"There's plenty of space to walk around me." He tells Jimin.

Jimin scoffs. Is this kid serious right now? "Don't you know who I am, you little punk?"

"Yeah. Park Jimin." Jungkook nods.

"So you do. Then act like it. Move."

"Actually, we're in Korea right now. We drive on the right side of the road, meaning we also walk on the right side of the path. I'm on the right side. You should be using my left—also known as your right. It makes sense." Jungkook explains without much emotion, shrugging.

Jimin just stares at Jungkook with a confused but irritated expression. "What's your name?"

"Jeon Jungkook." Jungkook replies.

"Well, Jeon Jungkook, I don't like you. You look like a coconut." Jimin decides. "Coconut Head. That seems like a more fitting title, don't you guys think?" Jimin laughs to his friends, who chuckle in response.

"You know, if that's your idea of an insult, you have a lot to learn." Jungkook adds in. Jimin glares daggers.

"And what would you know about insults?"

"I'd take in my situation and determine what my opponents insecurities might be."

"Alright, then why don't you demonstrate?" Jimin crosses his arms, not expecting much.

"Okay." Jungkook nods, looking Jimin over again. "Seeing as though your shoes add a few inches to your height, I'd say that's one of your insecurities. So I'd probably say something along the lines of, you're short so you don't intimidate me." Jungkook nods as he speaks, completely straight-faced.

Jimin, on the other hand, is red with anger. His fists are clenched and his friends swear they can see smoke coming from his ears. "You little—"Jimin tries lunging for Jungkook, but Yoongi and Taehyung each grab one of his arms to hold him back.

"H-Hey, it's not worth it, man." Yoongi tries to tell Jimin.

"You asked me to demonstrate. I don't understand why you're so upset." Jungkook shrugs.

"You don't understand why I'm—What is this fucking kid? Do you have a death wish?" Jimin growls.

"Of course not. That's idiotic."

"Did you just call me an idiot?" Jimin roars in anger. Taehyung swears he can see a fire in his friend's eyes.

"Are we done here? I have a class to get to." Jungkook sighs, checking his watch. Without waiting for a response, he walks off, leaving Jimin annoyed and seething with rage.

"Fucking let me go. I want to rip his head off!" He struggles in his two friends grasps.

"Stop! You've already almost been expelled this year and it's only November." Yoongi shouts. Jimin knows he's right, so he shrugs his friends off finally and readjusts himself as he watches Jungkook go to his locker and get his bag out.

"Fine. I won't kill him, but I will do something." Jimin smirks to himself a little. He's got an idea. "Yoongi. Open your man-purse."

"It's not a man-purse, okay? It's a satchel." He grunts, but opens his bag anyway. "What would you like? Spray paint or sharpies?"

"Mm... spray paint." Jimin says. Yoongi reaches in and pulls out a can of black spray paint, handing it to Jimin. "Alright, go stand guard. I don't need to get caught again." Jimin tells his friends, shaking the can.

"Okay." They both nod and walk off to opposite ends of the hallway. Jimin checks to make sure the coast is clear one more time before walking up to the locker he saw Coconut Head unlock.

"This is war, Coconut Head." Jimin smirks before spraying the whole locker solid black. That should do it. "Yoongi, Taehyung. Lets go." Jimin calls for his friends. They stroll casually towards class. Jimin feels a little more stress free, and is awaiting Jungkook's freak out later.

-

This is probably one of the most underwhelming things Jimin's ever watched in his life. Jungkook approaches his locker, stares at it for a few moments before unlocking it, getting his books out, and heading to his next class. Like really? Not even a gasp? Or even a shake of the head?

"He's not human." Jimin shakes his head, frustrated. "How in the hell didn't he react? It doesn't make sense! I literally spray painted his whole locker black!" Jimin cries out in anger.

"Maybe he's used to it. I know I'd probably be used to being bullied if I had hair like that." Taehyung shrugs, his pet squirrel running down and around his arms and torso.

"Can you put that fucking thing away? It freaks me out." Yoongi shoots his friend a disgusted expression.

"Gong Yoo isn't an indoor familiar, okay?" Taehyung rolls his eyes.

"Why did you decide to name your dumb squirrel after a famous actor again?" Yoongi sighs.

"Because he looks just like him. Don't you think?" Taehyung grins, holding his pet up.

"Will you two stop talking about that fucking squirrel?" Jimin growls. His friends turn towards him. "We need to figure out how I'm going to get back at him for insulting me, okay?"

"Is it really that serious though?" Yoongi asks, already exhausted and they haven't even started.

"Of course it is." Jimin glares. "We have to take him down. It's my goal to crush his soul."

"I think you're taking this a little far. I mean, all he did was tell you the truth. You're short, so wh—" Taehyung is shut up by Jimin swiping his feet out from under him. "Fuck!" Tae gasps for air on the floor. "Gong Yoo, save yourself."

"Get up. We're going to my dad's house." Jimin frowns, kicking Tae's butt as he passes by.

"And what're we gonna do there?" Yoongi asks, stepping over Taehyung as well.

"Leave me to die." Tae coughs overdramatically.

"Come on." Yoongi pulls his friend to his feet and they follow Jimin out of the school doors and towards is father's house even though they still have three periods left.

They walk in to find the place absolutely trashed as usual, but they walk right past the mess into Jimin's tiny bedroom without even checking to see if his dad was home.

"Alright, guys. Lets get down to business." Jimin cracks his knuckles as Yoongi and Tae lounge on his bed lazily.

"Business?" Taehyung questions.

"I told you, I want to crush Coconut Head's soul." Jimin smiles evilly to himself.

"He really hit you wear it hurts, didn't he? I've embraced my short stature." Yoongi shrugs.

"Yeah, just let it go." Taehyung rolls his eyes.

"Never. I'll get him back. This is war." Jimin decides. He'll think of something. He's so determined to get a reaction out of this kid. He will one way or another.

Summary:

Jimin is honestly a mess.

Notes:

Hi. Just wanna say I love u guys. Also I really hope that when if there's an interaction between Tae and Jimin's dad that is isn't confusing bc Taehyung-Taehyun are waaaay too similar. I will try to avoid interactions at all costs.

Chapter Text

Jimin walks into his dads house after walking his friends to the bus stop. "Dad?" He calls out with a scowl on his face.

"Huh?" A voice asks. "Jiminie? Is that you?"

"Dad?" Jimin walks further into the house, entering the dark bedroom. He flips the light switch on and is met by the sight of his sobbing father. "What the hell, Dad?" Jimin groans.

"Jiminie." His father sobs.

"Are you drunk again?" Jimin eyes the old cartons of Chinese food and empty liquor bottles littering his father's nightstand.

"I just had a little." His father slurs. "I was depressed."

"Depressed over what?"

"Over how much I missed you." His father sniffles. Jimin lets out a humorless laugh.

"You're a mess." He sighs. "Come on, lets just get you ready for bed." Jimin shakes his head, pulling his father into a laying position.

"Thank you. I'm sorry." His father apologizes.

"It's fine. Just go to bed, alright? I'll see you in the morning." Jimin says. He takes his father's hand in his for a moment before silently exiting the room, making sure to turn the light off before he goes.

He re-enters the living room and looks around. It's just as much of a mess in here as it is in his father's bedroom. Sighing, he gets to cleaning. He's pretty much used to this by now. This is what he comes home to every weekend. Emphasis on home.

A few years ago, Jimin and his family were happy. At least he tried to think they were. He could see all the signs, but when his parents got a divorce, it was devastating. He can remember it all like it was yesterday.

His father was caught cheating on his mother, but the problems ran deeper than that. The reason his father even did that in the first place was because of his mother. Jimin's mother had fallen out of love a long time ago, and was only staying with his father for her son's sake. So when she found out about the cheating, she wasn't as much sad as she was excited for an opportunity to get out of the marriage. Jimin's father had begged and pleaded, and explained that the only reason he cheated was because he wanted to feel loved again, but his mother wasn't having it. They divorced and their home was broken.

And now things are like this. Jimin's father lives in a shithole on the edge of town, living paycheck to paycheck while his mother's company has taken off. She's living the lavish life with her new boyfriend, Hyuk, who Jimin hates more than he can explain.

And, to be honest, even though his father was the one who cheated, he loves him more. Jimin can understand his father's reasoning, although he really shouldn't have done it. It just seemed like his mother wouldn't even try to work things out.

The day she signed those papers, Jimin lost a lot of respect for her. All she cares about is her boyfriend, her business, and her big ass house. Honestly, Jimin feels more at home in his dad's shack than he does at his mom's place.

And that's why, even as he's cleaning up stinky old noodles and empty liquor bottles, he's a little happier than he was yesterday. He gets to stay with his dad for the weekend, and that's all that matters.

After he's finished with that mess, he heads to his room. A feeling of relief washes over him as he closes his bedroom door to see all of the things he treasures the most decorating the walls and shelves in his tiny bedroom. This is home.

Peeling off his shirt and pants, he pulls on some clean pajamas and plops himself down onto his bed, pulling out his journal.

"What happened today?" Jimin asks himself in a sigh. "I met that weird kid. Jeon Jungkook." Jimin says to himself, jotting that down.

"The nerve of that kid..." Jimin shakes his head. He's not used to losing like that. He felt so frustrated, and that's why he's so adamant about getting a reaction out of him. Anger, humiliation, tears. Anything will suffice. He just doesn't want some coconut headed kid to think he can push him around like that.

Jimin wasn't always like this. He used to be a good kid, but you know what a divorce does to a person. He struggled with his identity after that. He struggled wondering who's side he should take. It was hard on him. That's why he turned to being a bully. He felt inferior, and wanted to feel powerful. It's as simple as that.

He's fully aware that people talk about him behind his back. He's heard the rumors. The ones about him sleeping around and blackmailing people for sex. None of that is true. Sure, he's slept with a few people, but hasn't everyone? He's just an easy target, because he gets upset at those types of things, giving people exactly what they want.

"That's enough for now." Jimin says to himself, putting his journal away. He lays down, turning off his lamp, and forces himself to go to sleep.

He thought that would help him escape from the shitty day he had, but he was very, very wrong.

That kid... Jimin thinks to himself. Jeon Jungkook is weird. He's weird and makes Jimin extremely angry. Why didn't he react? He barely batted an eye. That's must be complete bullshit... right?

"He can't really be that emotionless..." Jimin frowns. "Agh." He shakes his head. He needs to figure something out. Something he can do to that Jungkook kid to crush his soul.

But what?

Not able to come up with anything, Jimin falls asleep.

-

"Jimin. You're short." Jungkook tells Jimin.

"No I'm not. Leave me alone." Jimin whimpers.

"You're short, and you know what else? Nobody will ever love you." Jungkook laughs evilly.

"T-that's not true!" Jimin cries.

"And you know what else?"

"What?"

"I curse you with coconut hair forever!" Thunder cracks, and the darkness around them lights up. Jungkook grows and distorts into a monster, who's only purpose is to laugh at Jimin and his miserable life.

"You'll end up just like your father. A poor, forgotten drunk. You'll end up alone, just like him." Jungkook cackles.

Jimin can feel himself shaking with tears. It feels too real. It feels all too real...

Jimin jerks awake. He's trembling. He brings a hand up to his face. Is he crying?

"Fuck." Jimin whispers. He glances at his alarm clock as he wipes his wet eyes. It's six thirty. He has a feeling he won't be able to fall back asleep anytime soon, so he gets up, pulls on a hoodie and some jeans, and heads out.

Whenever Jimin has nightmares, he likes to take a walk. It helps to calm himself down. He's able to clear his mind without having people surrounding him.

"Since I'm alone..." Jimin looks around to see no sign of any people. He also enjoys singing from time to time, but he hates singing in front of people. So now his the perfect opportunity to let it all out.

Jimin begins singing, pouring his heart and soul into the lyrics. He can feel himself becoming a little less burdened now.

"You're a good singer." Jimin hears all of a sudden. His head snaps towards the voice, only to see Jeon Jungkook. Coconut Head.

"W-what are you doing here?" Jimin tries to glare, but he's just blushing embarrassedly.

"I come to this park every weekend when I wake up to get some fresh air." Jungkook shrugs.

"I didn't ask." Jimin crosses his arms and turns away slightly.

"Yes you did. You literally asked me what I was doing here."

"Whatever, Coconut Head." Jimin grumbles, turning away.

"Your singing voice... it's really good." Jungkook says again.

Jimin chuckles humorlessly. "How can you even say something like that with a straight face?" He rolls his eyes.

"Just because I seem emotionless doesn't mean I really am." Jungkook counteracts. "Besides, you don't really need to be subjective to realize if someone is a good singer or not." He shrugs again.

"Whatever. Don't spy on me."

"I wasn't. I was just walking around and heard someone singing, and it happened to be coming from the direction I was walking in. And here you are." Jungkook shoves his hands into his pockets. That gives Jimin an opportunity to look at Jungkook's attire.

He's wearing a pair of basic grey sweatpants and a white-and-blue-striped t-shirt. It's tucked into his sweatpants, of course, because why would he just wear his shirt normally? And his shoes—god, those shoes. They're straight out of 2006. Horrible in every way imaginable.

"Why do you dress so terribly? It's hurting my eyes." Jimin makes a disgusted face.

"What's wrong with my outfit? I think it's fine." Jungkook looks down at himself. He honestly doesn't seem bothered by how he looks.

"Coconut Head, your outfit is terrible. Accept it."

"Whatever you say." Jungkook shrugs. He doesn't say anything or go anywhere, he just kind of looks off into the distance. "The sun is coming up."

Jimin turns. He's right, the sun is coming up. "Yeah, and?"

"And I like sunrises." Jungkook shrugs.

"You're boring."

"Then why are you still here talking to me?" Jungkook looks Jimin in the eyes. Jimin can feel his face reddening, and he's not sure whether it's in embarrassment or anger.

"You're stupid."

"Am I though?"

"Yes."

"I think I'm pretty smart, actually."

"You're not." Jimin glares.

"That's your opinion. You're entitled to it." Jungkook nods.

"God, will you react? Please?" Jimin suddenly explodes.

"Aren't I reacting by replying?"

"No!" Jimin balls his fists. He suddenly thinks about what Jungkook has said the previous day.

"I'd take in my situation and determine what my opponents insecurities might be."

So Jimin takes his eyes over Jungkook. Maybe he should use his own strategies against him in order to evoke a reaction? That could potentially work, but what the hell would his insecurities be? He seems so... comfortable in his terrible clothes and shoes. And he doesn't react when Jimin talks about his haircut, so what? What can he possibly say to hurt him?

"Do you not have any weaknesses?" Jimin asks, exasperated. "You... seriously though. How can you be so comfortable like this? You're so boring. It's a wonder how your friends stay with you." Jimin shakes his head.

That's it. That's the weak point. Jimin thinks as he sees something change in Jungkook's eyes. He smirks a little.

"What is it? When I asked how your friends stay with you?" Jimin asks with an evil smile on his face. Jungkook just stares at him. "Are you scared they'll leave you or something?"

"Why are you doing this?" Jungkook asks suddenly.

Jackpot. Jimin thinks.

"So that is it. What? Afraid they'll realize just how uninteresting you are and leave you or something? It just might happen if you're not careful." Jimin chuckles, but once he sees Jungkook's brows knit, he kind of stops.

"I understand now." Jungkook nods. He meets Jimin's eyes. "I apologize for what I said about your height at school. I now understand why you became so upset over it." He says, spinning on his heel.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jimin calls after him, frowning.

"I need some alone time." Jungkook calls over his shoulder. Jimin watches him go. He should feel good right now, right? He won. So why does he feel like a shitty person for saying that? Is it maybe because he relates to it too?

"I shouldn't feel sorry for him." Jimin tells himself, looking towards the rising sun. "He's a nobody." He tries convincing himself. With that thought in mind, Jimin starts heading back home.

As he's about to turn into the driveway of his father's house, his phone rings. He looks at it and sighs before answering. "Mother..."

"Jimin, can you stop home today?" She asks her son.

"Why? You know this is my time with dad."

"I'm aware, but I need you to help Hyuk with something." She explains.

"Can't this wait until Monday?" Jimin sighs.

"No. You have school on Monday. You won't have any time to help me." His mother whines. Taking the phone away from his ear, Jimin takes a deep breath. He won't get angry, he won't get angry...

"Fine. I'll come over. I'll be there in ten minutes." Jimin says before abruptly hanging up. He turns and starts heading down the street towards his mother's house.

The walk is short and Jimin tries not to think about what will happen once he arrives there.

"You made it!" Jimin's mother smiles at her son, trying to pull him into a hug. He moves away from her though.

"What do you need my help with? After I'm done I'm going back home." Jimin says.

"What do you mean home? This is your home, and your father's shack is his home." His mother makes a disgusted face.

What a bitch. Jimin thinks. "Anyway, answer my question. What do you need me for?"

"Oh, come. Hyuk needs some help in the basement." Jimin follows his mother into the house and down into the enormous basement. He takes a look around at the familiar place.

"Jimin." Hyuk says Jimin's name loudly before walking over to him and slapping him on the back.

"Don't touch me." Jimin spits in disgust.

"Come on, don't be like this in front of your mother. It'll hurt her feelings." Hyuk frowns.

"She doesn't care about my feelings so why should I care about hers?" Jimin glares.

"Jimin, I can't believe you think that." His mother's brows furrow.

"Whatever. Just, what do you want?"

"We need to move this piece of equipment over there." Hyuk says, pointing to one of their many workout machines.

"Fine, whatever. Lets get it over with." Jimin shakes his head. So they do exactly that. They move the machine with ease, and Jimin's convinced Hyuk could've done it himself.

"Okay..." Jimin's mother speaks up. "If I'm going to be honest, that wasn't the real reason we called you over here." She smiles.

"Yeah, I could tell. So what is it?" Jimin asks, face and voice void of all emotion.

"Well, your mother and I have decided to take the next step in our relationship..." Hyuk begins with a smile. Jimin tenses up.

"We're getting married!" Jimin's mother exclaims. She grins at her son, waiting for him to congratulate them or something, but it doesn't come.

"Wow, way to fuck your life up a second time." Jimin shakes his head.

"Jimin!"

"Hey, don't you talk to your mother like that!" Hyuk yells at him.

"And who the fuck are you to talk to me like this? You're not my fucking father." Jimin argues.

"Don't talk to him this way, Jimin!" His mother sniffles.

"You're seriously taking this asshole's side? I'm your son. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Jimin questions.

"You should respect those older than you." His mother tells him.

"I can't fucking believe this..." Jimin is shocked, but he really shouldn't be. This isn't the first time his mother has sided with her boyfriend—now fiancé.

"And watch your language." Hyuk tries to tell Jimin, but Jimin isn't listening. He walks up the stairs and out the door without looking back.

He makes it to his father's house and storms inside, still angry. But then he notices his dad waddling our of his bedroom with a tired look on his face.

"You're awake." Jimin can feel his tension going away.

"Oh, hey." Park Taehyun smiles at his son. He walks over to him and pulls him into a hug. Jimin relaxes completely in his father's embrace. "What's wrong?"

Jimin swallows hard, tears threatening to escape his eyes. "Mom and Hyuk are engaged." Jimin whispers. Taehyun freezes for a moment before continuing to rub his son's back lovingly.

"If they're happy, that's all that matters." He shrugs.

Jimin shakes his head, tears falling. He pulls away from his father to look at him. "How can you say that? You still love her, don't you?"

"Of course I do, and when you love someone, all you want for them is happiness, even if that means you're not part of it." Taehyun shrugs. "That's just the way the world works sometimes, Jiminie."

"Dad..." Jimin sniffles before burying his face in his father's chest.

"It's okay." His father coos. "Hey, how about I go get us breakfa—"

"How about I make breakfast?" Jimin wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "What money do you have buy breakfast right now?" Jimin shakes his head.

"Well, I could scrape together a few dollars... probably..." Taehyun shrugs.

"Jesus, dad." Jimin can't help but laugh at the situation. "I'll make us something. You clean up in here. I did what I could last night, but it's still a little bit of a mess." Jimin says. Taehyun nods.

Jimin heads into the kitchen, leaving his father alone. The 40-year-old father sighs. His son is amazing. Even though he has a deadbeat dad, and a materialistic mother, he turned out incredible.

"I have to get better. For him." Taehyun whispers to himself. With that resolution in his mind, he begins cleaning.

Summary:

Jungkook is broken.

Notes:

Hahahah I'm soooo glad I decided to rewrite. I like this version a lot better\~

Chapter Text

Jungkook likes walking by himself. It's relaxing and he isn't pressured to make conversation, but sometimes he gets pulled into the abysses that are his own thoughts. He can't help but think about how he's become.

You see, Jungkook wasn't always like this. Emotionless. He's only become emotionally unavailable in the past few years, actually.

From the outside looking in, Jungkook's life is perfect. He has money, his parents are doctors, he's set for college and he's only a junior, the list goes on. But he's not happy. Or at least he wasn't.

Jungkook knows his parents love him. He wouldn't dare try and say they didn't, but they don't know how to parent. They'd try and give him things in replacement for attention and affection. Of course, from a young age he was aware that his parents were busy people and that they couldn't always be there for him when he wanted them, but action figures can only make a kid so happy.

It even got to a point where when their schedules have them some free time, they wouldn't even really think about spending time with their son. They take time for themselves. It's understandable, of course. And that's why Jungkook hasn't ever said anything.

And sure they have their daily routine of meeting after Jungkook gets off of school, but it's exactly that: a routine. When they ask him how his day was, he doesn't tell them all about it. He says, it was okay or good. Never anything more. When he helps his mother with dinner or watches golf with his father, there's never much conversation. That's kind of made Jungkook wonder just what he has in common with his parents.

The only reason why he likes the things he likes are because those are the things his parents enjoy. He doesn't really enjoy cooking, but he enjoys it because his mother does. He doesn't really like golfing, but he does it because that's what his father likes. When he does those things, he's able to spend more time with the people he loves he most.

There's only two things Jungkook loves on his own, and he's not even sure if his parents are aware of them: drawing and horticulture.

His grandmother helped him realize those things. She's pretty much the only person Jungkook had 100% opened up to. Unfortunately though, she lives too far away for him to be able to talk to her on a regular basis.

"Do you know why I take such good care of my garden?" Jungkook remembers his grandmother asking him one summer.

"Why?" He had asked.

"Well, because my plants are like humans. They need sunlight, water, and nutrients to survive, but most importantly, they need love. Sure, you can grow a flower without love, but it won't be as bright and beautiful as one that was loved. Just like humans."

That really stuck with Jungkook. He thinks about that often. He feels like he can relate to it. That's why he isn't a very remarkable person, because he wasn't given the love he needed to grow.

That's why Jimin's words stung.

"What is it? When I asked how your friends stay with you? Are you scared they'll leave you or something? So that is it. What? Afraid they'll realize just how uninteresting you are and leave you or something? It just might happen if you're not careful."

All Jungkook has are his friends. What will he do if they stop caring about him too?

Of course, Jungkook always has his older brother though. Junghyun loves Jungkook more than evens his parents do. His baby brother is very special to him.

Jungkook remembers growing up and constantly being compared to Junghyun.

"Junghyun gets great grades, why can't you?"

"Junghyun is so outgoing. Why won't you get out there and talk to people?"

"Why can't you be more like your brother? You come from the same parents but you're too different."

"Junghyun got the looks in the family."

"Junghyun got the brains in the family."

"Junghyun's better at this."

"Junghyun's better at that."

"Junghyun, Junghyun, Junghyun."

Jungkook loves his brother, but he also hates him. He hates him for being perfect. He hates him for his amazing school record, ability to make dozens of friends, and his good looks. He hates him for being the favorite of the family and receiving unconditional love from their parents at Jungkook's expense. Jungkook hates his brother, but he loves him.

Junghyun is one of the only people who will listen to Jungkook's problems. He always tells Jungkook not to compare them to each other—they're different people with different personalities, so they shouldn't be forced to be compared.

"You're my Jungkookie. You're not me, and I'm not you. People are made to be different, and I think you're perfect the way you are. Don't change." Junghyun had said once. That really stuck in Jungkook's mind. Even though his brother gets complimented on everything, he still stands up for Jungkook.

Ring, ring. Speak of the devil. Jungkook glances at his phone to see an incoming call from his brother.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Jungkookie! How are you?" Junghyun asks his younger brother.

"I'm fine. Why'd you call?"

"I just wanted to talk to you. I'm coming home pretty soon for break. Aren't you excited?"

"I guess." Jungkook shrugs even though his brother can't see.

"What's wrong?" Junghyun can sense that Jungkook isn't well right now. "What happened?"

"Just..." Jungkook swallows hard. "You'd never leave me, right?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I wouldn't. Why? Did something happen?"

"No." Jungkook shakes his head. "I was just thinking about some stuff."

"Don't think like that, Kookie. I told you before, I love you and you're special to me."

"I love you too."

"What are mom and dad up to?"

"They're downstairs eating breakfast."

"By themselves?"

"Yeah."

"Why? Go downstairs and join them." Junghyun is becoming noticably agitated. He's fully aware of how much his parents neglect Jungkook. He hates it, and wish they would at least try to spend more time with him.

"I don't want to disturb them." Jungkook sighs. "They seemed happy by themselves..."

"Jungkook."

"What?"

"Do I need to come home early?" Junghyun questions.

"No, no... there's no need for that. You're at college. You have finals coming up. I don't want to hold you back." Jungkook explains.

"You wouldn't be holding me back. Mom and dad need to stop acting like this. It's not right."

"It's nothing. I shouldn't have said anything." Jungkook sighs.

"No, I'm glad you did. You shouldn't choose favorites with your own children." Junghyun asserts. It's silent between the two brothers for a moment because Jungkook knows his brother is right. "You're my Jungkookie, okay?"

"Okay. I know." Jungkook nods.

"Don't forget that. I love you more than anything."

"I know you do."

"Promise me you won't keep to yourself, Jungkook. Mom and dad won't say anything to you if you don't say something first." Junghyun tells his brother.

"I promise."

"Good. Now, call me later. Tell me about your day and what you did with mom and dad, got it?"

"Got it."

"Bye."

"Bye, Junghyun." Jungkook pulls his phone away from his ear and hangs up. He then lets out his millionth sigh. He doesn't feel like interacting with his parents right now. He wants to get out again, so he texts his friends.

[7:45AM]

To: Group Chat

Hey, do you guys want to meet up?

[7:45AM]

From: Group Chat - Namjoon

Sure. When & where?

[7:45AM]

From: Group Chat - Jin

Lets go out to breakfast\~

[7:46AM]

From: Group Chat - Namjoon

Good idea. What do you think, Jungkook?

[7:46AM]

To: Group Chat

Sounds good. Lets meet at the usual place

[7:46AM]

From: Group Chat - Jin

Alright, see you there 8)

[7:46AM]

From: Group Chat - Namjoon

Please don't use emoticons

[7:46AM]

From: Group Chat - Jin

8) :) ;) :P :D

[7:47AM]

From: Group Chat - Namjoon

Disgusting. I'm not paying for your meal.

[7:47AM]

From: Group Chat - Jin

Good. I didn't want you to anyways, peasant.

[7:47AM]

From: Group Chat - Namjoon

This is why you don't have any other friends

While his friends argue over text, Jungkook is on his way to their usual restaurant. He makes it there in less than twenty minutes, going in and reserving a table for him and his friends.

After another five minutes, both Jin and Namjoon finally arrive. "Sorry we're late. Jin didn't like my outfit and tried to get me to change." Namjoon rolls his eyes, sitting.

Jungkook looks him up and down. Namjoon is clad in a red cut-off shirt, khaki high waters, and probably the worst shoes Jungkook's ever seen in his life. They kind of look like plastic clogs. "I can see why."

"See? Even Jungkook understands how horrible your fashion is." Jin tells his friend.

"Um, it's called haute couture, okay? You wouldn't understand." Namjoon crosses his arms over his chest.

"You wanna know what haute couture means?" Jin leans forward in his seat.

"What?"

"It means don't wear this in public because it's dumb and used for photography purposes only." Jin smiles, earning a scowl from Namjoon.

"Look, Jin, I don't expect you to know anything about fashion."

"Give me a break." Jin groans. He glances over at Jungkook. "You're quiet."

"Am I?" Jungkook scans his menu.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." Jungkook shrugs. "I went on a walk earlier."

"How'd it go?" Jin questions.

"Fine. I ran into Park Jimin again. He was singing. He's really good."

Jin scoffs. "Him? A good singer? I doubt it." He rolls his eyes.

"He is, really." Jungkook nods.

"I'm with Jin on this one. That seems a little far fetched. Maybe he was just playing music out loud." Namjoon shrugs. "Anyway, he didn't punch you or anything, did he?"

"No. He didn't do much of anything, actually."

"Really? I was sure he would've tried to fight you by now. Or sleep with you, but since you're an honorary member of the abstinence club, that won't be happening." Jin smiles, squeezing Jungkook's shoulder.

"I'm not a member of your club." Jungkook shakes his head.

"That's why I said honorary. You're not an official member on paper, but you're an official member in my heart." Jin grins.

"I'll never join abstinence club, Jin." Jungkook makes clear.

"And why not? It's not like you're having sex anyway." Jin pouts. "We need more members. They're threatening to stop the club because there are less than six people."

"That's not my problem." Jungkook shrugs.

"Why are you so incapable of feeling? You suck." Jin glares at Jungkook. He turns away from his friend. "I swear, why do I even waste my time being friends with you?"

Ouch. Jungkook is fully aware that Jin's all talk and no action, but that still hurts. Even though he's always like this when he gets upset, the fact that he even questions their friendship...

Usually something like this wouldn't even bother Jungkook, but after his interaction with Jimin, his friends leaving him is all he can think about.

"Afraid they'll realize just how uninteresting you are and leave you or something? It just might happen if you're not careful." Jungkook recalls Jimin's words for the second time today. Maybe Jimin has a point. Maybe he should learn how to feel...