someone pls cuddle me isso cold here 🥶

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"You are failing in my subject, Mr.Jeon, look at your progress report of previous two months. I hope you have some reason behind for this awful performance. It also has came to my attention that you'd missed my three lectures of this week-"

The teacher was literally ranting about his poor grades and what not. It felt like he commited a crime by not coming to school for three days 'cause he already got a long lecture from his principal.

Jungkook wasn't listening to his teacher. He was just sitting on the seat of his teacher's cabin.

Mrs.Han, the most annoying history teacher of his school life. She just talk too much, explain too much and just too much which is why Jungkook hates her. Jungkook never liked anyone who likes to tell him what to do or what not.

"-school even sent a mail to your father. I hope you're listening to my words and would also like to work on yourself. If you're still facing some problems in my subject, please contact me."

Jungkook paused tapping his foot on the floor. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. He pursed his lips into straight line before he speaks.

"Mrs.Han, actually I want to use the washroom so can I leave now?"

Mrs.Han sighed softly before nodding, gesturing Jungkook to leave the cabin.

"Thank you." Jungkook whispered, standing up from the same chair where he'd been sitting on for long minutes. He slides off the glass door, getting out of the sample size hell.

Jungkook let out a 'phew'. He walked through the corridors, earning some stares from some students as he makes his appearance in school after few days.

Yellow shirt, ripped denim jeans with a belt, black hair moved along with the soft air and movement of walking.

Jungkook squeaked in surprise when someone grabbed him by his waist when he walked into the locker room.

"Bad day, Jeon?"

Jungkook pushed away Jackson from him, turning to his locker.

"Bad life, Wang." Jungkook grumbled, taking out his backpack before slamming the door of locker.

Jungkook heard a soft thud as Jackson leaned over the locker near him. His mind was wondering about how he's going to home because he didn't have his car now.

"Don't touch my hair, Wang!" Jungkook snapped when Jackson tried to reach for his hair. He himself tucked away the strand of hair from his eyesight.

Jackson chuckles. "Oh, come on Jeon. Don't be grumby today and let's go to hang out." His arm encircled around Jungkook's waist who was rummaging through his backpack.

"What's special today?"

Both the Js turned their head towards the sudden voice. Jungkook grinned looking at his best friend and Jackson just rolled his eyes.

"Today's my birthday." Jackson said before yelping in pain when Jimin slapped away Jackson's hand from Jungkook's waist.

"Your parents should've used the protection."

Jungkook giggled.

"Fuck you, Park!" Jackson snarled, stepping to Jimin who was busy in arranging his stuff.

"Gladly," Jimin smirked, turning to Jackson. "Stay away from Jungkook!" Eyes full of rage, ready to beat him for his best friend.

Jackson fixed his jacket, glaringly. He give a last glance to Jungkook before turning his heels and walking away from there.

Jimin grasped Jungkook's arm and walked along with him in the semi-crowded corridors. Jungkook hummed before speaking.

"You shouldn't have to be rude to Jackson. He just likes to mess up with me."

Jimin turned to Jungkook. "Y'know, why I did that!" He said while walking to school's parking lot.

"I'll drop you today."

"No!"

Jimin paused on his tracks, turning to Jungkook. "No? Why?"

"Dad sent me this." Jungkook rummaged through his backpack before taking out a card. "I have to use public transport otherwise my dad won't give me back my credit cards."

"Let me drive you to your building and then you can pay me." Jimin chimed, unlocking his car. Jungkook rolled his eyes before letting out a 'haha'.

"I don't even know where the fuck is the bus station." Jungkook grumbled. Jimin tossed his bag in the backseat before turning to Jungkook.

"Seriously, kookie. I can drop you, no need to use the public transport. Sometimes, they're super crowded and I know you don't like crowded places." Jimin expressed which caused Jungkook to pursed his lips, rethinking.

"I have to do this. Hoseok dad said I began to behaving like a brat. So, I'll just prove him wrong." Jungkook cluchted over his backpack. "I'm not a brat." He gritted out, remembering how his parents called him an ill-mannered kid.

Jimin grinned proudly. "Then let me drop you to the near bus station." They both got into the car before Jimin drove them to the near bus station which wasn't so far.

"Do you know how to use this card, right?" Jimin taunted. They already earned so many stares as Jimin's car wasn't a joke. It was from one of the luxurious collection of cars.

Jungkook nodded. His Yoongi dad phoned him to tell him how to use the card because he had to no fucking idea what was that in the first place.

Jungkook's hair was already messy because of the force of wind. Oh how much he fucking hate to stand like that. As soon as the bus arrived, people began to stepping into the bus.

can't they just wait for the bus to completely stop? Jungkook thought. The crowd was scaring him, it's like a wave of people and he was the last person one to step into the bus after Jimin kissed him on cheek and ruffled his hair. Again messing up his hair.

He paid the bus fare through the card thingy and looked for a seat. His eyes lit up a bit when he spotted an empty window seat. Finally something good happens today!

But before he could reach to the seat, a random kid took his seat. The kid seems to look like an elementary school student because of the uniform.

"Excuse me, but this is my seat." Jungkook insisted, palm rested on one of the seat's crest. The kid seemed to ignored him which caused him to inhale sharply in anger.

The driver wasn't able to start the vehicle because some passengers were still figuring out their seats.

"I said, this is my seat." He repeated. The early stage teenager turned to Jungkook.

"No one has permanently booked this seat."

The kid has an audacity to talk back to him which caused Jungkook to gripped on the crest.

calm down - just remember you'll have your cards and car. Jungkook closed his eyes before taking the empty seat next to the boy. He wore his airpods and phone-

"It's already a bad day and now this rich brat."

Jungkook take off his one airpod, peering at the boy with a scowl.

"Learn to talk to your elders."

"Learn to talk to your youngers."

it's all his parents' fault that he's like that, Jungkook thought, jaw clenching. He just want to go to his - no Taehyung's apartment - so he could kiss him or even do something more.

After a few minutes, Jungkook was distracting himself as he doesn't want to bit some random kid who acts so errant.

He felt a head on his shoulder - what the actual fuck - Jungkook turned to the boy who was dozing off on his shoulder. Fuck, the boy is so sweaty ugh!

"Stop the bus!" Jungkook exclaimed loudly, waking up the boy beside him. He quickly stood up when the bus came to stop. Without any further thought he just climbed off the bus.

"Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!" Jungkook cried out. "I hate it here!" Literally few tears came out of his eyes. the sweat, no!!

The vehicle doesn't care a less so it went away from there, leaving Jungkook all alone.

Jungkook sniffled, looking around him. It was an empty road, no sign of car or people, daylight was fading away. A layer of flames scattered across the sky as the sun was setting down.

The small boy takes out his phone to call someone for help - but his phone accidentally slipped out of his grasp - which caused him to curse.

"Dammit!" Jungkook gritted out when he saw his phone was switch off. He grumbled and stood up, leaving his phone there.

"I think this was the way."

"Jungkook isn't picking up my calls!!!"

The black haired man, Hoseok, looked up from his paper work to his husband whose eyebrows were knitted together in perturbation.

"Maybe he's tired after school and probably napping." Hoseok answered simply, focusing back on his work. Specs rested on his nose. "He never pick up my calls." He added, examining the papers infront of him.

"He does that to you. But he always answer my calls." Yoongi blurted, feeling anxious thinking about his baby. He unconsciously began to tapping his foot on floor while redialling Jungkook's number for nth time which was switched off.

"It's been 3 hours since his school ended and I guess he already has returned to his apartment!!" Yoongi let out in frustration. He ended the call when the stupid woman started to speaking.

"His phone number is switch off, do you get that??" Yoongi said loudly when he saw his husband wasn't looking so focused on his words.

"Relax, yoongi. Don't fret too much. Try to call his friends, maybe he's with them." Hoseok explained and stood to walk to his husband who looked way too tense.

Yoongi nodded before dialing Jimin's number who picked up his call within few rings.

"-we're doing good....... yeah just wanted to ask if Jungkook is with you because his phone number saying switch off........ What? You guys left school earlier today?....... Yeah please try to contact him....."

Hoseok looked so concerned. "What's wrong?" He asked his husband who looked so pale after ending the call.

"Jungk-kook- left the school campus around 1 in afternoon and it's almost 6 in evening. Jimin said he dropped Jungkook in nearest bus station." Yoongi said, already feeling uneasy in his guts.

"It means, it's been 5 hours since he came back from school. His phone is switch off since 3 in afternoon when I tried to contact him for first time but it was switch off s-so I thought he was b-busy. I don't know- what the hell is happening."

Hoseok patted his husband's back whose eyes were teary. "You have Mr.Kim's contact number, right?" He asked and takes Yoongi's phone when the male nodded.

"I already told you it was a wrong move to send him to some random place. He doesn't know anything about that area!! He's still a baby - I swear if something happens to him." Yoongi fretted, clutching over his hair.

"We're going to regret everything, if something happens to him."

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don't kill me pls 👁️👄👁️ !! and wtf i wrote 😭🤷🏻‍♀️