Jungkook was halfway into his lunch detention, sitting as far away from Kim Taehyung as possible. One day into his fresh start, and he was already getting dragged down by a boy with an immature mindset. Taehyung made life seem so easy. Do what you want, to get what you want, but the truth was, you couldn't do that. Was this all an act Taehyung was putting up? Jungkook couldn't help his own thoughts, he had always been the type of person to observe another person's expression, actions and words. It was just that, that got him into a lot of trouble in his old town.

He wasn't a working professional at it of course, but he was near to a damned good one. Being a kid that always questioned the simplest things making people wonder even the deeper meanings of a hard old rusty table, Jungkook had grown accustomed to his ways of always being curious about what runs through a person's mind. At one point in his teens, he had his mind set on being a neurologist. But of course, things took and turn and now was panning out very differently for the strawberry blonde haired boy.

So when he noticed the slight frown on Taehyung's face when he realised he wouldn't be getting into deeper shit than he thought, Jungkook had begun to wonder what was really going through Taehyung's mind.

God, that mint haired male was annoying, and in under a day he was able to make it onto Jungkook's naughty list with a sharp line under his name. But even though he was trouble, even though he was rude, and even though he couldn't do anything else but smirk and joke around...Jungkook knew that there was something under that structure, something too scared to come out. Scared of the world.

But the blonde boy knew different. He knew that the world of Kim Taehyung wasn't to be meddled in because it was messy. Complicated. And was made to be ignored. So that's what Jungkook would do. Jungkook would ignore Taehyung. And only react when needed to.

Just one look could tell you everything you needed to know about a person. Just one single glance. And that was all that was needed for Taehyung too. Taehyung took one glance at the new boy and just had a hunch that this blonde boy, who seemed confident, and proud, was just as broken on the inside.

And that's what made him want to play with Jungkook even more.

Fresh meat.

Because, as you know, life in the jungle gets boring every now and then, so the lion has to find something to play with, while his guard is standing up, hard like a wall, but his attention was on the little zebra with the broken leg. Jungkook couldn't run. Taehyung knew that. At first glance, just a small boy with a lot of power. At second glance, a boy afraid to show his power. And finally, at third glance, just a new boy, who had enrolled in his new school, and was already getting into heaps of trouble.

Jungkook sighs, doodling on his book while listening to some music. He secretly pulls out his phone, changing the music to something he likes more, before shoving his phone back into his pocket. The teacher was dozing off behind a thick worldwide geography book that was upside down. Jungkook stifles a laugh, and continues to doodle random things. Am I wrong by Nico and Vinz starts to play, and suddenly Jungkook starts to feel more happy.

Music had always brought a sense of belonging to the blonde boy. No matter where you were in the world, you had different types of music to make you feel safe. And there was one thing Jungkook loved more than anything, and that was to sing. Even though he wasn't trained to sing from a young age, he picked it up as a hobby, and since then, singing was all his mind, body and soul ever reached for.

The same way a dancers body got trapped under the illusion of every beat, every bass drop, every harmonic melody, singing was also the same. You didn't have to be poetic to sing or write lyrics. All you had to be was yourself. Be true to who you are and everything came naturally. Jungkook found it rare that he ever wrote songs himself but when he did, it was like seeing a version of himself that he had never quite grasped tightly.

And he had been working on it ever since.

People say that you have a lifetime to figure out who you are, and what you wanted. But as soon as you hit a certain age, they all expect something more. And that's how Jungkook feels. Like he's reaching for something that's so forced that he can't help but lose himself in the process. But, he didn't realise until he was forced to be something that he, very clearly, was not. And you don't see it, not until you're sitting in the silence with nothing else to think about.

Once more, Jungkook sighs, hating the fact this always happened. When he had nothing to think about, he'd think about his old, not so fun life. And he didn't want to remember. He wanted to move on forget. However, what kills you the most on the inside, makes a scar so deep that you just can't forget it. Even if the memory fades.

Taehyung stares at the back of Jungkook's hair, watching as the smaller, younger boy, runs his hand through his hair multiple times. What could he possibly be thinking about that has him that stressed?

Taehyung looks back and forth between the clock and Jungkook. Until finally, he sighs, ripping a piece of paper, and scribbling down messily,

Hey koo, where did you come from? -T

He crumbles the paper, throwing it at Jungkook's head. The blonde boy flinches slightly, jumping up before glaring at Taehyung. The mint haired boy motions at him to open the paper, and he does, before writing something and throwing it back.

Catching it, Taehyung reads,

Don't call me koo, and my mom's vag bitch - J

Taehyung bites his lip, trying to hold in his laughter. Jungkook was seriously a feisty one, and he definitely wasn't going to go down without a fight.

I meant, why are you here, genuinely? - T

I moved here with my sister - J

What about your parents? - T

Jungkook pauses at that. The pen in his fingers shaking as he tried to look for an answer. Taehyung notices this, and tilts his head in wonder. And that's when the bell rings, signalling that the detention was over. Jungkook shoves the notes into his pocket, gathering his things before rushing out. Not sparing another glance at Taehyung.

The two really weren't that far off from each other.

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Meanwhile, in the Janitor's closet, Namjoon and Jin.

Jin's eyes roll back as he leans against the wall, gripping at Namjoon's dull, purple mullet. Namjoon grunts into Jin's ears, sucking at the hollow of Jin's neck, making the smaller boy jolt with pleasure. Jin covers his mouth, trying to quiet himself down, but Namjoon thinks otherwise, he pins the pink haired boy's arms upwards, holding them tightly as he pulls his shirt apart, kissing down Jin's chest, littering his chest with lovebites.

Jin moans out, biting down on his lip as Namjoon's tongue gets closer and closer to the waistband of his trousers. Namjoon glances up to look at the beauty, mess of a man in front him. Which only furthers his own desires. Seeing Jin so messed up because of him, gave Namjoon a pride that he didn't know he had.

Finally, Namjoon let's go of Jin's hand, Jin almost let's out a sigh of relief, but it's cut short when he's turned around and pressed against the wall, "Namjoon, ah~" Smirking, Namjoon presses himself against Jin, kissing at his bare shoulders as Jin moaned out for more.

"Namjoon, touch me- fuck!" Jin babbles, trying to make sense of the moment, how did the two even get to this point. They had only come in here for a conversation and a conversation only, and now they were borderline ready to have sex with each other.

It was after the meeting they had with their fellow classmates.

Jin couldn't stop staring at Namjoon, it had been months since they were even in the same room as each other. And now they were one person away from each other. Jin's fingers kept tingling and he could barely control himself. He knew that Namjoon had always been able to keep a cool composure, but he had caught his sliver on a chance when he seen the boy glance at his lips before quickly looking away.

When they left, Jin made no move to talk to Namjoon, after all, Namjoon had been the one to end it. Saying that he couldn't risk his reputation for Jin.

Jin saunters away from the principal's office, nudging Namjoon on the way out, hips swaying.

Turns out, Namjoon had less control that he thought he had. Watching Jin walk away, ass and thighs on show for everyone hit him with the sudden reality that he had been missing Jin. He missed everything about Jin, his smile, his eyes, his face, and most importantly the feel of Jin's skin against his own.

Rushing past Jin, Namjoon runs into the Janitor's closet, and waits for Jin. And then at the right exact moment....

He pulls Jin in, slamming him against the door, "hello there babyboy," he smirks. Jin visible drools but covers it up with a hard and cold expression. "Why the long face?" Namjoon asks, caressing Jin's waist softly. Jin sighs, "what do you want Namjoon?"

Namjoon shrugs, "just to talk..I guess," Jin looks at Namjoon for a moment or two.

"Alright fine. But you've got ten minutes,"

And ten minutes later, Jin was pressed against the wall harshly, Namjoon sucking at his sensitive nipples, as Jin moaned out his name multiple times.

Namjoon tugs Jin's jeans and boxers down with one harsh pull, freeing Jin. Jin blushes. It's been a long while since they've been intimate with each other. Namjoon stares at Jin with a glistening twinkle in his eyes, before he stuffs his long fingers in Jin's mouth, "suck," he groans out. Jin willingly sucks on Namjoon's fingers, until Namjoon uses his other hand to touch Jin.

Using his other hand to palm Jin gently. After a while, he grunts lifting Jin, Jin immediately wraps his long legs around Namjoon, feeling Namjoon's fingers prod at his hole, he clenches his eyes shut, it's been a while and Namjoon was the only boy he'd been with for the past year.

Jin moans out once more, music to Namjoon's ears, as he drags his fingers back and forth rapidly, pleasuring Jin. The pink haired male grinds onto the clothed Namjoon. Namjoon almost loses his stability, letting out a deep breath when Jin grinds onto his body. Curling his finger, Jin let's out a loud and pitched moan.

"Found it?" Namjoon whispers, laying Jin down on the floor. Jin quickly nods, getting down on all fours as he waits for Namjoon to give him something more than a couple of fingers. The last time they had sex, Namjoon had broken up with Jin.

"You're so beautiful," Namjoon groans out, cock twitching as he looks at Jin's hole fluttering. He slaps Jin's ass, earning a whine from Jin.

Reality seeps in as Jin notices that this wasn't the reason why he was dragged in here. And he shouldn't be under Namjoon. The two had broken up a long time ago. They weren't allowed to do this. Before Namjoon could touch Jin further, Jin slaps his hand away. "Namjoon, what are we doing?" Jin asks, roughly pulling on his clothes. Namjoon shrugs, a look of confusion on his face as he stares up at Jin, catching one last glance at his chest which was littered with love bites, painted on by his truly.

"As I recall...we were about to fuck. To which I was going to fuck you so har-"

Namjoon is cut off when Jin blushes and yelps out, "I get the point Namjoon!"

Namjoon smirks, "so what's the problem?"

Jin sighs, buttoning his shirt up, "we're broken up. We shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong." Once more, Namjoon shrugs, not a care in his attitude, "so?"

"So? Namjoon you broke my heart last year for you reputation that you had. And I'm not going to go through that again. I'd rather find someone who wants me for me. And frankly can treat me better."

That's when Namjoon sits up, "what? You think you can find someone better than me? Someone who knows all of your spots? Who knows how to make you scream out in pleasure? Even if someone else fucks you, you'll be calling out my name."

Jin blushes red, but quickly covers it up with a glare, "bet," he whispers, his voice turning out more seductive than he wanted it to be. And Namjoon just about controls himself, ready to fuck the brains out of Jin.

Jin quickly heads out of the small closet, checking back and forth for anyone and then quickly rushing away.

But what Jin doesn't notice is that Jungkook turns the corner the minute he rushes away, and Jungkook also sees Namjoon walk out, zipping his trousers up, before heading off in the same direction.

This school was seriously messed up.

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When I said that this book would have side stories, like damn, I'm really enjoying this Namjin side story.
But don't worry, more Taekook to come soon. I'm also not holding back in this story, trying to write something different while also being comfortable.
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