Jimin:

The day after tomorrow, I found myself circling around on my bike outside Jungkook's house.

I remembered where it was from when me and the gang had first encountered him. The pink flowers gave it away too, the same type that he had had nestled behind his ear.

I felt so out of place just being in this street, I couldn't even think how I'd feel when I was actually inside his house. Flower Boy lived in what me and the gang referred to as the snob side of the neighbourhood. Huge houses that all probably had lavish swimming pools, let's be honest. I'd never know such luxury as Flower Boy had come to find himself in.

I could have stayed out there for hours in awe at these houses, bitching about them as I cycled along. But a click of the door of the house I was circling made me stop on my bike, using my feet to come to a halt. Jungkook stands in the door way.

'Um hi. Are you coming in or are you just going to keep cycling up and down? You've been out here for like ten minutes now.' he chuckles. 'You know you can just knock on doors right? Or is that a new concept to you?'

I looked down, embarrassed that he had been watching me the whole time. I climb off my bike and prop it up against the railings lining the steps up to his house. I wipe my feet on the carpet outside, wanting to be extra clean for somewhere as nice as this.
I follow Jungkook inside.
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Holy shit. His house was HUGE.
I mean, it wasn't a mansion or anything, far from it but...compared to my house it may as well have been.

As I follow him in I gaze around more intently. It's like a dolls house, clean polished furniture and flowers in just about every corner. Clean carpets and an ornate banister lining the staircase.
I feel so out of place. Like my very being in this house is dirtying it.

'Wow...' I breathe out.

'Did you say something?' Jungkook asks turning round.

I snap back to reality. 'Nope, nothing.' I reply.

'My mum's not here at the moment, she's working - and so is my dad...so I guess we're here alone.' Jungkook tells me as he hangs up his jacket. 'The only one home is little Gureum.'

'Who?' I ask. As though to answer my question, I hear the little pitter patter of feet on the wooden floor as a little dog comes racing over. In his excitement he almost crashes into my leg. He circles me, and I crouch down to hold out my hand for him to sniff. He barks a few times before jumping all over me in his excitement.

'Hey there little guy!' I say trying to hold onto the little bundle of energy so I can keep him still for a second.
'Hey - I've seen this dog before! He came up to me the other day, outside my house!'

'I don't know what you're talking about.' Jungkook interrupts quickly. Hm. I could have sworn I'd seen this dog only the other day. How many other dogs in this neighbourhood look like this one? I decide not to think anymore of it.

'Shall we sit outside? It's a nice day.' Jungkook suggests. 'I'll just feed Gureum so he calms down.'

After Jungkook had set down a bowl of food for Gureum, I follow him out into his garden. It didn't let down the rest of the house, being equally as big and pretty, pink flowers lining the edges. No lavish swimming pool though.

'Wow, I guess you guys really like these flowers.' I say, brushing my hand over them.

'Yeah, they're my mum's favourites - camellia flowers. They're the flower of Busan you know.'

'Fascinating.' I say sarcastically. 'No wonder I call you Flower Boy, you know everything there is to know.' I joke, picking one and placing it in his hair. I laugh at him before he gets annoyed and pulls it out.

'You're so annoying.' He huffs.

I look around, an old swing set catching my attention. I had always imagined swing sets to be owned by families who had their life together. Hence why I never had one. I clamber on to the seat, holding on to the chains on either side. I use the ground to kick myself back, and push off, swinging forward and back. Without saying anything, Jungkook takes the seat next to me, swaying softly as he sat down on it.
I try to sync up my swing to his, but fail. Instead we swing in opposite directions, meaning I can only catch glimpses of his face before he swings past me again. We don't speak for a moment, but it doesn't feel weird or awkward. In fact I felt calm, slowly swinging forwards and backwards, gently scuffing the ground beneath me with my shoes.

'So, have you lived in Busan all your life?' Jungkook turns and asks me unexpectedly, interrupting the quiet.

'Um, yeah. I was born here.
I grew up here, with my mum and my dad.' I reply hesitantly.

'Hmmm, I see...' He says nodding, dragging out his hum suspiciously. He gently swings forwards while I swing backwards, missing each other again.

'What? What is it?' I interrogate him.

'Nothing. I was just wondering where along the line you got involved in a gang. I thought maybe you had moved here too, and got mixed up in it. But I guess that's not the case.' He leans his head against one of the chains elevating his swing above the grass.

'What do you mean mixed up?
I created this gang you know. There was nothing to get mixed up in. I made Bangtan.' I glare at him for daring to question my motives.

Jungkook:

I laugh at his boastfulness. He seemed really proud of creating the gang. Not that I could see how being in a gang was something to be proud of. I'd heard a lot of things about them, mainly from Tae, Sena and Hana. Not good things. In fact, I should be ten times more worried about being his project partner. About sitting with him here right now come to think of it. But for some reason I wasn't worried at all. Which is saying something because
I worry about 90% of the time. I didn't care about what his gang had done.
I like Jimin. He's someone I just can't quite figure out. One second he's cold and tough - mainly when he's around others. But every now and then I see him slip up on his facade, if that's what you want to call it. It might not be much, just something he'll say or do. Most of the times I see it happen when he smiles. He has the kind of smile that could never belong to the person he wants everyone to think he is.

'Okay okay calm down.' I say. 'So your mum and dad. Are they nice? Do they approve of you and this gang of yours?' I chuckle.
I listen out for a response. Nothing.
I turn to look at Jimin, puzzled. His eyes hung low as he kicked at the ground, dirtying his shoes.

'...My dad doesn't, obviously.
But he doesn't really do anything to stop it. Doesn't really acknowledge it at all come to think of it. The most he's ever mentioned it is when he's picked me up from the police station. The last time he didn't even bail me out though. I had to stay overnight, and when I went back in the morning he didn't say anything. So yeah, he doesn't approve, but I guess you could say I kinda get away with it.'
He explains, not looking up at me, instead continuing to jab at the dirt with his foot.

'And your mum?' I ask before I can stop myself. I'm prying in too much. But I can't take back my words now.

'She doesn't live with us. Not since the divorce. She doesn't know I'm even in a gang. My dad doesn't speak to her, so it's not like he would tell her. And I'm certainly not going to.' He manages to let out a small chuckle, although it wasn't a particularly happy one.
I can't think what to reply straight away. Instead, I let the conversation be suspended in the air just as we were.

I break the silence: 'Maybe it would be good to talk to her. You can't keep everything to yourself all the time.'

'Are we here to discuss my life story or this stupid project?!' Jimin snaps, standing up abruptly and storming back into house, almost knocking me off my swing in the process. Ugh, see what I mean? I really can't figure him out. He was like day and night at the same time. Like two ends of opposite poles. He just didn't make sense. I run behind to catch up and follow him inside.

I find him sitting on my sofa as if he owned the house. I shake my head and roll my eyes. 'Right, you wanna talk about the project? I'll go get my camera.' I tell him, before heading upstairs to fetch it before he can respond.

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Jimin:

I watch him from the living room as he walks upstairs. Stupid Flower Boy. Why did he have to ask about my life like that? Nobody asked about my life like that. It felt weird. Why was he so interested? It's not like he's in any position to care about me. I huff. Stupid Flower Boy. Stupid house.
I get up and walk around, examining the contents displayed around his home. Little trinkets and ornaments, polished photo frames, and the same pink flowers. God they're everywhere. How do they live without being blinded every day by the intense pink colouration. It's enough to give you a migraine.

Okay maybe I was exaggerating a little. They weren't that bad. Maybe they'd grow on me.

I continue to look around. Lining one of the walls was a montage of various family photos. Days out, holidays, even one of those generic family photos where they all sit together to have their photo taken by a photographer. I look at his family in the photo, looking happy and complete. Mum, dad, brother, Jungkook. He looked like both of his parents, he had his Dad's nose but his Mum's eyes. His brother too looked like him. Except I thought Jungkook was better looking.
Not that I had thought about it.

I picked up a little ornament resting on one of the dressers. It was made of glass, blue and swirly with little glass birds flying round. Seagulls I think.

'Whatcha doing?' A voice whispers in my ear. I jump and fumble with the ornament, trying to grasp it as it bounced from hand to hand. Just before it hit the ground, I caught it, avoiding the disaster.

'WHY DID YOU SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT?!' I shout, but Jungkook just responds by laughing.

'Enjoying your little tour of my house?' He says as he takes the ornament from my hand and sets it back on the table. I can't help but feel my cheeks flush pink out of embarrassment of being caught red handed. At least now I match the flowers.

'I found my camera. Look.'
He raises it to his eye, and presses the button down. I'm momentarily stunned by a flash of white light before hearing the crinkle of a polaroid photo being printed from the camera. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand.

'Little more warning next time please.' I tell him. He holds out the photo and waits for it to develop. After a moment he grins at the photo, and turns it round to show me. I don't really like it, I look taken aback, and
I notice that the back of my hair is sticking up. How long has it been like that for? I think as I smooth it down.

'I love it!' Jungkook exclaims proudly. 'I'll put it in the project.'

'You wanna put that in the project? What's so special about it.' I complain.

'It's the first picture. The first picture of Summer.' he says, bunny like smile plastered on his face as he examines it. 'You look good too, like art.' he adds. Against my wishes,
I find myself turning the same shade of pink camellia all over again. I don't think anyone has ever told me I look like art before. I look at him as he continues to talk, but I can't quite focus. 'Like art'. I smile to myself. The first picture of Summer. I guess there are many more to come.