JUNGFOCK

YOONGI POV

"A horse? My horses would never! What makes you think my horses would do such... such horrid things? What makes you think a horse would kill a child? Impossible," Hoseok pouted and I sighed as I slid the paper infront of him.

"Horshoe footprints, about 3½ inches of length. Pretty huge for a normal horse for sports," I said and Hoseok looks at the paper.

"This is the size of a wild horse! This isn't any normal horse, it's one of those wild ones," Hoseok said as he pointed at the print.

"You seem to have a wide knowledge on horses," I said and Hoseok rolls his eyes.

"Mr. Mintdick, I've been an Olympic champion in horseback riding for years now. Of course I would obviously know what a print of a horse looks like," Hoseok grunts and I nod.

"Alright then. Thanks for giving me details of the interview. The death of the child was drastic, he was only 6 years old when he was killed," I said and Hoseok tilted his head.

"6... years old? How horrible.... a horse would never do that unless it goes on a rampage," Hoseok said and I looked at him.

"Say Mr. Hoefuck, how about you help me?" I ask, and Hoseok looked at me.

"Help you with what?"

"Help with the case. You like horses, you raise them yourself. It would be great to have you in our team for awhile," I suggest, and Hoseok's lips pursed.

"Well, as long as I don't get to see you everyday. You can visit me here only when the kids are at school," Hoseok grunts and I rolled my eyes before nodding.

"Alright fine. I'll be going.... uh.. wait a minute," I said before looking at him.

"Hm?" Hoseok replied and I leaned forward to his face.

He stared at my eyes and I stared back at him, and everything suddenly felt hot as I took out my thumb, and placed it on his cheek.

"You have some buttercream on your cheek," I said before wiping the greasy yellow cream away, wiping it all off on my jacket.

He looked down to the floor and I bowed before making my way out.

What was that all about?

NAMHYE POV

"T-Teacher Jae!" My eyes widened at the man infront of us, he was wearing his formal attire and some shoes while carrying some books.

"Why hello Namhye! And... who is this? Why doesn't he have a uniform?" My teacher asked and I looked at Jungkook before giving him a stare, indicating I will murder him when we get home.

"He's.... my... uh..." I trailed off, and I felt another presence beside me as I looked at the new figure.

Yunho just got off the bus, and now he's beside me, smiling down at me before looking at the taller man, who was obviously observing Yunho.

"He's my.... friend! From.... uh.... Japan?" I replied sheepishly and the the teacher looked at the man beside me, before smiling.

"Is he here to go to school too? What's your name, good sir?" Sir Jae asked as he smiled, looking at Jungkook.

"Woah Namhye, a Japanese friend! You didn't tell me!" Yunho beamed and I laughed in reply, and I felt Jungkook's stare at Yunho.

"Uh... hello?" Teacher Jae asked, his hand holding itself out in midair and I looked at him.

"Uh... he... he doesn't understand any... uh... Korean languages! He's a bit illiterate too so he can't speak! Don't worry I'll send him home soon!" I smiled and Sir Jae chuckled.

"Ah... it's alright! No need to send this kind man home, I'll try and talk to the teachers to see if they can help this illiterate man. May I ask his name?" Sir Jae asked.

"Uh.... Jungkook.... Jungkook... Jeon! Jeon Jungkook!" I replied and Yunho looked at me with a confused face.

"Isn't he.... Japanese?"

"He's... born Korean."

"Oh."

Jungkook glares at Yunho, giving him a pout and sticking his jaw out, his brow raised as he clutches tightly to me, and I look at him before back at Yunho who was gulping.

"He means no harm whatsoever... he's just kinda... wrong in the head that's why he chased after the bus," I smiled sheepishly before turning to Jungkook, yanking my arm out from his grasp.

I was seconds away to tackling him and beating him up.

"Alright Jungkook, please do follow me," Sir Jae smiled and I tapped Jungkook before pointing to the young teacher, in which Jungkook nodded.

Jungkook approached the teacher, a stoic expression in his face.....

Before slamming his head on Sir Jae's forehead.

Suddenly, the teacher collapsed on the floor, a red evident bump on his face and my eyes widened before looking at Jungkook.

"That is NOT how you use your fucking head!" I was close to losing my mind as I kneeled down towards Mister Jae's body, looking at Yunho who was shook.

"Namhye are you sure this Jungkook guy isn't some kind of weirdo or is this some secret greeting in Japan?" Yunho asked as he froze there, and I sighed before looking at Yunho.

"Just... help me explain... please Yunho."

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Soon, I was in class, and I was listening to the new semester lessons. Jungkook was brought to the faculty room so he could meet teachers who would be able to teach him.

But I doubt he'd be able to speak. He can make sounds, but it seemed like he sounded more like a horse than a human.

I decided to come to the conclusion to take him home in lunchtime. I'm just praying he wouldn't be head-butting the councilor or something.

"Namhye, are you sure that you're going to be fine? I don't want you getting in trouble," Yunho asks, a concerned look in his face.

"I'm totally fine, Yunho. Yes, I'm tooootallly fine," I replied as he was behind me. And I groaned as I paid attention to class.

"Good, I don't want a friend of mine to be in trouble. I'll be here if you nees help," Yunho beamed and I nodded motionlessly.

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It was lunchtime and I made my way to the faculty office.

Deep breaths Namhye, deep breaths.

Please don't Jungkook, please, please, please-

As I opened the door, my eyes widened.

"KIM NAMHYE!!"

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(UNEDITED)

A/N:

Vote or a pigeon will poop on ur head

Jungkook in this book makes me wanna hide in a hole for some reason idk why-