An unknown date, about five or six years ago.

Tie around the collar, blazer on his shoulders, socks on his feet, and a bright smile on his face, and thus, a sixteen year old Jungkook was getting ready for his first day in his second year of high school.

He stood in front of the mirror in his room, setting his hair to one side with his palms. Swooping them to the right, to create his look.

"Great." he said to himself, as he gave a satisfied grin in the mirror.

"JUNGKOOKIE!" his mother's voice yelled from downstairs. "HURRY UP! ETHAN IS HERE!"

Jungkook's attention snitched. "COMING!" he replied back and quickly plunged to grab his backpack.

He ran down the stairs, where his mother waited at the end with a plate of citron jam sandwiches.

"What took you so long?" she frowned at him.

"Uh-"

"Was it because of your hair?" she pointed at his head with her free hand and gave a teasing smile.

"What?" he touched his head, embarrassed. "N-no!"

She puffed a laugh. There wasn't any need for her to confirm anything, she knew her son.

Mrs. Jeon followed Jungkook to the door. "Kookie, eat this first."

"No, mom! I'm getting late." he nudged the plate slightly.

"Jeon Jungkook." she glared at him.

Jungkook sighed and grabbed two sandwiches. "See? Fine now?"

His mother pursed her lips and gave a content smile. "Yes, it is. Now hurry up and go!" she pat his back a few times. "You both will miss the bus otherwise!"

"Yeah, alright." he nodded. "Bye, mom!" he opened the door to see a boy, just about his height, standing by the porch.

The short haired boy turned back at him and looked at his watch. "Shall we go, Jungkook?"

Jungkook nodded his head nervously, trying hard to resist cracking into a smile.

"You two have a good day at school!" Jungkook's mother waved.

"You too, auntie! Have a good day!" Ethan waved back, as the two made their way to the bus stop.

"Here." Jungkook handed him one of the sandwiches.

"Thanks." Ethan plucked the bread from him. "Okay, lemme guess.....plum?"

"Nope."

"Strawberry?"

"Na uh."

Ethan quickly gave up and took a bite. "Ahhh! Citoun-?" he spoke, while chewing on the chunk of jam and bread he bit off.

"Yes, Citron! Don't speak with your mouth open!" Jungkook laughed. "You're gonna drop that!"

"No, I won't!"

A horn sounded from in front of them, it was their bus.

"Race you?" Ethan looked at Jungkook.

"I'll win."

"Oh yeah?" he raised his eyebrow. "Bet it on lunch? Loser buys for the winner?"

"Deal."

And they ran. Sandwiches in their hands, ties flying past their necks and Jungkook's perfectly set hair getting messed up by the wind, all for having a slim chance of saving their lunch money.

The two panted heavily as they climbed onto the bus, seating themselves on the few empty seats.

"How in the world did you finish first?" Ethan huffed. "Were you always this fast?"

Jungkook chuckled. "I don't know."

"Damn, I've barely seen you run before." he nibbled on the bread. "You've never played any sports, all you ever do is click some pictures on that camera of yours."

"They're not just some pictures! Each picture has its own story to tell!"

"Uh huh? So you're gonna keep doing this until your last year?"

"Well, maybe...yeah..."

Ethan sighed and gave a soft smile. "You'll be a great photographer in the future."

"You haven't even ever seen my photos properly before!" he punched him playfully, while his ears went hot.

"Well-" Ethan gave a nervous laugh and clenched the spot where Jungkook punched him. "-I just know you will be."

Jungkook smiled shyly, his fingers doing a weird tap dance on his thighs. "Thanks." he replied softly.

Ethan Davis, the only son of the Davis family, the one who spent almost two years by Jungkook's side.

The two had met in tenth grade, their seats were right next to each other and Ethan was the type to reach out to new people. To him, Jungkook was a shy introverted student, who initiated conversation only when needed. Besides that, he was always seen collecting photographs for the school magazine, or probably just working hard on his assignments. It was awkward and slow at the start, for the two to start conversing, but when they did, Ethan soon realised how big of a talker Jungkook was. He was a non-stop radio, talking about anything and everything. Ethan enjoyed his company, they had similar tastes and bonded well.

To Jungkook, Ethan was the epitome of perfection. It was love at first sight, literally. Though Jungkook didn't like expressing it as love, he wasn't exactly quite sure why he felt so in the first place.

Ethan was just about Jungkook's height, he had short spiky hair, an immaculate jaw and the most prettiest eyes. When Jungkook first saw him, it wasn't anything different, he was just any ordinary new student. But then, Ethan was placed right next to him, which meant he'd have to initiate conversation at some point. But Jungkook never exactly did that, it was Ethan who started the talk. Eventually, they found a lot of things they had in common, they even shared the same bus stop and soon became best friends. 

As the months passed by, Jungkook started to notice changes in himself whenever he was around Ethan. He had started to feel more close to him, to the point where he thought of nothing but Ethan. His heart would race every time he smiled, he'd get fidgety if Ethan would touch him, but above all, Jungkook wanted to spend every second by his side. He wanted to hear his soothing voice, right next to his ear, he wanted to feel his touch without flinching too much, he wanted to hug him close to his body.

Jungkook was a mess, and it took a great toll on him. The young boy was confused out of his mind on why he felt that way. He feared to admit even to himself about anything he felt towards Ethan. Jungkook always thought it was his mind playing tricks on him and that it was all nothing but delusional. But when the feelings only persisted to grow further instead of him going back to normal, Jungkook realised what the hell was going on.

But, despite all that, Jungkook was still in denial. He was devastated and maybe even disgusted by himself. He came to the point where he started to hate himself for it being so. He started questioning his own thoughts, his preferences, his behaviour. He was sick of feeling that way.

But, he hadn't felt that way before, why now? And why his best friend out of all people? Was it even right for him to see Ethan in a romantic way? He's a guy after all, isn't it weird? Since when did the world work that way?

He didn't talk about it with anyone, it would be the last thing he would want to do. There wasn't anyone he could really go to. He'd imagine scenarios where he would tell his parents, but that was it, he couldn't think of their reactions. Would they be angry? Sad that they didn't raise him right? Happy? But why would they be happy?

So, he hid his feelings for Ethan as much as he could, but that didn't stop his heart from pounding every time he saw him.

Each time he sat in his room alone, his thoughts would always end up distracting him from his work. He felt guilt rise in his chest and make him congested every time. No matter how much he'd try to get rid of it, or talk himself out of it, his heart just wasn't ready to accept it as an option. 

Deep down, he probably did tell himself about how it would be 'okay' and in fact already is okay, because loving someone of the same gender doesn't change who you are, does it? But this tiny voice inside him was hanging off of a thread, trying hard to save itself to be heard by Jungkook.

Even though he cried about it sometimes, he never let any of it show, to anyone. No one at all. No matter how eager he was to talk about this with someone he could trust and help him, he always gave up. He made sure to keep smiling just like he always did, he learnt to accept a bit of himself liking Ethan, but he decided never to let that overpower him. Never to let it out. He figured he would pass by the stage and everything would be back to normal in no time.

That never planned to happen though.

One fine weekend morning, Jungkook stood in the family's small sunflower patch, clipping sunflowers with Daejung, his tutor.

Yoo Daejung had a flower shop in the city, and often collected sunflowers from the Jeon's place, beside Jungkook, who always helped him out.

"So... Jungkook." he walked behind him, with a bunch of tall yellow flowers in his hands, while Jungkook clipped the stems for him.

"Hmm?"

"How's school going?"

"It's going well." Jungkook gave an assuring smile as he handed Daejung another flower.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah-" his eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you asking me like that?"

Daejung casually shook his head and stared straight into Jungkook's eyes. "No reason really.... You just seemed a bit off ever since school started."

Jungkook hesitated with his movements a bit. "Really?" he tried to keep his tone from stuttering. "Everything is fine, though."

"Hmm.. really? If you say so." he held the sunflowers closer to him, with a stronger grip.

Jungkook gave a sigh of relief internally, glad that that topic was pushed off.

"Come on, Jungkook." Daejung handed half of the big bunch of flowers to him. "These should be enough."

Jungkook walked slowly behind his tutor, looking at his back as he walked in front of him.

He had a sudden urge to stop him and tell him everything. He was desperate at this point. If Daejung could notice something odd about Jungkook, despite him trying to hide it, the others could probably notice it too,

"Daejung?" he called out for him.

The man turned around and walked back a bit. "Yeah?"

"Um- can I - um.." his hands were tingling anxiously, and his mouth refused to open at will. It was like he suddenly forgot how to speak.

Daejung walked up to him and tilted his face so that he could see Jungkook's, which had taken interest in the ground all of a sudden.

"Yes?" Daejung asked.

Jungkook looked up and chewed his bottom lip. He wanted to say it so badly. He wanted him to know, but as Jungkook figured, he couldn't say it. He didn't have the courage to.

"Sorry-" he shook his head. "It's nothing."

Daejung's eyes narrowed. "You made me walk all that way for nothing?"

"Sorry." he gave him a mischievous laugh.

Daejung smirked and ruffled through Jungkook's hair playfully.

Days passed by and Daejung started paying Jungkook a bit more attention than before. He studied well, his grades were good, but whenever he would mention something about school, it felt like Jungkook tried his best to avoid it.

Daejung would try asking about his after school activities, his friends, but Jungkook always gave short answers and let the topic trail off. And that wasn't like Jungkook at all.

Jungkook talked about everything to Daejung in the past. He knew about all his friends, his best friend...... everything. But it just felt like Jungkook was creating space between him and Daejung. Which concerned him. Jungkook had always been that child who was always excited to share his day with him. But the minimal answers, that got Daejung worried for him.

During one of his classes, Daejung asked him directly. He didn't want to sound suspicious, so he made it blunt and clear. To which Jungkook replied with a fake laugh.

"Why do you think something is wrong with me?" he tapped his notebook with his pen. "Just because I don't talk as much as I used to, doesn't mean I've changed! I've just gotten more mature coming to eleventh grade." he pursed his lips and straightened his top's collar.

"Oh, have you now?" Daejung teased him. "Well, how about you do these questions with a bit more maturity then? Hmm?" he pointed his hand on the question. "This is wrong."

Jungkook looked down at his notebook and crossed out the entire solved question in frustration.

"And I just showed you how to do it."

Jungkook sighed. "Alright, I'll do it again."

The class lasted for about another hour or so, and Jungkook somehow managed to pass Daejung's math test.

"I admit, I am impressed." Daejung leaned back on his chair and handed Jungkook the corrected test. "I didn't expect you to get most of them right."

"You didn't?" he pouted his mouth childishly. "How much do you trust me?"

Daejung chuckled. "Not that much."

Jungkook made a sorrowful puppy face. "Now, why is that? I didn't do anything to break your trust, did I?"

"No." he smiled. "The reason I don't trust you, is because you don't tell me everything."

Jungkook's smile dropped. "What d-do you mean?" he gave a breathy chuckle and got up. "I don't really have anything to say to you!" he reached out for his room's doorknob. "I'm going down to get some snacks, do you want something?"

Daejung shook his head. "No, I'm good."

"Okay, I'll be right back then."

He headed downstairs. 'Okay, not good.'  he thought, climbing down the stairs. 'Why is he still so fixated about that? Does it really look like I'm not telling him everything?'

A few minutes later Jungkook was back up stairs.

Daejung was sitting by his desk, gazing into nothing, even when Jungkook came in, his eyes didn't flinch once.

Jungkook opened a pack of chips and offered some to Daejung. But the man was still staring away, as though he didn't notice Jungkook's presence at all.

"You can tell me anything." he said all of a sudden, still not meeting his eyes. "You know that, right?"

The crisp which was making its way to Jungkook's mouth, stopped part way. "Yeah-" Jungkook said awkwardly. "-I know that."

His tutor's face finally turned to him. Their eyes met. Jungkook's eyes were full of tension and anxiousness, while Daejung's eyes radiated worry. His eyebrows were raised, pinching the centre of his forehead.

"I am worried for you, Jungkook."

Jungkook let out a deep breath and looked away. "Why would you be worried for me?"

"Jungkook, I know you're not telling me something."

"And why would you think that?" he snapped back.

"I-" Daejung hesitated. "It's- just.... I just know."

"Daejung, I am fine. Okay?"

"You don't look fine right now."

Jungkook's lips pressed together when he said that. His eyebrows knitted down in worry and his breaths started to get a bit sturdy. His eyes started to grow heavy, staring at the wall in front of his desk. He knew he wanted to trust Daejung with all he had, but part of him still hoped to fight back and withhold everything.

"I know I've known you for about only a couple of months." he started again. "But, I know that expression well enough on people's faces. I know you want to say something, Jungkook." his voice started to soften.

Jungkook munched on a crisp, trying his very best to not give in.

Daejung looked at him for a few seconds then sighed out heavily. He patted his thigh and got up. "I won't force you, alright? I'll go now."

Daejung picked up his satchel and started to walk towards the door.

'No, please don't go.' Jungkook's voice said in his head.

'Let him go.' another said.

'No! Please don't go!'

'LET HIM GO! You don't have the guts to tell him anyway!'

"No!" Jungkook's voice came out.

Daejung stopped and turned around, only to see Jungkook breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot, and his face full of desperation.

Daejung ran back hurriedly and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Jungkook?" Daejung's eyes were full of worry.

Jungkook tried to hold back his tears. He felt miserable for showing that side of his to Daejung.

"Are you okay, Jungkook?"

That was it, that was the line that made Jungkook lose it.

The tears rolled down his cheeks slowly, like as though he were still holding back. He wiped the small drops off almost immediately.

Daejung, now more worried than ever, squeezed his shoulders and gave him a hug. Jungkook held onto his shirt and took in deep shaky breaths to control his emotions.

After Jungkook calmed down, hesitantly enough, but he told Daejung everything. From the very top, to the deep end. He told him every single thing.

"And does this bother you, Jungkook?"

"Of course it does!" he replied. "It bothers me a lot! I don't know why I am this way, but it's not right, is it?"

"No one said that, Jungkook."

"But it's not the way things are supposed to be, are they?"

"No one said that either. People tend to treat it that way, because that's not how we are accustomed to see love. We were always taught that a man and woman fall in love with each other and not two people of the same gender. It's not your fault for thinking that way."

"Wait-" Jungkook sniffed. "Why are you not bothered about it?"

"Is there any need to be?"

Jungkook did not expect that reaction. He had thought that Daejung would be disturbed by it and probably leave to never come back. But Daejung wasn't that type of a person.

"But-" Jungkook fiddled with his hands. "-I am a guy, and so is Ethan-"

"And?"

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, but then fell silent.

Daejung gripped his wrists and shook them. "You're doing nothing wrong, Jungkook." he smiled at him. "I know this must be hard for you, but you need to know that love has no bounds when it comes to gender. It is completely fine to like someone of the same gender as you."

"But- I am scared." Jungkook's hands let go from Daejung's grip and dug into his thighs.

"Scared of who?"

"Everyone! What will my parents think? My grandparents? If I told someone, how would they react? I'm scared to see their faces if I told them! Which was why I wanted to hide this away for as long as I can-"

"And never be true to yourself?"

Jungkook fell silent.

"You're going to lose who you are if you continue like this, Jungkook. The secret will only dig a bigger hole in you, making you empty. Would you want to live that life? Without any expression, just the concern of hiding your sexuality from the world so they won't judge you? Jungkook, the world progresses with change. No one has the right to judge anyone just because they chose a different path in life, without actually doing anything wrong. Tell me, is it a crime to have feelings for someone?"

Jungkook still didn't speak.

"Do you think that?" he raised his tone a bit.

Jungkook shook his head, sitting up straight.

"Hey.... Just have more courage in yourself, okay? And always remember this, I am here. I am always here for you. So whether it be your problems, or you have trouble with anything, I am always here for you. Okay? Now, cheer up! I don't want a sulking baby crying his tears on my test paper."

"Hey!" Jungkook laughed, partially sniffing. "I am not a baby."

"Okay-" Daejung smirked. "Sure."

The next weekday, the last day of school before summer break, Jungkook was much more happy. He felt like a small part of a big weight he had been holding, had been removed. He felt light, more joyous and extra cheery. Even though the light weight that was lifted was only a subtle change, it had a great effect on his mood and aura. He hadn't felt more confident before.

"Hey, Jungkookie!" Ethan yelled out and lunged himself onto Jungkook's back, as he stood with some people from his photography club. "Wanna go hunt for mushrooms tomorrow?" he leaned onto his shoulder and wrapped his arms around him.

"Mushrooms?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, wait, just give me a sec with these guys." saying that Jungkook continued his discussion with the people from the photography club, while Ethan waited on the side.

After about ten minutes, Jungkook and his group were done. They said their goodbyes and headed off.

"Okay-" Jungkook turned to Ethan. "-tell me now."

"Well-" he rested his arms around Jungkook and they walked back to their classroom. "-My mother said that our families should meet up for dinner sometime, so I thought that we could give a tiny bit of our contribution by picking some mushrooms from the hills!"

Jungkook looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh really? Come on, tell me the truth! You actually just want to go for something else don't you?"

Ethan giggled. "You caught me, huh? Actually, I wanted us to go beetle catching. You know? Just like old times. I had a dream yesterday night, of how we went beetle catching last year and you caught the biggest beetle there was, and you named him 'Pokie'. Now tell me, who the hell names a beetle 'Pokie'?"

"I do." Jungkook grinned.

"That's a very bad name for a beetle." he gave him a disgusted face, but Jungkook kept laughing. "Anyway, I want to beat you this year. Which is why I-" he let go from his shoulder and folded his arms. "I, Ethan Davis, challenge you, Jeon Jungkook, to a battle, to see who can catch the biggest beetle!"

Jungkook laughed out. "You're really a small kid!"

"Thank you." he bowed down, only to make Jungkook blush in embarrassment.

After school, Ethan went to his soccer team for his everyday practice. And just like every day, Jungkook was there, getting his daily dose of Ethan pictures. If there was someone Jungkook loved taking repetitive pictures of, it was Ethan. Jungkook was never bored when he was taking his pictures. He knew all too well that this little guilty pleasure of his might be creepy, but he made sure not to go overboard. All he liked was admiring the pictures later, only to smile shyly whenever he saw his face in the photograph.

He just liked clicking his pictures, and he tried his best to keep it to just that.

The next day, summer break had officially started, and Jungkook and Ethan were off to the woods up in the hills in search of beetles and also some mushrooms.

They rode their bicycles up, and once they had reached a favourable height, they locked their bicycles with the barks of a tree and headed into the dense forest.

The trees were beautiful, lush shades of every green colour Jungkook could imagine. The clean cool air blowing, despite the raging sun above them. The sound of birds and cicadas in the distance. It was all so exquisite and meticulously placed to keep the mind at peace, Jungkook almost felt like he wanted to lay down and drift away in the breeze.

"Hey, Jungkook!" Ethan yelled for him. "Which mushrooms are the poisonous ones?"

Jungkook ran back to him and crouched down to where Ethan was. "These are the poisonous ones-" he pointed at the ones with white gills. "-and the other ones are the edible ones."

"Oh- shi." Ethan's voice sounded like he was eating something. "I ate the wrong one."

Jungkook's heart pounded with fear when he heard that. "ETHAN, WHAT THE HELL!" he quickly put his camera aside and held him. "SPIT IT OUT RIGHT NOW!"

Ethan limped down to the ground. "Jungkoo-" his voice was getting diminished.

"ETHAN, SPIT IT, RIGHT NOW." Jungkook placed his hand near his mouth, ready to force the poisonous mushrooms out. But before he could do anything, he heard a laugh.

Ethan was laughing.

He slowly got up and grinned at Jungkook, who was scared out of his wits. "I fooled ya!"

Annoyed, Jungkook gave him an angry face, hit him and got up.

"Hey!" Ethan got up behind him. "I'm sorry! Okay? I was just messing around!"

"That is not something to mess around with, Ethan!" Jungkook shouted back. "Do you realise how scared I got?"

Ethan's expression filled with guilt, as he saw Jungkook's angry yet worried face. "I'm sorry. I will never do that again." he held his ears and gave him his big eyes. "Sorry?"

Jungkook looked at him, but averted his sight immediately after realising how cute he looked. "Fine." he crossed his arms. "But, if you do that again, I will personally kill you."

Ethan's smile was back again. "Aye aye, captain!"

They spent the next few minutes gathering mushrooms, and then searching for beetles. Jungkook decided to let Ethan win this time and didn't quite bother searching for big beetles. He spent most of his time getting some shots of Ethan, with his permission of course.

Besides his crush, he clicked pictures of the trees, the summer flowers, the birds, and the canopies through which the sun's rays cut through to reach the ground in all its splendour.

Jungkook looked at his watch. It was way past their scheduled time. So, Jungkook looked around for Ethan, so that they could go back home.

"Ethan! Ethan, come on, it's time to go!" Jungkook shouted his name a lot, but heard no reply come back. He tried calling, but the reception was too scattered to even try.

As Jungkook walked deeper into the woods, he heard a distinct sound echoing in the distance. It sounded too perfect and leveled for a bird. He walked further, and the sweet sound got more clearer. Soon, Jungkook figured that it was a violin.

Excited and curious, he headed towards the sound. Then, through the thicket of the trees, he saw a small figure in the distance. A figure of a boy, playing the violin.

The sweet tune of the classical instrument was so pure and enchanting, even the birds seemed to be singing along. Jungkook wanted to get a closer look, but the boy was nothing but a small blurred shadow.

All of a sudden, bells rang.

Distorting his attention, Jungkook whipped his head back in the direction of the gonging sound of metal.

'Church bells? Is there a church here?' he thought. 'There must be a wedding.'

Jungkook turned his head back to the mysterious violin player, but he was gone, just like that. He had vanished.

After Jungkook found Ethan, the two headed to the Davis house first because Ethan said that he had something he wanted to pick up.

Ethan came back to the bikes with a backpack of clinking glass bottles.

"Ethan, what's in the bag?"

"It's just some fruit beer." he replied as he mounted his bicycle.

"We're not of legal age to drink, Ethan."

"Chill, Jungkookie! It's fruit beer! These things have no alcohol content!"

Back at Jungkook's house, his family had gone for some time. So, that meant it was just him and Ethan.

Reluctantly, Jungkook agreed to drink some of the fruit beer Ethan had gotten.

"It's good, right?" Ethan swayed his bottle at Jungkook.

Jungkook took a sip and made a disgusted face. "This is quite bitter!"

"It's beer!" Ethan already sounded tipsy.

Jungkook looked at the labels on the bottle. "Hey!" he narrowed his eyes to get a better look. "This thing says it contains alcohol!"

"It does?" Ethan, from the looks of it, was already drunk and he had finished about two entire bottles.

"Oh, Ethan!" Jungkook snatched the third bottle from Ethan. "No more!" he grabbed all the other three unopened bottles and stuffed them into his bag. "I'm going to go get some water, just stay here okay?"

Ethan gave a weak okay sign and collapsed on Jungkook's bed.

Jungkook sighed and walked down. He had only had a bit, but his head hurt like hell.

When he came back upstairs, he saw something that almost made him drop the water bottle from his hands.

On opening the door, Jungkook saw Ethan standing with a bunch of photographs in his hand. His heart began to race with fear when he realised what photos they were. They were Ethan's pictures. Pictures that he had stashed deep down at the bottom of his book shelf, but somehow he was able to get his hands on them.

He noticed Jungkook, and swayed the pictures in his hands. "You have a lot of photos of me." he chuckled in a weird sinister way. He seemed sober now.

Jungkook walked up to him and tried to snatch away the pictures, but Ethan dodged. "Ethan, these are for the school magazine-"

"Pictures of me riding my bike? Me sitting in my shorts eating potato chips? These are for school?" his voice was calm, but his tone had some hidden anger in them. "I didn't know you were a fucking stalker. Shit- this is creepy man!"

"No! It's not like that, Ethan!" Jungkook tried grabbing the pictures again. His breath was jittery and his movements, panicky.

"Then what is it like? Huh? I don't care if you have pictures of people, but you seem to have only mine!" he shoved the pictures into Jungkook's face.

"Ethan-"

"And what the hell are all these weird messages behind the pictures?" he cracked into a sarcastic smile. "Please, you're creeping me the fuck out, Jungkook!"

Jungkook didn't have anything to say.

"You're not that, are you?" Ethan asked, in a low voice. "Wait- you don't like me, do you?"

Jungkook looked down, but didn't reply. He didn't know how to. He chose to believe that all that was happening was still just Ethan under the influence of alcohol, but in reality, it wasn't.

"Ah- fucking hell." Ethan breathed out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he threw the pictures at Jungkook and proceeded to walk out.

Jungkook grabbed him by the arm. "No, Ethan! Please, hear me out!"

"Get your filthy hand off!" he pushed Jungkook. "Never in a million years did I think you'd be like them! What made you think this was okay? Do you realise how awful that is? It's filthy."

Each and every single word hit Jungkook like a sharp piercing shrapnel of broken glass, repeatedly stabbing at the same spot, over and over, because he wouldn't die.

"We were friends for one entire year! If I would have known this from the very beginning-" he glared at Jungkook. "- I would have never talked to you."

With simply just that, he left.

Jungkook kept standing in his room, with his blood boiling in his veins. He didn't know what expression to put on his face. Should it be sorrow? Anger, perhaps?

Jungkook never expected Ethan to take a confession seriously, but he sure didn't expect him to be that rude, whether under the influence of alcohol or not.

Exasperated over how insulting the person he liked was towards Jungkook, he got out the other fruit beers and chugged them down, all the three bottles, in one go.

Later, when his family came back home, his mother found Jungkook wasted on his bed, with his room in a mess.

His mother and drunk Jungkook, had a huge fight. His mother was trying to get him to eat, but Jungkook didn't bother. He created a lot of havoc in the house, shouting the most random things, then he finally got tired and went off to sleep.

For one entire week, Jungkook didn't move from his room. He called Daejung, to let him know what happened. He tried calling Ethan a couple of times too, but he never picked up and he didn't even read the messages Jungkook sent to him.

Jungkook cried several times, clinging onto his pillow, sobbing his sorrow out. But soon, he realised that staying in and crying in a dark room, without eating anything, wouldn't change the fact that the person he liked, turned out to be the most horrible person Jungkook had ever met.

The sorrow soon changed to anger. Though he still had a soft spot for him, Jungkook realised that all that Ethan had said to him about liking someone of the same gender, angered him, he felt offended. Which meant that Jungkook had accepted himself for who he was. Thinking of it that way, he gained a bit more courage. At one point Jungkook was glad Ethan had found the photos, if not, he wouldn't have insulted him like that, and Jungkook would have never learnt to fight back about it and gain courage.

Because he had locked himself in for about a week, the entire family was worried for him. They would knock at his door a couple of times, but he wouldn't open.

Jungkook's mother blamed herself, she had said sorry to him through his door a lot of times. But Jungkook never opened.

After eight days, the doors of the dull room opened and welcomed its first guest in a long time, Jungkook's grandma.

"Kookie." she placed her hand on Jungkook's cheek. "Look at you! You've grown so thin! Come on, let's go and eat!" she started to head out, hoping he would follow. But Jungkook just sat on his bed like a statue.

The grandmother went and sat beside him and soothe his hair. "What's the matter, Kookie?"

Jungkook finally turned his face to his grandma's. "I have to tell you something, grandma." he said weakly.

His grandmother turned to face Jungkook and sat straight, holding his hands in hers. "I'm listening."

"You promise not to freak out, or stop loving me?"

She smiled. "Why would I stop loving you, darling?"

"Maybe... I'm just saying...."

"Okay, I won't."

Jungkook took a deep breath in and hoped for all to go well.