"so jungkook," jisoo started, putting her mug of hot tea on the table while exhaling a long sigh. it had been a week since both of them had been talking and to be completely honest, jungkook was just surprised.

surprised that jisoo taked to him in public, in school, not giving a singe shit that the people were always whispering about them.

jungkook was beyond happy, he finally found a friend, someone he could rely on, someone he could tell everything to.

"remember, the first day we met?," the black haired girl asked and now it was jungkook's turn to place his mug on the table.

"ehhh yeah.." the young boy let out an embarrassed laugh, which was followed by an apologetic smile. "i didn't mean to snap at you"

"no, no, it's completely fine!," jisoo sent him a reassuring smile which made him sigh in relief.

"it's just, you snapped, and you did great!! to be really honest, i was quite proud of you. i had always seen how your eyes darkened whenever kyungsoo or taehyung would pass by and i really wondered why you haven't snapped at them yet. listen jungkook, i know kyungsoo and taehyung personally and i can guarantee you that both of them are really not bad people, i truly don't understand why they act like this but back to the point — you need to grow the fuck out of it and throw every shit at their face." jisoo's voice sounded rather aggressive and filled with rage at the end, which jungkook find quite intimidating.

"listen, especially taehyung, i am just so disappointed in him. i know that he hasn't done anything bad to you yet but just how he laughs about you with his friends makes me wanna throw hands. like how am i supposed to finally accept that i like girls when he's out there laughing at homophobic jokes? i-it hurts, knowing that your own family could never accept you how you are." at the begin, jisoo's voice was laced with rage and anger, which fizzed away and got replaced by disappointment and sadness at the end. she looked down at her cup of tea, fidgeting with her fingers.

the younger boy felt extremely bad for her, he knew exactly how it felt.

memories of the first day people find out that he liked boys folded his mind, making him sick to his stomach.

how jungkook got home, a crying mess, starting to cry even more as he saw that his parents couldn't care less about their crying son, how he looked at himself at the mirror and only could think about how much he hates himself and his life, his parents and his friends, how he hates everything and wanted it to end, — the memories repeated themselves like an endless and unstoppable film in his mind, the images only getting clearer.

and soon, the younger boy found himself crying in jisoo's arms.

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ngl this chapter made me kinda emotional

also sometimes when i see 10 year olds reading my books i feel really guilty cause i feel like i took their innocence

also my sister is 10 and is the the smollest bean how can other 10 year olds read my books i'm-