Jungkook was moving to this class with his head low, hands wrapped around the straps of his schoolbag. His round glasses covered his now red and puffy eyes.

Anyone with a closer look at the boy could say that he'd cried, not just a few tears, but probably enough to last a few hours.

He felt his head all clouded, again, and he knew it won't take too much of emotions to make him slip, yet again.

He was tired, was an understatement. He wanted someone to talk to, but no, he knew, people were mean, all of them, at least that's what he'd been seeing till now. So he decided he won't go near to any of them. He'd stay away, that's better.

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It was lunch break and almost all the students left for the cafeteria, whilst our little boy went to the garden. He went and sat behind a tree, making doodles on his notebook, his pencil made scraping noises as it began to cause friction against the paper. It was tranquilizing.

However, peace doesn't last long, does it?

No.

So here it goes.

???- Hey you! Little boy!

This surely made Jungkook look up at the unfamiliar face in front of him, the guy who was standing, more like towering over poor Kookie's figure.

Jungkook didn't say anything.

???- Are you deaf or mute or what? Huh?

Again, no response.

This made the guy feel irritated to the point where he was about to punch Jungkook, making the latter keep his arms around him in reflex, but then the guy saw something or say someone, which made him get a bulb lightened in his mind.

???- Listen up! Thanks for what you've done!

Jungkook looked at him with his slightly tilted head, confused.

???- Keep doing your work and try to get close to BTS, so that we can know their secrets and weaknesses.

Poor Kookie didn't know what was going on.

???- I'll send you your reward later.

The guy with an unusual smirk went away, but Jungkook kept looking in his direction. He shrugged it off and began to draw in his notebook again.

However, only if he knew, that his silence gave someone the affirmation of him being included with the guy that has just gone away.

Jimin was shocked, but not surprised. A smile displayed on the corner of his lips, as he began to run towards his other Hyungs, not really patient to tell them about what their 'Enemy' and the little boy were talking about.

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Jungkook had no idea what happened and how it happened, how did end up with these boys, smiling at him and telling him that they'd be his 'friends'. He hadn't said even a word, but he knew his little self was dying to come out, to enjoy with his friends.

JIN- Hey kid, what's your name little one?

TAE- Here, thanks for yesterday.

Taehyung handed the boy a bar of chocolate, with a cute thank you note, and who was he to stop, his little self came out, almost erupting like a volcano. His doe eyes sparkled as he smiled showing his bunny teeth, and ended up pecking the cheek of the boy in front of him, in this case, Tae.

The latter was left surprised, and he felt heat rising to his face. But he took a few breaths before smiling at the bunny boy, more like forcing a smile. Keyword- Forcing.

The others didn't say anything. They just exchanged glances.

JUNGKOOK- Thwank chu!

JIN- We haven't introduced ourselves, shall we?

JIN- I'm Jin, the eldest.

???- Namjoon.

???- Suga.

JIMIN- I'm Jimin.

HOBI- Hoseok or Hobi.

Everyone looked at Tae who was busy staring at Jungkook.

Jimin shook him.

TAE- Taehyung or Tae.

JUNGKOOK- Mwe Kwookie!

HOSEOK- What's your full name?

JUNGKOOK- Uh...Jweon Jungkook!

JIMIN- So Kookie, would you like to be our friend?

Jungkook fell silent for some time before he looked up,

JUNGKOOK- Kwookie wants chu bwe frwiends...bwut

NAMJOON- But what?

JUNGKOOK- Bwig Kwookie ish scwared...

JIN- Scared of what?

JUNGKOOK- Chu...hwe!

he pointed at Taehyung, who widened his eyes.

TAE- What the fuck did I do?

JUNGKOOK- Puck? Wut ish Puck?

JIN- *glaring at Tae* Nothing, he just said the wrong word. Okay? Come on, let's go and play!

Jungkook nodded and hopped off the chair he was sitting on.

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