It was evening and Jungkook was sitting on his mother's lap, who was brushing his hair softly, 

'How was school, baby?'

Jungkook further snuggled up against her neck and spoke in a muffled tone,

'Kwookie was bwored...'

'Why so?'

'Nwo twalk...'

'No one talked to my Kookie? Hmm?;

'Yeshh...'

'It's okay, baby. They will talk, but it will take some time. But, tell me, did anyone tease you?'

'Nuu~ B-bwut...'

'Yes, baby?'

'Me swee hwyungies...'

'Huh? Can you be more precise, sweetheart?'

'Twhey all bwig, and twey frweinds twoo, bwut, twhey dwon't lwike Kwookie!'

'Aww, my baby. It's alright. You see, they don't know you right now, but with time, they'll all be your friends.'

Jungkook's eyes sparkled at the thought, 'Rweally?'

'Yes, lovely. Okay now, it's late and you need to wake up early too, go and brush your teeth and then I'll tell you stories. Hmm?'

'owkayy!'

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Mrs. Jeon closed her son's room door and went to her room, which was just beside the first's. She sat on her bed and looked at the photo frame which held her's and kookie's picture, where the boy was smiling his bunny-toothed smile. She felt bad, for lying to her son. She knew that people won't take him nicely and might even tease him, that's why she had homeschooled the boy all those previous years, but it won't be too bad, would it? Trying to let the boy know what's the reality and make him face the world? She massaged her forehead and laid down, praying for the boy's safety. The same thoughts of whether she was doing right or not, haunted her the whole night.

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Jungkook was jumping down the empty hallway, wearing a faded blue jumpsuit, with a striped white and black tee, and navy blue high tops. He looked down with his eyebrows furrowed when he saw his shoelace open. 

But then he looked up when he heard laughs from somewhere. He was about to go there when he tripped. 

'Ahhh!'

He began to sob, when he looked at his hand, which had a slight cut, and was showing blood. Anyone would simply ignore it, but for the boy, who had been distraught at even a slight injury, it was a big deal. You can't complain. 

Hearing the sobs and soft cries of the boy, a door of an otherwise empty classroom opened at a distance, and a few shuffling steps were taken, before Jungkook finally looked up with his now red, puffy eyes, and a big ass pout displayed on his lips. 

All the people in front of him were almost tackled in their hearts, seeing the bunny-like boy who looked so squishy. One of them, bent low and looked at the boy, who was looking back at him. 

'What happened, hmm?'

'Kwookie gwot bwoo-bwoo...'

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The silence ended, when the elder boy looked at the younger with a soft smile and turned back to look at one of his friends,

'Get me my bag, chim.' 

Jimin looked back at his Hyung and then at the boy before nodding slightly, and running back to the classroom, whose door was still wide open, making the sunlight pour into the corridor. 

As in Jungkook's eyes, as soon as the short boy, named Chim? Maybe, but as soon as he ran away, Jungkook felt a touch on his cheek which made him back away, almost instantly. Scared, he was, why? The boy in front of him had a soft gaze, but the one just behind him was glaring at Jungkook. 

'Where's the wound, little one?'

Jungkook forwarded his palm, almost immediately, as if he was about to slap the other.

Soon the short boy named Chim, returned, with a school bag in his hand, and handed it to the one in front of Jungkook. 

'What are you doing Jin?'

'Can't you see, Joon? Treating the boy?' 'This might sting a bit, but it's okay. Alright?'- he added to the little boy.

Jungkook nodded but hissed almost immediately when the antiseptic touched his skin. He began to cry again. 

JIMIN- It's just a tiny cut, why are you crying like you got a whole damn bullet shot? Huh? 

The one beside him laughed, agreeing, but Jungkook just sobbed. It really hurt, especially as his skin was damn sensitive, which caused the area of the cut, to redden and burn. 

Jin put on a bandage on the cut and ruffled the boy's hair. 

JIN- Now this will be fine. Hmm? 

Jungkook said something but the others didn't hear it. 

JIN- What did you say? 

JUNGKOOK- Kwookie swaid thwank ywou...

Jin chuckled softly and helped the boy stand up. 

'Ahha!'

Another boy bent and began to tie Jungkook's shoelaces.

'This is the reason you fell, boy.' 

'Let's go, Hoseok.'

Hoseok nodded. When the shoelaces were done, the boy stood up and gave a beaming smile to the younger, which made Jungkook show his bunny smile too, the boo-boo long forgotten. 

JIN- We'll go now, take care. *patting Jungkook's head* 

They turned, but Jungkook immediately rummaged in his pockets, taking out a small packet from his front pocket, and immediately opened it, popping out two small candies wrapped in paper. He took quick steps towards the boys, who had entered the classroom. 

The door was slightly open, so he entered and handed Jin and the boy named Hoseok, the candies and looked at them slightly, before turning and making his way out, forgetting to close the door, which made the others see his hopping figure making his way to the end of the corridor. 

The 6 sat still for some time, before,

JIN- He's so damn cuteeee!!!!! -he squealed.

However, he was oblivious of the one person who was burning in anger and another one being irritated.

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'HEY, YOU!'

Jungkook turned to look back, confusion written over his face, as he saw a familiar face. But alas! He wasn't familiar with the name of the guy in front of him. 

'What are you staring at? Huh?'

Jungkook looked around and then back at the guy, before muttering a small,

'Kwookie is conphused.' 

The boy in front of him felt something smushy in his gut, but he ignored the feeling. 

'Listen here, you git! I want you to stay away from my group!'

Jungkook looked down at his feet before looking straight in the eyes of the boy, which made the latter slightly lose his hold over his stature. 

'Dwid Kwookie dwo wong?'

' What?!'

'Kwookie dwon't know wut chu twalkin bout...'

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'Aish! Alright, you remember the boy who applied that bandaid and the boy who tied your shoelaces?'

Jungkook nodded with a wide bunny smile beaming on his face. 

'I want you to stay away from them, from the whole group. If I saw you with them again, I swear I'll do something which will scare the crap out of you.' -he said in an intimidating way.

It took a few seconds before the little's boy's eyes swelled up with tears. He was scared, was an outline. He had thought that they would be his friends. They were so nice, at the two whom he had given candies. 

'Aww, are you crying little boy?' 

Jungkook shook his head, before rubbing his eyes. If it weren't have been for jealousy and hate, the tall guy in front of him would have been cooing over the cuteness, with the small button nose red, and cheeks flushed. Could anyone look even cute while crying? This cute?! 

(MIND ME, THE AUTHOR IS UWU'ING PRETTY BAD)

'Kwookie wan' frwiends, but chu hwate mwe...' 

'Yes, I hate you. Because of you, no one has noticed me, they are all talking about you, at least my hyungs. I know what you want by faking your innocence. Just stay away from them, in case you don't want anything bad happening to you!' 

With that, the boy turned his heel, and went to his respective place, smirking, and whistling. His work was done, he need not worry. 

Meanwhile, Jungkook sat on the floor itself, crying, with his head between his legs. It was a moment before he stopped, and began to stare at his hands. His head was beginning to ache a bit, so he simply stood up and went to the nurse's room, as he was told, he could go there when he felt bad. 

The nurse was doing her work and saw the bunny boy, she came to him, asking if anything was wrong. The bunny boy whispered, 

'Kwookie ish shleepy...'

The nurse ruffled his hair, and motioned him to lie down on the nurse's bed, and sleep. And that's what he did. 

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It was evening, and Jungkook was waiting for his mother to come over to pick him up. She had called the principal telling her that she was busy with something and that she'd be around an hour late. There was no problem as such, for the principal had given the boy, a bottle of his favorite banana milk with some crisps, that he could eat in the meantime. And so, he sat, under the same big tree, where those big boys had sat. He was sipping via straw slowly, in deep thought. 

'Mwaybe, thwey dwon't lwike kwookie...but...Kwookie woves twhem. Wut swhould Kwookie dwo? Hmm? Owkiee! Kwookie will give twhem cwandies and twalk two twhem...yeshh! Mmm...nana miku sho yummmmiee'- he delved into his thoughts.

(DON'T TOUCH ME~ I'M SOFT~~~~)