❝ Not everyone is innocent. ❞

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"Jungkook!" The youngest heard, turning around to be greeted by none other than his best friend, Hoseok.

A small smile creeped it's way onto Jungkook's face as he watched the boy in front of him out of breath.

"Hello, Hoseok," Jeon said quietly, but still audible for the elder.  Once Hoseok caught his breath, he latched his arm onto Jungkook's arm, walking with him to the death trap called school.

Though, Jungkook himself didn't mind school.  At all.  In fact, he was practically in love with it.  He loved how kind the teachers were, how respectful his schoolmates were, as well as how funny and jokingly his friends were.  Sure, he did hate a few subjects, like English and math, but it wasn't because of the teachers.  Not one bit.  No, it was more because they were pointless subjects unless you were going to major in something that uses those.  More importantly, who would go to a store and just whip out a piece of paper and pen, while you have a perfectly fine phone calculator?

As the two boys were walking, the height of the large tan bricks came into sight.  Hoseok's laughter died down once he eyed the place, his eyes looping into sleepiness in act.

"Hoseok hyung, have a good day at school," the youngest smiled a refreshing, new bunny smile and left.

Once Jungkook walked into school, you could only help but notice the girls staring at him while biting their lips with seduction hoping they'd be noticed.  Which only caused little Jeon to look down at the tiled floor.  Which trust me, wasn't very interesting. But it was much more interesting than spying girls wanting to be with him.  Don't get me wrong, they absolutely adore and love Jungkook, as well as treat him like a human, just a little overdone with the "Can-I-Get-In-Your-Pants" look.

The tall man flew his way into his designated classroom, greeted with kind smiles and welcomes.

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"Good morning, class.  As you all know, it's time for finals.  Take everything off your desks, and quickly prepare.  You have five minutes," the teacher stated.

Jungkook, being the smart student he is, studied weeks, no, months before the finals came around.  He took the flash cards labeling which finals would be taken the same day, and what was to be studied.  He looked them over, smiling delightfully before placing them neatly into his bag. 

Once everyone took their belongings off the rough desks, the teacher walked around, handing the tests out.

Mrs. Park got to Jeon's desk, setting the paper down with a smile.  Jungkook returned the smile, as well.

He began writing the answers, calculating on every other question.

As he finished quickly, and handed Mrs. Park the test, he noticed the clouds rolling in.  The classroom, now darkened.

He sat back down, opening his book to begin reading until the bell rung thirty minutes later to dismiss the students from the classroom they were caught in.

"Jungkook!" Hoseok smiled, wrapping his arm perfectly around Jungkook's shoulder.

"Hey, hyung," The younger said, walking to his locker to get his clothes for PE.

The bell ran through the students and teachers ears once more, signifying to get the next class. And quickly.

Jungkook waved goodbye to Hoseok, running down the hallway.

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"It's really pouring outside, isn't it?" Namjoon spoke softly, looking out the window of the Library.

"Yup," Jungkook mumbled, focusing on his books, not taking even a glance outside.

"Namjoon hyung, what does this translate to in Korean?" Jungkook licked his dry lips, pointing to a 'difficult' sentence in English.

"Figure it out yourself, Jungkook.  Use the notes I took for you, and apply that to the sentences," Namjoon handed a large notebook filled with English vocabulary and soundings.

Jungkook nodded, looking over the notes carefully.  He continued to look back and forth between the notes and sentence, translating each word into Korean.

"I see," Jungkook mumbled, writing each character down onto the worksheet beautifully and precisely. 

"Thank you," the second year lathered out, closing his books and placing the sheets in a folder.

Once the two were finished studying, they left the library.

"I can bring you home, if you'd like," Namjoon offered.

"Sure, thank you," Jungkook eye-smiled, bowing.

The duo rushed out to Namjoon's unlocked car, climbing in rapidly.  As he started the car, Namjoon turned on the radio.  It was a bit staticky, thus because of the storm happening outside.  Once the car rolled its way onto the road, people were running to get home.

Except one person.

His hood was on, sitting a bench facing the road.  His head was down, picking at his some dried blood left on his hands.

Jungkook told Namjoon to stop the car, which he obeyed to do.  Jungkook opened the door, grabbing an umbrella from the back.

He headed over to the stranger, placing the umbrella over the both of them. The stranger looked at him with a curious face, stopping from the blood-picking.

"Hi, I'm Jungkook.  I'm sorry if I bothered you.  Why are you out in the rain?  You'll get wet," The younger questioned.

"It's peaceful."

"You should get home, stranger.  You could get sick," Jungkook assured.

"I'm fine as I am, Jeon.  Thanks for your concern."

"At least get home soon!" He giggled.

"I'll think about it."

Namjoon looked back at Jungkook, noticing the boy he was talking to.  He ran up to Jungkook, grabbing his hand and glaring slightly at hooded figure.

"Jungkook, lets go,"  Namjoon growled lowly, pulling him away.

"Hyung, let me go,"  Jungkook snapped, pulling his wrist away from Namjoon.  He ran back over to the boy, who was busy staring at him.

"Here," Jungkook handed the black umbrella over to the elder, a smile still evident across his bunny-like face.

"I'm sorry about my rude friend," Jungkook gestured towards Namjoon, "He's weird."

"Thanks."

"What's your name?" Jungkook fluttered his eyes, staring down at him.

"I'm Kim Taehyung." 

"Can I have your number?" Taehyung inquired, still blank faced.  Jungkook, who looked slightly shocked, smiled quickly.  Taking the phone out of Taehyung's hands, he clicked the phone app and landed his number into place. 

Jungkook set his name on Taehyung's phone as 'Kookie♥️'

Handing the phone gently back to Taehyung, thunder set out a loud warning.  Jungkook looked away from Taehyung, noticing the sidewalk completely empty except for him, Taehyung, and Namjoon.

The slippery road was filled with cars, on the other hand.  Cars honking their horns, wanting to get home as soon as possible to change into new clothes. 

"I'll be leaving now, Tae!" Jungkook waved slightly, waiting for a response from the man two years older.

"Goodbye."

"See you later!" Jungkook replied once more, rushing back to Namjoon's Black Honda Civic.

Jungkook hopped in the passenger seat, swinging the seat belt over his body.

Namjoon copied his movements.

"Jungkook, do you know even who he is?" Namjoon shuddered, starting the car back up.

"He is Kim Taehyung," Jungkook giggled, thinking about his cold attire.

"He's called mental, Jungkook.  You should really stay away from him.  It's not safe for you to be around him," Namjoon advised.

"I don't think he's mental," Jungkook shrugged.

"If you look up the word mental in the dictionary, his face and name will pop up."

"Namjoon hyung, you don't have to be so rude!" Jungkook scoffed.

"I'm just trying to look out for you, Jungkook," Namjoon assured, driving into the traffic of cars.

"I am fine, and so is TaeTae!  There is nothing to worry about.  TaeTae and I will be perfectly fine and have no issues!" Jungkook yelled, looking away from Namjoon.

"Tell me that when he tries to kill you," Namjoon uttered.

"TaeTae won't try to kill me, he's not like that!"

"Already have a nickname for him?" Namjoon started, "You don't even know him.  You guys literally just met."

"Yeah, and you don't know him either.  So how would you know if he's a killer, if he's mental?  Exactly, you don't!" Jungkook screeched out.

The two stayed quiet for the rest of ride to Jungkook's house, only music playing lightly lit their ears.

Once Namjoon reached the said's house, Namjoon frowned.  Jungkook unbuckled harshly, gripping his bag and not even saying a goodbye as he slammed the door closed.

If he closed it any harder, Namjoon could've swore the door with have broken off.

Whiling driving away from the large house, Namjoon whispered while rushing one hand through his purple-ish brown hair.

"Good luck."