After Jimin and Taehyung left, Jungkook remained with Jin. Jin didn't leave the corner he'd earlier been but stayed with his head bowed like he was embarrassed or something.

Jungkook was still curious why Jin had had an anxiety attack, especially one as severe as this. Jin was the strongest person Jungkook knew. The rudest, most irritating but strongest, nonetheless. He carried himself like nothing in the world could hurt or affect him, like a robot. And Jungkook had almost believed it.

This was different. This was strange. It was human. For the first time, Jin seemed more human to Jungkook than he ever had. He was strong but he was also weak and vulnerable.

On the drive home, Jin was quiet. Usually, Jin barely said a word to Jungkook unless he was scolding him or giving him an instruction from his parents or otherwise.

But this was not the same silence that normally existed between them, the one born off irritation, anger and hate. This was different.

Jungkook felt something shift inside him, he felt himself glance over to Jin, who was in the passenger seat, to make sure he was okay. He'd never felt such compassion towards him before because Jin never struck him as someone who needed it.

To Jungkook, Jin was the hardened kind that needed no one. He walked like the whole world around him could catch fire and he'd be completely fine being on his own.

And then to see him the way he'd done earlier, helpless and delicate like an egg to be carefully picked and placed. He felt bad altogether.

It made him wonder if he should have told Jin the truth earlier, that he wasn't the one who told his mother that he'd been arrested. He had no idea who had told her, but had not been shocked that she knew. Information came easily to his parents with the kind of security and connection that they had.

Jungkook shook his head. What was he doing? This was Jin. Annoying, coconut head Jin. They hated each other. This was just a minor bump, a little break. After today, they'd fall back into routine of hating each other. That was their nature.

Parking in front of his parents' big mansion, Jungkook killed the engine of the car. "Okay. We're here," he said, like Jin was too blind to see they had in-fact gotten home.

Nodding, Jin said, "Listen, this doesn't happen frequently. It's happened like once in my life, and then today. I promise it would never happen again, and it won't have to tell on my ability to deliver on my duties ever again."

"I'm not complaining."

"You'll never have to," Jin said, in a promising tone. "Thank you for driving. Please forget today ever happened."

Wow, such loving words of appreciation. No one did it better than this guy. Jungkook frowned, gripping the wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"You can go in, I'll take over from—" Without waiting for Jin to spew whatever else he had to say, Jungkook snatched his backpack from the backseat, climbed out of the car and slammed the door behind him.

He stormed into the house and headed straight for his room, ignoring the greetings from his parents' staff on his way. His entire body itched with irritation.

A little break? Yeah, right. Jin would die if he didn't piss Jungkook off. It was like, he'd been sent from the darkest part of hell to torment Jungkook. The boy was as ghastly as demons came.

He pushed the thought of Jin away as he stepped into the calm, comfort of his room.

He tossed his bag on the bed, pulled out his chair from where it was nestled against his reading desk and sat down, tapping on the space bar of his keyboard and bringing his large screen to life. He typed in his password and the previous dilemma of the previous night welcomed him back with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Jungkook groaned, cradling his head in his hands. He could already feel a headache forming at his right temple. He loved writing but this particular writer's block was insane! He knew he had to try to combat it seeing as he'd passed his deadline for submission. He had a lot of work facing him that night.

So, he called down to the kitchen for his dinner to be brought up, along with some Paracetamol for his headache, while he went to his bathroom for a hot shower. Jungkook returned 20 minutes later to a tray of steaming, appetizing looking meals that enveloped the citrusy scent of his room with it's own distinct aroma, waiting on the coffee table.

He loosened the rope of his robe and settled into the warm couch, the feel so much cozier than the soft leather of his reading chair. He relaxed to eat his meal when his phone vibrated on his table. It seemed so far away so rather he grabbed his apple watch from on top the coffee table where he's earlier tossed it and read the notification, it was from the Head of Security.

Lee HOS: Good evening, Sir. This is to remind you of the retreat with the President's son this weekend. Jin has been instructed to bring you to the airport after school on Friday. Please, be ready and available. Have a good night.

Jungkook tossed the watch back on the table and picked up his fork to resume eating. He couldn't believe there were people who wanted this life. People who wanted this silly fame and the chaos it came with.

The endless interviews, annoying photoshoots that left him dizzy and disoriented for hours, persistent paparazzi that followed him everywhere he went, documenting his life and showing it to the world like he was some kind of exotic animal in a zoo.

He wasn't even that interesting. He barely responded to them. On occasion, he waved to the 'fans' but he barely spared them a minute of his time after that, because he'd rather be anywhere else than catering to the needs of people who, deep down, didn't give a shit about him.

He was envious of people who didn't have to live like this. People behind the scenes that had a semblance of privacy and peace of mind that he lacked and desperately needed.

Sometimes he wondered what the hell Jin was always mad about. The dude had the will to do whatever he wanted and no one would bat an eye. He could bash a car and the only people that would be concerned would be the police.

But Jungkook's life was completely different. As it happened, videos had been recorded and blogs had carried the story of him smashing a fellow students phone at school. What business did the world have with two high school students having a fight, when there was corruption and other important things in the world to report?

Jungkook had no answer for that, but even if he had one, there was nothing he could do about it. This was the life he was handed, he just had to deal with it and accept it that way.