Flower Boy [JIKOOK][COMPLETE]

Chapter 1: A new life.

Jungkook:

This is it. The beginning of my life...
my new life anyway.

This time, I wouldn't get it wrong.

I start to unpack my things from the many cardboard boxes we have scattered around the new house.
I'm sick of all these boxes really.
All I can think about recently are cardboard boxes, which ones I need to unpack, which ones go where. I can't wait to be rid of them, to be settled in to our new home here in Busan. A new life for just me, Mum, Dad, my older brother Jung-hyun and my little dog Gureum.

As I unpack the pictures of memories from my old life out onto my desk,
I think back to all the people I left behind. All the nice ones anyway. Although I should be happy, I can't help but feel a little guilty.

Me and my family decided to move here once it had all become too much for me - the bullying that is.

Back in Daegu, people didn't seem to...well, get me. I have been openly gay for about 4 years now, and I guess it gave reason for some of the students to start a hate campaign against me. Not that I helped myself out to be honest, dressing wildly with cherry pink highlights in my hair complete with my daily eyeliner. Sometimes, on special occasions I even went through the effort of adding wings. Too bad I can't make my wings long enough to fly away from my problems. Ha.

It wasn't all bad though, I did have a group of close friends who stuck with me throughout school. Taehyung was my best friend, and we had actually dated for about a year before he moved to Busan too about a year ago - I even think I'll be attending the school he goes to. Regardless of the few friends
I  had, the bullying had escalated, the last straw being a huge, not-so-nice spray paint message left on the side of my house one day.

My family had often talked about moving here to Busan, as most of my relatives live here. But me being bullied seemed like a good enough reason to get out of Daegu and have a fresh start. They're wonderful, really, all of them accepting of who I am. They've sacrificed so much for me, leaving everything they had back in Daegu behind for me.

'Kookie!' Mum shouts from downstairs, 'Come help me move this!'

'One second!' I yell back, quickly unpacking my G-Dragon pillow. We're dating, obviously, but I just haven't got round to telling him yet. But really who needs those kind of technicalities.

I bound downstairs, almost tripping on another cardboard box on the way down. Ugh, I can't wait to have it all unpacked. I walk into the living room to go find Mum, admiring the new house as I go. It might just be the nicest house I've ever lived in. Back in Daegu, the house was small and we didn't even have enough rooms for us all, meaning I had to share a room with my brother. It was okay since majority of the time he was away, but when he was back there was a lot of disagreement.
He didn't appreciate my BigBang obsession. I didn't appreciate his inability to recognise good music.

My new room's exactly what I always wanted. Mainly because it was my own room, but also because it was spacious with a window seat that looked out onto the street below. In fact the whole house was pretty big, an upgrade for sure.

I see Mum in the kitchen unpacking plates and walk up to her. Compared to me she's tiny, my height dwarfing her even more. She has her long dark hair tied up in a long ponytail, and a little frilly checkered apron on. She turns to face me.

'Took you long enough - here help me with these boxes, they're too heavy for me to carry alone.'
I bend down and start moving the boxes from the floor to the table.

'I think you'll like it here Kookie.' She begins. I can't help but cringe at my nickname, but I guess it's okay when she says it because it is my mum after all. Just not when she says it in front of my friends though.

'It's a new start for all of us,' she continues, 'and I rang Taehyung's mum, he attends the school you'll be going to - isn't that great? You already have one friend there.'

'That's great Mum.' I say, trying to sound enthusiastic but really I was dying inside. I start my new school tomorrow, and honestly I was dreading it. I'm sure it will be fine, but I can't help but be prepared for the worst.
I just don't want a repeat of Daegu...

After helping Mum unpack the new dishes in the kitchen, I run back up to my room and collapse on the bed, staring at my pillow. Almighty G-Dragon, please hear my prayers and save me at school tomorrow. I sigh. I've already come up with at least 134 reasons as to why tomorrow could be a disaster. Where do I go? Who do I hang around with? Where do I sit? What if I die?

I hate doing this. Every time I ever do anything remotely new or different,
I can't help but over assess everything. Every little detail, ten times over.

I just have to keep thinking, no matter how dreadful tomorrow is, no matter how embarrassed I could be, it won't kill me and I'll still be alive at the end of it. Unless worry number 37 comes true...

Before long I'm called down for dinner. My family don't eat together too often, but my brother was visiting home for the first time in months, meaning a family dinner is called for. He's been doing his service time in the military, meaning he's rarely home. Dad's job too means he spends a lot of time away. Most of the time it's just me and Mum at home. Oh and Gureum. He follows me, barking at my feet as I come downstairs and sit down at the table, joining my family.

'Ah, Jungkook,' my dad begins, putting down his spoon to stop eating.
'Looking forward to tomorrow?'

'Sure.' I lie, hanging my head down and picking at my food. Jung-hyun shoves my arm, nearly knocking my spoon out of my hand. He can be so annoying sometimes. 'HEY!' I snap back, snatching my arm away.

'Liar.' He replies, pushing me again before Mum starts to hit both of us with her spoon to quieten us down, muttering something about the struggle of having to live with three men. Once her attack ceases he continues.

'Listen, if I can be brave enough to be in the military, you can get through tomorrow at school okay?' He says, more comforting this time, before stuffing more food in his mouth. I guess he was right...

'Hey,' Dad calls. I look up from my food to face him. 'It'll be fine.'

He says it so sincerely I almost believe him. Almost. In reality no one could know that. I finish eating and retreat to my room.

I say a final prayer to G-Dragon, and somehow between the worrying and panicking, fall asleep.