Ch 1. Picture

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Oh right, school.

The blonde had thought first, as soon he opened his eyes. The now alarm he hadn't had to know about for the past two months ringing in his head as he laid on the comfort of his bed

A soft sigh left his lips, before he felt his fingers roam for his phone. Turning of the sound that covered his ears in the early of the morning.

He was starting school again after not being there for 4 months, not missing it a second of these months

Not after he didn't have the ability to form his own words again.

He used to love it, love going to school because in a way it was the only place he had felt like he was the happiest. Sometimes he can't go back to remembering, to know how it was to be able to say something

To anyone, he just wanted to

He slowly got up from the bed, his crumbled fists wiping away the sleep from his blurred eyes, the early light in the room making him let out a small yawn before he let his feet drag him out of the bed, leaving the soft fabric

He was going back, but this time he felt himself the most alone, his fingers playing with the hem of his light shirt as his eyes had fell upon his dull wall, sinking of his eyelids as he gazed at it

He was going back now, and looking at the picture on his wall, that faced him everyday with the memories playing in his mind, he knew he had to face it again, face him again.

See Jungkook again

"Don't cry Tae bear, I won't let anyone hurt you"

The older told, his fingers softly caressing away the tears that had stained the little boys cheek that he didn't like seeing on his face

He had came running to their secret tree house, they built by the abandoned garden in their neighborhood, the house they would spend every minute together in

His small feet dragging, tears staining his cheeks after his parent's had fought the most that day, the screams and shouting paining his ears.

"I-I want to live here Jungkookie"

It was something that always happened in his house, but knowing the dark haired boy was always there for him at the end of it made him feel okay

And the touch of his slightly larger arms pulling his small body against his own, felt so safe.

"I wish that too"

A/N

first ch and a little background of their childhood memories

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