The boy who stinks || TaeKooK

B-1

"Jungkook!"

"I'm coming, mom!" Jungkook answered from his room, his voice loud and hoarse. It beamed from his room all the way to the kitchen where his mother was. He sounded as if he had just woke up but was in a rush.

"Jungkook, get over here now!" His mother yelled, her voice annoyed in worry as she quickly packed what seemed to be jungkooks lunch box.

She had cooked fried rice previous night and had stored it in a heated container. She packed it in jungkooks lunch box along with three banana milk bottles, two apples and a water bottle. She hurriedly put them in, not caring about the order then zipped the bag.

"Mom," Jungkook whined, rushing down the stairs while buttoning his shirt. "Why didn't you wake me up?" He asked, his lips pouty, his gaze focused on tucking in his white shirt into his loose black jeans. He looked up to see his mother placing his lunch box in his book bag.

"I am not responsible for waking you up now, Son," His mother lectured, "You should've set your alarm last night, knowing it was your first day. Now look, you're late on your first day."

"I forgot," Jungkook dared to whine as he sat down on the door step, wearing his black boots. A pout was yet still evident on his face and he frowned, his cheeks red in embarassment.

Yesterday, he was quite excited he was going to his dream school, that of course, didn't need him to talk. All he needed was skills, his creativity and his mind; his talent. The school of arts. There, Jungkook is chasing his dreams, chasing some kind of hope, some kind of change.

He remembers going to use the bathroom last night, having in mind that he needed to set an alarm after. But as he was using the bathroom, he sat there, overthinking about his first day of school, despite being excited.

He couldn't help but think how different it would be from elementary, or how similar it would be. those thoughts had his heart clenching, and his stomach burning with nervousness. What if, he gets berated over and over again? What if elementary repeats itself? And worst of all, what if it comes to the point where he has to take off his mask? He couldn't risk that. That can't happen,

ever.

No one will ever know his breath stinks.

Jungkook will go to school, be like one of those nerds who always goes to school unnoticed, mind their own business and comes back home. He plans to never speak under that mask unless the situation deems it because if he has a voice, he should use it as his mother had told him.

His mother couldn't handle seeing the younger in pain, she couldn't help but be afraid that if he acted as if he couldn't speak, jungkook would forget he had a voice and become something close to a mute. She was afraid of never hearing that sweet voice of his, so jungkook promised her, he will never forget to speak and is grateful to be able to speak so he will use it whenever he can. But mostly in the house.

Thinking about all of these that night, got him nervous, and scared that when he went to lay on his bed, he forgot to set an alarm; yet it took him two hours to finally be able to sleep and when he woke up, he felt his head pound like crazy, but then he remembered, he had school.

He looked at his timer and it was thirty minutes passed the time school was supposed to start. He cursed himself to death as he quickly did his morning routine.

"Do want something to eat?" His mother asked, taking a banana milk from the fridge, knowing very well that's what jungkook wanted.

"Milk," Jungkook mumbled, enough for his mother to hear. He quickly tied his shoes and took his book bag from his moms hand along with the banana milk. "Thank you mommy."

"Aw, my baby," His mother cooed, patting his head and jungkooks cheeks heated. He swatted her hands away lightly, a shy pout evident on his face as he walked towards the door. "Let's go. I'm going to be late."

His mother shook her head amusingly and took her keys, walking towards her son who was putting on his mask, making sure it covered every part of his nose, to his chin, that you couldn't even tell he had a mouth.

It pained her to see him wearing that thing so called a mask. Her heart clenched knowing her son was insecure, was facing hardships because of his breath. She knew everything happening in his life and because there was barely much she could do, sometimes she cried herself to sleep. All the while mumbling, what went wrong? He doesn't deserve this. It must've been my fault.

Forever guilty Jeon Sunyi pecked jungkooks forehead and with a slight smile, in a soft voice, she said, "Let's go my baby."

Jungkook nodded, his mask high at his nose. He wore his book bag, and followed his mother out of the comfort, the freedom, the happiness of his house and into a world full of Humans of all kinds, rude, mean, kind, ridiculous, some even representing the devil himself and some like angels. A world full of hatred, crimes, judgment, oppression, but if you look closer, there's a couple near who might change your world.

A person who could make your world happy, and worthwhile. A guardian Angel, a kind of person who destiny calls, soulmate.  Soulmate is a person who is tied to your heart, to be by your side through thick and thin, creating happy memories, and worth remembering arguments. In general, a soulmate is a person who shows you a different kind of world known as utopia.

Soulmate.

Jungkook will never have one.

Well at least that's what he thinks. He doesn't know what is written in the books of fate. He doesn't know how his future will be like and that's the struggle and the curiosity of the living. But jungkook could careless because he had lost all hope. There's no hope left in him, not the slightest and he isn't the happiest at all.

As long as he has halitosis, he has no happiness,

And No soulmate.

Because who will like such person? He's not good looking and he has feminine features. Thick thighs, and quite a small waist for a boy and a plumb bubble butt, not to mention his face that resembles a bunny. How is he going to get a girlfriend with that kind of feminine physic? And when he doesn't even know how to create a conversation, Is shy and insecure. Who will comfort him? Who's going to handle his breath? Who's going love him enough for that?

Exactly.

No one.

The world is too judgmental for him.

And he's just to innocent for the world.

He belongs to be somewhere heavenly. Out of this world. But there's is no place as such except heaven itself. And if he wants to get there, there's only one way.

He tried that path already, and it was pointless.

The world has hated jungkook since he was a fetus.

And the world will continue to hate him,

for as long as he's Different.

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