| | CHAPTER TWO | |
Green, Brown, Blue, Grey
"The rainbow is our Green nature's graffiti, drawn with random perfection into any dreary, monotonous Blue sky. Though it comes when it rains. It proves that even on Grey and Brown days, the boldest of colors can leap."
song recs:
Best of Me ~ BTS
Chicken Tendies ~ Clinton Kane
Jungkook dragged his feet to school.
Don't get him wrong, he liked school. It was okay.
But he hated getting up early and going there to learn stuff that wouldn't help him with anything in life.
He walked the bright hallways. The hallways were probably his favorite part of school. They had so many different colors, the walls, locker locks, the things that hung on the walls and all the diversity that quickly moved around to get to their classes. He loved everyone's hair, even if it was just brown or blonde, he loved what they did with it. Everyone calls buns buns, and ponytails ponytails, when everyone does them differently. Some like their buns looser, some like their braids tight. Some gel their hair, some just wake up and let the wind do their hair.
Jungkook really loved it.
He quickly dropped his stuff in his locker and grabbed his necessary books.
Classes went on like normal.
Freshmen's trying to be clowns and get everyone to laugh,
Sophomores actually paying attention or not even giving the teacher a glance,
Juniors minding their business being on their phones or reading a book,
and more than half of the Seniors looking like they were seriously considering dropping out, Jungkook included.
(Don't tell anyone he said that.)
He lazily stared at the board the teacher was currently writing on, not actually paying attention. He would rather draw than learn this bullshit, school would be out soon anyway. They already took all their tests (spoiler, Jungkook did excellent), everything was done. Why the fuck were they still learning?
Suddenly, Jungkook heard the sound of a door opening. The door was at the back of the classroom, like he was, and on the same side as him. He threw his head back and looked up at the person, only to see someone staring right back down at him.
The first thing he noticed was his half-and-half hair, then his dark and thick eyebrows, then his big eyes, then the slope of his nose, then the plumpness of his light pink lips.
How could he describe this person?
Beautiful wouldn't have done it for him.
He was gorgeous, flawless in his eyes, perfection. His very being was carefully crafted and very much appreciated.
Jungkook could stare at him all day cause, gosh, he was so damn lovely.
It wasn't till the boy cleared his throat and glanced up that Jungkook snapped out of his daze. He put his head back down only to see that all eyes were directed this way. He convinced himself that they were all staring at the man that just entered the room, but when the man made his way to the front of the classroom some eyes followed him, and others stayed on the boy he was just staring intensely at.
Jungkook gulped and slide down in his seat.
The teacher clapped her hands to gain the classes attention, which she already had. "Alright class, I'd like you to meet someone!" She nodded at the boy.
He instantly bowed his head. "Hi, I'm Taehyung Kim. I am going to be your assistant teacher for a few months just to get the ropes of everything. If you need help with anything just ask me."
Hands shot up in the air and the room erupted in whispers. Taehyung called on a blue haired boy Jungkook knew as Jimin Park.
"How old are you? Also, I like your eyes. Brown is very pretty." Taehyung's face seemed to darken when he said 'brown'.
"What are you talking about Jimin, his eyes are green."
"Yeah, a dark one!"
"You guys are crazy his eyes are blue."
"What the hell? No his eyes are hazel!"
"Uh. . . no they are a dark blue."
Taehyung ignored all the talking and nodded his head at Jimin. "I am 21."
Meanwhile, Jungkook was confused. The boy had grey eyes. How did everyone else mistake that for those random colors? Jungkook wondered if someone would say his hair was orange. Were they just trying to be funny? They all seemed so sure of their answers though. . .
"Settle down class," Mrs. Skylar said as she clapped her hands once more, "you can ask Mr. Kim about his eyes after class. Back to work."
Mr. Kim made his way through the isles and took a seat at the desk at the far side of the class. None of the students desks were near his island, so if they wanted to talk to him they'd either have to get up or use their outside voice.
Jungkook wondered if the man would find him weird if he asked him to pose for a drawing.
. . . .
Jungkook sat at his lunch table alone like usual. He drew random things that appeared in his mind.
Animals,
eyes,
houses,
lamps.
Anything to take his mind off his hunger, as he forgot his lunch money (again, but everyone doesn't need the full details now do they?).
After sketching a decent five pictures, he propped himself up on his fist and blankly looked around the cafeteria. Everyone was with friends, or they were thriving in being alone but not lonely.
Jungkook did want to stand and walk over to a random table just to be surrounded by people, but if he did then he'd just be lonely while he wasn't alone. Just between you and him, Jungkook hated that feeling. So, he sat alone, drew alone, observed alone. Normal, that was the word he would use. He was used to being alone.
He was alone. . . until someone decided to sit down at his lunch table.
Jungkook stared back into the eyes of Jimin Park, a boy who had never even glanced his way before. Jimin was popular in a way, everyone knew who he was and he had a decently big circle of friends that he seemed to get along with. Why was he with Jungkook?
"Hey, I know you don't know me-" He started but Jungkook cut him off.
"I know who you are Jimin."
The boy just quickly nodded and held up his hand to stop him from talking. "Yeah, yeah, okay. But I have a serious question like, I'm seriously loosing my mind over here." Jungkook nodded for him to continue.
"What color is Mr. Kim's hair and eyes?"
Taehyung heard the question again. He glanced over towards the voice that asked and saw that boy Jimin and the brown haired boy he didn't know the name of, both were in his second bell. He knew the boys answer wouldn't be the one he was hoping for, but he was always curious about what people's type were.
The boy looked over at him, catching him staring, but neither looked away. Jimin was too busy staring at the boy, awaiting an answer, to look where he was looking.
"His hair is two toned. Half pink and half blonde," Jungkook mumbled. Jimin's eyebrows sky-rocketed. "His eyes are a dark stormy grey."
Jimin groaned, gaining the boys attention. "Is today mess with Jimin day or something?"
Jungkook shrugged, not paying him much attention. He was more curious about that look Taehyung gave him when he said how he looked. His eyes almost seemed to light up? His face rose with wonder and a little bit of shock.
Instead of saying goodbye and leaving, Jimin stayed and talked to the boy that always sat alone. Jungkook was very easy to talk to. About everyone that was attracted to men he knew had a crush on the boy, but said he was unapproachable.
That definitely wasn't it, he completely drew in the people around him and was always so bright. He had dark brown hair that had red streaks in the sunlight and dark brown eyes that were hazel with any light. He had small lips that always seemed to be in a permanent pout and changed pink tones when he moistened them. He had huge eyes and a small button-like nose.
He always wore colorful loose clothing. Sometimes his jeans were littered with paint. He was also the only person he's been going to school with since elementary school that hadn't dyed his hair in anyway.
Jungkook was cute in elementary school but he was certainly beginning to be really gorgeous.
"So, you like to draw?" Jimin asked, noticing his notebook. Jungkook nodded cautiously. He really hoped the boy wouldn't ask to see. Jimin simply chuckled. "Don't worry, I know how you artists are about your art." Jungkook visibly relaxed, though that only lasted about a second because someone decided to put their hand on his shoulder.