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Growing Up Sucks

Summary:

It all started when Jeon Jeongguk was 12 years old. Getting older wasn't at all as fun as the world made it out to be.

Notes:

Im writing this story based on my life basically- i know middle school age is a bit young but alot happend at that time in my life and ive wanted to turn it into a story for years now and im finally doing it since the people in my life remind me of bangtan so i hope you enjoy this story about youth, love and friendship.

Chapter 1: chapter 1

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If I touch your hand, even if it's all at once. It seems like it'll all become crumbs.
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It all started when I entered middle school. I had moved from a private charter school to a public one. It was insane and way larger than what I was used to, but whats worse is that I'm a complete introvert and was being enrolled when it was already a month into the school year.
Everyone was already familiar with each other and I had just randomly appeared. It was terrifying. Most of the day was a blur, honestly can you blame me. All that happend today was the teachers giving me handouts that everyone had gotten a month ago.
I was always worried about making friends. Usually I was a lone wolf, I didn't like to be alone it made me feel like i shouldn't go at all. Which is childish but well I am a child and if people always stared at you with judging eyes while you sat by your lonesome, avoiding you like you had some sort of contagious disease. It would make you feel pretty shitty too.
Luckily in my performing arts class a couple of really nice people invited me to sit by them.
They introduced themselves to me and tried to get to know me but it was short lived as the next week we had assigned seating and they found better people to hang around I suppose. I wasn't that interesting honestly. I was just a nerd, and not even the smart kind. The loser that plays with Yu-Gi-Oh cards and gets angry and screams at video games type.
I always hated assigned seats. I was always seated next to the loud trouble maker types that always talk about dicks yet are homophobic pieces of shit and wear ugly expensive clothing.
Thank god that was not the case this time.
I was assigned next to a girl and a boy in the front row. The girl on my left had immediately started conversing with me.
"Hey! I'm Kim Yerim" She had said smiling from ear to ear.
I stared awkwardly at her for a few moments, processing that she probably expected me to respond.
"H-hey I'm Jeon Jeongguk nice to meet you."
"Haha cute." She said, referring to my stutter.
I wanted to die. Why did i stutter? Ugh. The life of being a shy awkward almost teen. I'm just not used to being approached. Also there's the fact that I'm like high-key scared of girls in general so.
Great. Now I made it weird by not responding but what was I soposed to say to that? She had already started talking to another girl anyway. Whatever.
I glanced at the boy on my right, He had the natural brown hair that almost everyone had but at the same time the hue and texture of it was unique. It was like browns and blondes mixed making an almost dark flaxen color.
I didn't get a good look at his face because I didn't want him to catch me staring and think I'm more of a weirdo than I already was.
The bell rang and the day flew by. I was on my way to my last class for the day- choir. I was seated next to a boy who was super friendly I actually felt less awkward around him than anyone else I had met that day.
"Hey, I heard you're new here right? Im Wonho" The boy said with a friendly smile.
I giggled a bit back. "Hi Wonho, I'm jeongguk." Wonho was an easy person to talk to, he asked me to have lunch with him and his friends, and I joined but I was mostly mute the whole time.
I guess I just I felt out of place, like I was meant to be somewhere else.

About a week or so in, the boy from my performing arts class had got my attention.
He was drawing something I couldn't see what is was just yet but I couldn't tear my eyes away. The way his hand sliced across the paper like a mixture of cotton and knives, it was intriguing.
I didn't say anything to the boy, I just watched. Watched the flick of his wrist on the paper. The strokes were harsh but on paper they came out soft. I was mesmerized, bewildered by his talent at such a young age.

He was almost done with one of his creations, I could see an anime styled boy in a dinosaur hoodie. Cute, I thought. Backtracking wait, is he into anime?? Oh jeez. I felt adrenaline rush through me. When I was in grade school I would always get bullied for liking nerdy stuff like video games, anime, manga etc. I felt like maybe I should befriend this boy. Maybe this time it'll be different, maybe he will accept the real me.
"You're really amazing at drawing" I suddenly blurted out dazed with out really noticing I had said it out loud.
He turned his head to me his cheeks pulled up into a smile, his eyes turning into crescent moons. "Thank you." Was all he said but my heart was beating like crazy. My cheeks were lightly powdered with red because wow he was handsome, like a modal.
If I ran my finger along his jawline I'd probably get cut. and he was just plain gorgeous to say the least.
"U-um I'm Jeon Jeongguk by the way." He replied. "Pleasure to meet you Jeongguk, my name is Park Jimin" Jimin. That was a very nice name.

I went to sleep with a smile on my face knowing I'd definitely want to talk to this Park Jimin more.

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