his name
Jungkook was turning 12, it was the day he would get the names on his wrist. This had been a day his parents had been talking about since he was a little kid. When you hit the age of puberty, his parents had explained to him, two names would appear on his wrists. One side would have the name of his future lover, the next of his enemy. You wouldn’t know the difference, the orders are randomized, but you would eventually find out when it matches with someone new. Today was the day.
Jungkook had been planning his reaction to the names for a long time. What if one of the names were somebody he knew?? His crush, maybe? Not that he had one. He didn’t really reach puberty yet, after all.
Today was the day. Jungkook decided to stay up until midnight to see it fade into view. He heard this wasn’t permanent, faded away when you finally met each name. But nonetheless, he was excited to have something so close to a tattoo.
At midnight, Jungkook scrambled out of bed to rush over and grab a lamp, the sit back down on his bed and shine the light on his wrists. He stared as a name faded on slowly.
Kim Taehyung.
Interesting,
He turned to check the next wrist. His excitement was quickly turned to horror when he sees the next name.
Kim Taehyung,
They’re-They’re the same. There must be a mistake.
His mother said there were no mistakes. None. But this one has to be a mistake, right?? Both of them the same name?? Can’t be.
Oh, but it can.
At first sight, I could recognize you
As if we were calling for each other
The DNA in my blood vessels tell me
That it’s you I was looking all over for
Jungkook's spent his entire day in the garden at the back of the school instead of attending classes. This is his junior year of high school now and he's lived with the two names on his wrist for 4 years. It's a bit of a struggle, he has to cover them up somehow so nobody sees the deformity he has. Nobody would really call it a deformity, but Jungkook can't help but think that that's what it is.
The air smells of wet grass and vanilla. Vanilla? That wasn't there before. Jungkook stares at the grass as it sways lightly from the breeze. He picks off a dandelion from the grass and he drops it in his shirt's pocket. He picks out multiple more dandelions and drop them inside that same pocket.
"Why're you picking them up like that? Seriously damages them."
Jungkook jumps a bit from the sound of a voice coming from nowhere. It had a domineering presence to it, it was a low, baritone voice. Caramelly, he would say. It gave Jungkook shivers up his spine and he looked behind to see a guy standing there. He was wearing a checkered black, buttoned up shirt and black, form fitting pants. He had dress boots on and sported a dark backpack, hanging loosely off his shoulder. He pushed down the face mask covering his nose and mouth and he gave Jungkook a smile that resembles a snicker.
"Sorry, they were pretty." Jungkook apologizes and lets out a short, awkward chuckle before looking down at the grass he subconsciously pulled from the ground and is now on the palm of his hand.
"Have you been here all day?" The guy asks, voice gruff. Jungkook nods slowly, not sure why he's admitting to it. Even if this guy did rat him out, he didn't really care about getting in trouble.
"The flowers are pretty. Though I'd take some pictures or something." he says, holding up the camera beside him. The guy eyes it silently, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
"Take some pictures then. Don't let me stop you." he finally says and sits down beside him.
Jungkook, cheeks flushed, starts taking pictures of the dandelions quietly, stiffening a bit when feeling the guy's breath on his neck. He must be trying to watch, he assumes, and continues without stopping and looking back. He finally finishes taking pictures and looks at him.
The guy smirks a bit. "You're good at taking pictures."
Jungkok blushes a bit and starts fidgeting with his sleeve. He frowns slightly when seeing the name on his wrist doesn't appear to be as dark as before. Assuming it's all in his head, he just ignores it and looks at the guy.
The guy stands up and walks over to the other side of the garden, then comes back holding a white rose. He hands it to Jungkook and he takes it slowly.
"What's your name anyway?" The guy asks.
"Jungkook."
The guy smiles slightly and says gently, "You're the name on my wrist."
"You're the name on mine."
Taehyung pats the white rose he just gave him and says, "See you around, Jungkook." and he walks off.
Shit.
A/N: Yo wassup wassupppppppppppppppppppppppp
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