♦ room one

*quietly sits on the top bunk*
*lays down and shuts my eyes*

@(c) youngmin "N-no...you shouldn't go, hyung..." Jungkook shook his head frantically. "That will only make it worst...they'll think I'm a big baby..." He whispered to the older, taking the tissues and wiping his tears away. "Don't make me go..." He repeated and hugged his own knees.

Not that he didn't want Youngmin to be by his side, but it would make him seem like he was too dependent, which he was. It seemed like Jungkook depended on his caretaker to help him and comfort him when people were being mean. But he wasn't wrong at all.

Obeying the caretaker's commands, Jungkook rose his arms before hugging himself with the clothes on him. "Thank you, hyung," he said in an almost emotionless voice, sniffling and trying to stop crying and, after one last tear, he did.

"Yes hyung, may I?" He asked with big eyes, laying down next to the older and immediately hugging him tightly. But, not before he went back to his bunk and got a small, dirty teddy bear. Jungkook was sixteen now...and he was still crying over nonsense. Maybe it had something to do with the fact he had no parents...

There was no one there to tell him that everything would be okay. That he is perfect, he is loved and wanted. He could only dream of such a family. Jungkook was getting older now and his chances of getting adopted were getting slimmer as time passed. The young boy had noticed that families prefer the younger kids, the ones that still have bright future ahead of them.

"Goodnight, hyung...." Jungkook whispered and pulled the blanket over him, holding his teddy's arm as well as his hyung. After taking a few deep breathes, he relaxed, almost forgetting what had happened today and that he had to eventually go back.

@(c) youngmin It was already dark and his hyung wasn't here yet. Since he was at his worst, Jungkook thought of the worst. What if Youngmin left? What if he was let go? What if he was transferred to different rooms? Those questions and many more went through his head.

Jungkook was in a 'special class' some would call it. Since he wasn't well educated and didn't have money for school supplies, he needed to be put with some of the other orphans. Not that he didn't like the other orphans, but it just made it more obvious that Jungkook was different than all the other kids. Some kids would walk around school with great shoes and hair worn up like it was their wedding while Jungkook wore ripped sneakers and his hair messily brushed. School supplies was given to him and he was taught at a slower pace than the other kids. For example, he would be on chapter four while the other kids would be on chapter nine. He knew he could learn with the other kids, but he didn't want to be stared at for being without a family.

The caretaker's pillow seemed to be soaked with tears after it seemed like an eternity of crying but Jungkook still didn't seem to stop until he heard the door open.

Youngmin had finally arrived from who-knows-where, holding a box of sweets. Normally, Jungkook would immediately take the box happily but it didn't seem as good as he thought it was. "Where did you go, hyung?" He hugged the caretaker tightly, hiding his face in his neck as he continued to sob. "It hurts so much, hyung...everyone is so mean," he clenched his fists and sighed, pulling away before rubbing his eyes, wiping his tears away. "Please don't make me go to school tomorrow...they'll make fun of me for crying..." It was true, he was strong but he would snap if he was criticized on the wrong topic: which was his parents.

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"Loser, worthless, alone, stupid," these words were hardly a fraction of the things that were just said to this young boy. A group of older boys that weren't from the orphanage thought that it would be absolutely hilarious to pick on the orphan boy. Each words from their mouths came with a shove to the young boy's shoulders. It wasn't the first time though. Every time Jungkook stepped out of the building, it seemed like the group of boys were always there just waiting for him to let his guard down.

Tears were streaming down his face like a water fall, his eyes blood red and puffy as he ran down the halls of the orphanage, rushing back to his room. Once he arrived he ran through the doorway, hoping to find his caretaker in there, but he wasn't there. "Youngmin!" he called out, not caring how loud he seemed. "Hyung!" he yelled, this time, louder. Sobbing, the young boy looked around his entire room, not at all seeing his caretaker. Where had he gone? He had no idea. The young boy sat on the caretaker's bed, hugging the pillow tightly as his tears flowed freely. Nothing. That's all he felt. Like nothing. But if anything, he felt worthless. Right, because that's what they called him. That's why he was here...because he was worthless. He could still hear the laughing and name calling in his head. He could still feel every shove he was given. Jungkook lay down on the bed, pulling the covers onto him as he buried his face in the pillow, just hoping that his hyung would come back to wherever he had gone.