seedling

I rotted inside as flowers grew outside of my dying veins.

[siwonbw-deactivated20141204]

Because you might get caught walking back to your dorm and I just wont take responsibility for that. And calm down, I was just asking…You can drink but there’s a limit. 

[bwjungkook]

{ » } — Oh, r-right... `he chuckles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck; I'm calm though... `furrows his eyebrows and looks at you in confusion; A limit, why?

[bwjungkook]

{ » } — Or maybe alongside playing Kingdom Hearts, I'll just dive into the land of sweets. I've stocked up on them. Cookies, cupcakes, and donuts galore! Mm.. Donuts...

[siwonbw-deactivated20141204]

Not in my house! Besides…how old are you?

[bwjungkook]

Why not in your house? I'm old enough! I'm— Twenty-two. Just turned it last month.

[bwjungkook]

{ » } — There's nothing to do and... I've completed all my assignments and, so I think I'll skip classes today. Just gon' play Kingdom Hearts, you know, if anyone wants to join!

[s-eouless-blog]

[bwjungkook]

— sen

{ » } — Jungkook felt his heart drop and — shit, was that thump the sound of it hitting the pit of his stomach or what? He really doesn't expect such a harsh response and he wonders where the courage to call out originated from anyway. But he's here now, and the teacher is waiting for a response.

What did the man ask anyway? Jungkook's question daubs in his mind and as he remembers, realization flickers with a sense of annoyance. ❝Me? No way!❞ he spits, boyish fingers curling into his palms. His shoulders are locked tight, legs tense, and he narrows his eyes in the teacher's direction. And that smug smile across the teacher's face stirs his anger, and Jungkook is no longer minding his manners. He'd never treated a teacher in such a way but— didn't this one deserve it? ❝And you know, none of the students like you! Get out of Korea, you're not even Korean!❞

The teacher couldn't have possibly known that his student wasn't Korean either, right? His name was Jeon Jungkook, after all. Perhaps that wouldn't be on the records; at least his parents were both born in Busan. He likes to believe he's Korean down to the bone, despite the heavy German influence of where he was born and raised.

[bwjungkook]

{ » } — You know what, I can't do individual starters. I'm so behind and 20+ is just going to drain me. And you know, I've sent a whole bunch already while only one has been replied to. So rather, I'll request plotting. I may suck, but you know what- I'm still the prince of this school.

[bwjungkook]

{ » } — Got a few welcome messages down, both to submit and inbox, but I still have some to complete. After I finish them, I'll get to replies. Oh— fuck— me— So much to do. Just — love me.

[bwjungkook]

{ » } — I have a feeling I'm going to be... Very busy with welcoming people for a little while.

[jiminsgotjams]

[bwxluhan-blog]

Luhan tilted his head to the side as he eyed the boy in front of him, listening to him speak in a slow pace, as if he was carefully picking his words. Although Luhan himself was not Korean, he could definitely feel a foreign accent coming out from the lips of the boy in front of him. Once the male was done speaking, his eyes went back to look right into the dark eyes of his new-found neighbor. He smiled once again, trying to prevent a squeal from leaving his lips. So cute.

“Jeon Jungkook,” he repeated the name, nodding with his head before stretching out his hand and wrapping it around the younger’s wrist, gently pulling him inside of his dorm before closing the door behind him. “I’m Lu Han!” He said with excitement on his voice. Letting go of the boy’s hand, he sighed and looked at his luggage. “And I, in fact, do need something. I need some extra hands to get all this stuff sorted out. Do you think you can help me?” He asked, a friendly smile on his lips. “And yes, I am in college, but I don’t see how being friends would be a problem,” he said, bringing both of his hands up to pinch Jungkook’s adorable cheeks. “You’re adorable, indeed,” he said, chuckling to himself before turning around to face his bags.

[bwjungkook]

{ » } — Jungkook can't help but feel that the other was trying to contain something, but he can't quite place his finger on it. He finds his head tipping to the side slightly, eyebrows upturned in curiosity. He loses his thoughtful disposition as it's replaced with surprise; he's being pulled inside? Is making friends that easy? ❝Wait—❞ And the door is shut, locked. Jungkook lets out a soft sigh, kicking his sneakers off at the door. ❝Thanks for letting me in,❞ he mumbles absent-mindedly, eyes covering the span of the room. Same floor plan of his own room, only it's switched left to right. 

❝Lu Han? Han?❞ He peels his eyes away from the premises to meet a cheerful face and bubbly voice. It's a contagious smile, he finds himself thinking, and he realizes he's got a huge, dorky, embarrassing, grin across his own lips and he quickly shakes it away. ❝So you're not Korean either.❞ It spills from his mouth before he can stop it, and he laughs sheepishly. ❝I mean, are you not?❞ He gives a nod, looking again around the room and this time taking notice of the contents. A big mess, that's how one could describe it. Boxes upon boxes, boxes in corners, and probably boxes in boxes. Jungkook didn't have any belongings when he moved in, he doesn't know this hassle but he's sure as hell that it sucks. And plus, he has to kiss up to the college student if he wants anything in return. ❝Sure, of course.❞ And, hey, who could say no to this boy anyway? Before he knows it, two fingers are pulling at his cheek. Involuntarily, a hand flies up to shove the hand in defense. He isn't the fondest of being touched without warning, it's scary. You never know what someone is going to do to you. But Luhan did it because he's adorable. ❝I am? Oh, thanks... You— You are too.❞ He purses his lips, staring down the boxes. ❝Time to get to work, huh?❞ A pause, and he looks over at the older. ❝Oh and what do you want to call me?❞

[bwjungkook]

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, both of his legs crossed over the mattress and his hands resting on his knees as he stared at the luggage in front of him that was carelessly resting on the floor, staring back at him. He was definitely not in the mood for unpacking. But he also kind of disliked the silence in his room, it was making him nervous and more anxious.

A knock on his door nearly gave him a heart-attack, because he was certainly not expecting anyone. Thankfully, he had not gotten rid of his clothes in the process of deciding whether to unpack or not. With clumsy steps, he made his way to the door and opened it completely, his eyes catching a cute boy in front of him. “Oh— Oh! Hi,” he said cheerfully, his lips curving into a wide, bright smile. “What is it? What can I do for you?” He asked, his eyes wandering around the boy’s face. He was so cute. So, so, so cute it made Luhan’s heart weak.

{ » } — Jungkook finds his gaze fixated on a rather dainty looking male. He has himself second-guessing the older's gender before he settles on "This is most certainty a guy. There's no way a girl could be my neighbor here."  He's slightly awe-struck by the friendly composition, it's certainly become a rare personality in the school. But perhaps it's because the other was a college student that he has his head screwed on straight. He's relieved to see casual attire as well, he'd hate to be the only one. It's Sunday, so of course there's no school. And here he is, golden basketball shorts hanging off his waist, topped by a black over-sized tank top. Quite the hoodlum outfit, but what does one except from a German teen? He smoothes soft palms over the black fabric, feeling pretty good about him with toned legs and arms. He doesn't feel as fragile as he normally does, in contrast to the boy before him.

He finally fits on a bright smile of his own, lips pulled back to reveal a rabbit-like grin. He dips his head once, twice as another sentence is sounded from Luhan's throat, and the younger lets out a brisk laugh. And now it's time: baby steps. Don't butcher the Korean language so quick, Jungkook, take your time to process your words. Speaking another language is hard, if only more people knew German. ❝Need something? No! Not really. Um, I...❞ A pause. He chuckles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes dart away. ❝I'm trying to make friends, and you're my neighbor so... Let's be friends?❞ His eyes wander again to the other's visage, and he forms a hopeful smile. ❝I'm Jeon Jungkook, I'm a freshman but... Should be a sophomore. Ah, high school freshman, I mean. You're in college? Hopefully I'm not to young to be your friend—.❞

[mysvmi]

For a moment, her gaze was fixed elsewhere. She was wondering how she would ever get into this classroom with it locked tight. It wasn’t until he spoke up that she returned her attention to him. Puffing out her cheeks, she nods in understanding. He was new, after all. He would come to dislike the school just as much as everyone else in due time, but what good would scaring him off so early do him?

"I—.. The school’s fine," Sooyoung says, flashing a small smile before returning her gaze to the door. "I just don’t like school. That’s all. And— oh, the jacket?" She looks down at her attire and blinks once. "I know it’s hot, but think of it as something of an identity.. I guess, it’s something every greaser wears. Keeps the creeps away, for the most part." She looks over to him and grins now, playfully, before returning her attention to the door once more. She steps forward, twisting and pulling on the doorknob before sighing in defeat. "Well, I guess that’s another F— I can’t even find my teacher… That blows. Whatever, if you’re not lost you should probably get back downstairs before somebody meaner than me comes along…"

[bwjungkook]

{ » } — ❝It's only fine? I guess I will see for myself.❞ The younger manages a gentle smile, quite proud of himself already. He's made it this far in conversation and hasn't yet collided with a road-block. Or, language-block in this case. Thus far, speaking hasn't quite been his forte. Being almost fresh out of Germany (well, if you can be fresh after four years) and not quite able to absorb languages as easily as other creates quite the challenge when speaking Korean. At least his pronunciation is perfect; if he's going to perfect anything, it'll be that. He's got the grammar fairly down but it's the vocabulary that stumps him. But maybe he'll be able to hold this conversation with the impediment flying completely under the radar. 

❝Identity?❞ What's that word mean again? Oh yeah. ❝Wow! You identify with a jacket? But... What are greasers? They seem... Cool?❞ And there it is, those burdensome pauses in speech. Maybe the girl will note them at thoughtful breaks, nothing more, he hopes. Her cheeky smile eases him even more so into the conversation and he finds one of his own forming. The corners of his mouth curl up into a delighted grin, lip pulled up to reveal pearly rabbit-like chompers. He lets out a sort of "Heh~" sound as a substitute for a laugh. ❝You're not mean! And it looks to me like you have nothing to do now. And neither do I. Maybe you can teach me about... Greasers? I saw them earlier and, I think, they seem like my kind of people.❞

[bwhvnter]

[bwxpyo]

— It was uncomfortable, the atmosphere was uncomfortable. At least for him it was, he didn’t know what to do or how to react in ways that weren’t shy. What he really wanted to do was hide, he was so embarrassed. But over what? There was simply nothing to be embarrassed about in the first place, it was all in his head. He had no reason to be scared or to run away from the other, but it was becoming increasingly hard to hide the fact that he wanted to retreat elsewhere, but at the same time he wanted to spend time and talk to the new face standing before him.

"Of course, plus that flower crown makes you more special than others." Nodding, he smiles proudly at the sight of his new friend (were they friends? well, to him they were, but of course, he considered everyone he came into contact with as a friend) wearing the flower crown he worked hard on. Hearing someone’s laughter, anyone’s, always made him crack a smile, especially if he was the cause of that laughter, and Jungkook was no exception. Donning a bright smile, he lets out a bright laugh in return of the other’s, his eyes crinkling along side his smile as he listens to the younger male. "I won’t tell a soul, cross my heart." Blinking a few times, his brows furrow but Jihoon remains patient as he listens to him struggle to speak, he doesn’t interrupt him or bring any attention to it, not wanting to embarrass or make fun of him. Speaking was hard at times, and he understood that entirely. "Well, I believe you. I mean, you seem a lot cooler than I do." With a nod, he laughs again, his smile returning instantly.

[bwjungkook]

{ » } — It's another shy one, he takes into account. The older wasn't skittish as a simple case, but just one of those shy boys. Jungkook handles the conversation with patience, the kind he would give a child. For him, he truly feels he's speaking to a child; so young and pure — last time he spied a flower crown it was made by his nine year old neighbor. It's just that kind of connection. He immediately eases into conversation and hopes the new acquaintance may be able to do the same. The language barrier is his only burden now. ❝I'm more special, thanks to you.❞ He bows; but not as he'd seen displayed in Korean culture, but rather how a man would have bowed to the queen in olden times. It's all in fun intention.

The young teen's baby fat is distinguishable through a cheeky smile, and he lets out a chortle. ❝Cooler than you? Hey man, you're the one who can make..❞ Flower crowns, he means to say. ❝These,❞ he settles upon and points to his crown atop coarse black hair. He scans the halls; he sees slick floors with sneaker skids marked across the surface, but there's not a sign of anyone who could have left them. Was everyone in class? ❝Do you know your way around yet? I still have no fucking idea where I should be.❞ Ah, profanities. Something he does know. One's vocabulary when speaking a foreign language says a lot about that person; take for example, the fact he doesn't know how to say the more intellectual key-words of scientific or historical denominations. Oh joy, school classes are going to be a walk in the park, full of understanding.

[bwjungkook]

{ » } — All Jungkook had brought was some clothes and his electronic possessions, but not much else. His aunt told him he could buy everything else there, and without a bill it'd be easy. He hoped it was true. He even scored a job at the record store.

It's really like living as an adult, he thinks as he lays his head to rest. He's sure he'll never fall asleep with every thought pinging in his brain, one after the other.

Will the other kids like me? Will my job suck? I wonder if my teachers are chill. There's a lot of cliques, where will I fit in? I like those who work on their cars, maybe them. Campus is swarming with chicks, how many will hook up with me? I wonder if anyone else speaks German. I think I'll actually try this year. What do I do tomorrow, my first day? I don't like my uniform, I don't want to wear it. How come all the students–

— K.O. —

[bwxpyo]

— The firm grasp of the other’s hand already had him feeling embarrassed, he had held his hand lightly and, well, daintily. Swallowing thickly, Jihoon pulls his hand away as soon as the other’s tight grip lets up, hiding it in his jacket pocket. A shaky sigh manages to slip past him as his thoughts swallow him whole, but it only lasts for a split second before he’s looking back up from the ground and at the younger’s face again. Why was meeting new people always so hard for him? It was a bit infuriating, he couldn’t give a simple hello without being embarrassed about something he did wrong (though, it was usually always in his head). He returns eye contact with Jungkook again, not wanting to avoid it as he speaks with him, “Of course you’re special, everyone is.” Nodding, he lets out a quiet laugh, “That sounds about right, I’ve yet to meet them, but once I find them, I’ll be sure to let you know. Oh— I’m in my third year. What about you?”

[bwjungkook]

{ » } — Nothing went under the radar for Jungkook; he's far too accustomed to picking up certain behaviors. And this behavior was, well, quite submissive. And he wonders, what has he done to make his schoolmate feel this way. It's his first day, so he's got a pair of light grey shorts and a black tank top, with some dance studio name he's never actually been to printed across the chest in white lettering. He's got his black and red book bag filled to the brim with his belongings strapped securely to his back, and a pair of black converse on his feet. It's not a very intimidating outfit, is it? And it's just too damn hot to wear anything more. And he just really hopes the uniforms come in two seasons, otherwise suicide may be considerable. He's been told to drop his stuff off in his dorm before picking up his uniform and other Bullworth Academy essentials, but instead he crosses paths with another student in the halls and it seems far more fun anyway.

❝Everyone is special? Awesome, I like your mentality!❞ Jungkook erupts with a rather charming laughter, adjusting the flowers to fit comfortable on the crown of his head. He thinks he likes the school already, and he prays that his language barrier doesn't get in the way. Korean is hard for a lil' ol' German boy to learn, after all. ❝But don't tell them I'm out for them, okay? Uh– I...❞ It already gets in the way — what was the Korean word for a first year again? ❝I'm a freshman, high school obviously! But don't– underestimate me, I'm a cool guy.❞