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Jungkook stares at the rose in his hand.
His doe eyes watch fascinated as he twirls it, admiring the fast movements of the red petals slightly turning orange due to the speed.
Reddish orange, amazingly striking like flames, impurely beautiful like you...
A torn suddenly pricks his thumb and he doesn't wince at the pain, he blinks and stares at the red blood oozing out from the fresh cut.
He tilts his head slightly to the side and pouts slightly before bringing his thumb to his lips and licking his thumb clean before looking at the blood speared cut with a slight grin on his lips.
*FLASHBACK: 5 years ago*
Jungkook stares at the cut on his finger and grins before smiling at the rose that had just pricked him. How could he be angry when the slight pain was caused by such a beautiful flower?
"Jungkook" a familiar voice says
Jungkook blinks and looks up from the rose garden he was squatting in front of, to see the pastor of the church he had grown up approaching.
He smiles and gets up from his squatting position and grabbing his duffel bag from the floor before jogging over to the man with a wide smile.
"Pastor Jung" he exclaims before engulfing the man in a tight hug.
"How are you my son?" Pasto Jung asks as the two men part.
Jungkook swings his duffel bag over his shoulder and grins "I'm doing great" he responds and Pastor Jung smiles before patting his head.
"When did you come back?" he asks and gestures for them to walk on.
Jungkook tilts his head to the side "just now" he responds as he looks around the familiar garden he used to spend his entire time playing in when he was little.
This was his home, it was where he grew up and most importantly it was his safe place. It was the perfect spot for thinking and reflecting.
"How was the academy?" Pastor Jung asks and Jungkook pushes a strand of dark hair way from his eye and blinks "it's not like I made a lot of friends or anything..."he starts with a shrug and Pastor Jung casts him a little sympathetic smile.
When Jungkook's parents died in a fire, the boy was bought to the orphanage and spent the first two years in his corner. He never spoke to anyone nor did he try to make any friends.
