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Switch: The Struggle

A/N: its pouring outside right now so this is perfect writing weather

Synopsis: taehyung is hired to paint a mural for a high school. Jungkook is one of the students that volunteers to help and finds that he’s the only one interested.

part 01.

“This decision shouldn’t be made lightly. You are fully responsible for all the work you miss, no excuses.” Jungkook nodded, grabbing the pink slip from Mrs. Fukuhara.

“Where is the mural being painted?” Jungkook asked, only now realizing how little he knows about this project.

“It’s going to be painted on the wall facing the courtyard.” He nodded again, saving the remaining questions for when he met the artist in charge of the painting. He thanked Mrs. Fukuhara and walked out the room. This was his lunch period so he decided to spend the remaining time to meet the artist. He weaved through students sitting in the hallways, their packed lunches and lunch trays sitting beside them as they did their homework.

He pushed open the door to the courtyard, walking down the long sidewalk until he caught sight of an older male, sitting on a bench, a sketchbook in hand. Jungkook could see that he wasn’t wearing the school uniform, so he assumed this was the man in charge of the mural. He slowed his steps as he came closer, finally being able to make out a face.

“Uhm… hello. I am Jungkook. I, uh, volunteered to help you out here.” He had a shy smile on his face. His popularity didn’t erase or ease his anxiety every time he had to speak with someone unfamiliar. The man looked up from the sketchbook, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

“Oh, hello. I’m Taehyung. Come, sit, don’t just stand there.” Taehyung moved the backpack seated beside him onto the ground. Jungkook took the seat and glanced over at the sketch Taehyung was drawing.

“So… uh, what do you have planned for the mural?” Jungkook asked, looking up at the wall, finally seeing how big this task really is. Taehyung hummed, resuming his drawing.

“I’m actually not sure. I’ve spent all morning drawing out possible plans, but I don’t want to do something… predictable. Or simple.” Jungkook nodded along, eyes reverting back to the book in Taehyung’s lap.

“Well, this is a really… really big wall. You could maybe merge two ideas?” Just as that came out of Jungkook’s mouth, Taehyung gasped, sitting up and halting his sketching.

“Oh my god, that’s actually genius!” Taehyung flipped over the page to a blank one. He drew a light line in the middle of the page, then going to the right and once again resuming his drawing. There were a couple seconds before Taehyung realized he had to convey the idea to the student helping him, so he started to explain it, hand expertly drawing out more light line. “This is both an art and academic focused school, I could have one side show the importance of academics, then on the other, draw out all the arts this school has. Oh god, that’s going to be such a complicated idea to execute, but I’ve had to way harder, and way more intricate projects.” It took a moment before Jungkook understood Taehyung’s train of thought, but once he did, he hummed.

“Do you have any painting experience?” Taehyung asked, breaking the silence that had formed between the two

“Uhm… no? I mean, I draw by myself at home, but I’ve never taken a class or worked with paint.” Taehyung hummed in thought.

“Show we what you can do. I can tell you what to paint, but you have to have skill and talent to be able to do it just right.” Jungkook stuttered for a moment, not knowing how exactly to show how well he could draw. Taehyung noticed the boys hesitance and stopped what he was doing, flipping over the page again and handing the blank book to Jungkook.

“Draw…”  Taehyung looked around, trying to find something simple to draw, but could only see the building and a bunch of trees. He clicked his tongue and looked back at Jungkook. “Draw me. That’s simple enough.” Jungkook Took the book and the pencil handed to him and nodded, looking over Taehyung’s face. He kept looking up at the elder’s face, then back down to the paper, drawing out what he saw. Not even five minutes later, the bell rang out, signalling the end of this period. Jungkook stopped, looking at what he had drawn. Taehyung took the book back, looking over the basic sketch.

“Not bad. Maybe if you had more time it would be better, but I trust your skill.” Jungkook laughed lightly, handing the pencil back to Taehyung and standing.

“I, uh, have to have my attendance marked in my next class.” Taehyung hummed, letting Jungkook know he had heard. By then, Taehyung had flipped the page back over and continued his work on the idea he had.

“Take your time, there’s not much to do yet,” Taehyung joked, looking back up at the kid in front of him. “As of right now, it’s just us working on this, though. That means once I get my idea drawn out and sized for the wall, we’re gonna have some serious work to do.” Jungkook hadn’t quite realized that he might be the only volunteer, but he didn’t wanna back out now.

“I gotcha.” With that, he left, quickly making his way to his next class.

–

It took Taehyung the rest of the week to get the full idea out, spending the weekend properly sizing it. By the next monday, he was ready to get down to business.

“You’re gonna need a change of clothes,” Taehyung pointed out. Jungkook was still wearing his uniform, not quite thinking of that fact that he might stain it with paint.

“I, uh, I have my gym clothes?” Jungkook suggested. Taehyung let out a quick ‘that’ll work’ as he unboxed the materials from the art room.

“You’re gonna need a slip from the office saying you can wear it, though. Go get the slip and change, I’ll just be setting everything up.” Jungkook nodded and headed towards the office. Taehyung hummed a song that had been stuck in his head as he pulled a table and two chairs by the wall. He had decided that spray paint would be the best to work with and pulled out a can of white paint. Just barely five minutes later, Jungkook came jogging back, donning a pair of light grey basketball shorts and black t-shirt, a red paper safety pinned to his shirt.

When he had made his way back to the wall, he set down his uniform, opening his backpack and shoving it in the bag. Just before he closed it, he remembered the sketch book he had brought. Throughout the week, Taehyung had been asking Jungkook to practice sketching faces since the idea he had come up with involved painting certain teachers and faculty members. Jungkook opened the book to the first page, setting it on the table Taehyung had brought over.

“These are the faces I drew this week. I just drew the teachers I had and some of my classmates.” Taehyung stopped his preparation and looked down at the page open in front of him. The first face that was drawn was of Mrs. Cho, Jungkook’s first period teacher. She was fairly old, but still young at heart. Taehyung fondly remembers having her class when he was in high school. Jungkook had a more realist way of drawing, capturing as many real life details as he could. Taehyung’s art style was more experimental, but he still stuck to a more real look to his paintings.

“These are great,” Taehyung said, flipping the pages until he came across one of a student. It was by far the best out of all the faces he had drawn. Jungkook noticed this, and looked at which one the elder was looking at. A bright red blush spread across his face, remembering how hard he worked to get her face right.

“Who is this?” Taehyung asked, encaptured by how real the hair looked.

“Uh, a, a girl in my gym class. W-we also have chemistry together, so I had a longer time to draw her out,” Jungkook quipped, hoping that this excuse was going to be easily accepted. The truth is, he spent a whole night working on her face. He had pulled up a photo she posted online and did his best copying it. Taehyung didn’t believe the excuse given, but he didn’t prod.

When Taehyung had finished going through the book, finally landing on an empty page, he gave it back to the younger. “You’ve got some mad talent, kid.” Jungkook heard a small ‘thank god’, and let out a small chuckle. The two moved onto opening the boxes, pulling out all the cans of white spray paint.

“Alright, we need to cover the whole wall in white paint so we have a clean base to work on. We’ll need to get a ladder at some point, but we can fetch that one we need it.” Taehyung handed Jungkook a can of paint and uncapped the second one in his hand. “You ever work with spray paint before?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook shook his head and Taehyung clicked his tongue. He expected that, but was hoping for a different answer.

“It’s easy.” Taehyung pulled a face mask over his mouth and nose, gesturing Jungkook to do the same. Taehyung showed Jungkook how spray painting worked, painting lines on the wall. After about twenty minutes of explaining, Jungkook finally got a hang of it. Taehyung was glad such a talented kid offered to help because if he had been given someone completely inexperienced, he most likely would’ve ripped his own hair out.

–

By the time the last bell rang out, signalling the end of the school day, the two were only ¾ of the way done. Taehyung told Jungkook he could go home, but the younger insisted on staying to help finish.

“It’s such a simple task and if I leave, it’ll take twice as long to finish.” Taehyung sighed and let him stay. By the time the sun was setting, they were just barely finishing up. Taehyung made his way down the ladder, tossing the half used can of white paint to Jungkook, who caught it and capped it.

“Your hands are covered in paint,” Jungkook pointed out.

“So are yours,” Taehyung added, reorganizing the cans of paint scattered on the ground and table. Jungkook shrugged, unaffected by the dried paint on his hands. He joined in the clean process, tossing all the empty cans in a nearby trashcan.

“Where do these boxes go?” Jungkook asked, stacking two boxes on top of one another.

“The art room,” Taehyung said, doing the same with the other two boxes. They were heavy, but the art room wasn’t that far away from the courtyard. Jungkook lead the way, pushing the door to the art room open with his side. The light had been shut off and all the chairs were stacked in the back. Jungkook sat the boxes in his hand down on a table and flicked on the lights. The light buzz of the fluorescent lights filled the room. Taehyung sat his boxes down beside Jungkook’s, walking to the closet in the back corner of the classroom. Mrs. Fukuhara’s desk was set right next to the door, and the small glass holding the dusty pink flowers caught his eye. A heavy feeling filled his chest, but he pushed past it. He unlocked the closet door and flicked the light on.

“Bring the boxes over here,” Taehyung said, rearranging a few things so the four boxes would fit. Jungkook brought over the first two, handing them off to Taehyung with ease. Taehyung struggled a bit, not nearly as strong as Jungkook was, but was able to set then beneath a shelf without pulling something. He directed Jungkook to set the next two beside the others and walked out the small closet.

“You know, I used to take this class. My first year here was also her first year teaching.” Jungkook shut the door and hummed, letting Taehyung know he’s listening. “She’s probably the reason why I ended up focusing on art. Actually, scratch that, if it weren’t for her I’d probably be working in a gas station right now.” The two laughed a bit, and Taehyung locked the closet door.

“Hey, do you need a ride home?” Taehyung asked, just now realizing how late it was.

“Uh, not really. I just walk down to the bus station and take the bus home,” he said, following Taehyung out of the room.

“Well, then, do you want a ride home? I always hated taking the bus home.” The two walked back to the wall, grabbing their things and heading back to the front.

“Only if you’re willing to drive me,” Jungkook said, pulling his phone out the side pocket of his bag. He had a text from his mother, telling him to be careful on his way home.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Taehyung said, a reassuring smile following. They made their way to Taehyung’s car and Jungkook got into the passenger seat as Taehyung started the car.

–

The two found themselves in a routine. Jungkook would stay after school with Taehyung and Taehyung would drive him home. They still had a ways to go before the mural could be declared finished and Taehyung ended up having to ask for an extension in time, due to the fact that only one student was willing to help.

Jungkook, on the other hand, spent all his free time during and after school helping Taehyung. The two had become friends after only two weeks and Jungkook found himself falling behind in school. He would panic every night he got home and would spend hours working his hardest on the school he missed. It soon got to a point where he had to drop the dance class he had been doing since his freshman year to make time to catch up.

It didn’t take very long for Taehyung to notice the difference in Jungkook. He looked tired every morning they met up and would look stressed after he returned from fetching his assignments from his teachers. It wasn’t until a Friday afternoon, just over a month into the project, that Taehyung talked to Jungkook about it.

The two were alone in the courtyard. The last bell had rang out an hour ago and all the students and teachers had already made their way back home. Jungkook was working on a worksheet while Taehyung was at the top of the ladder, painting black music notes.

“Hey, you okay?” Taehyung asked simply. Jungkook looked up from his paper at Taehyung.

“I, uh, yeah, I’m okay. Why?” Jungkook asked, not expecting the question.

“Because you look stressed out and dead tired.” Jungkook frowned a bit, the thoughts of his near late assignments all coming to mind.

“It’s nothing. I just have a lot of homework to do now. Nothing I’m not used to.” Jungkook turned his attention back to his worksheet and Taehyung paused. He frowned a little, glancing down at Jungkook. He sighed lightly, making his way back down the ladder and sitting in the chair next to Jungkook.

“What’re you working on?” Taehyung asked, pulling the face mask off and setting it on the table.

“It’s for my math class. I have to show my work for each question, but since I’m not in class, I have to use notes from my friends. The only problem is that they’re not the kinds of people to take notes to begin with, so I really don’t have much to work with.” Jungkook retried the problem he was working on and stopped halfway through, realizing that he had been doing it wrong, yet again. He grumbled, erasing what he had just written and looking back at the half-assed notes his friend provided him.

“Here, lemme help.” Taehyung pulled the worksheet and paper closer to him and grabbed the pencil sitting on the table. Taehyung worked the problem out and then slid it back to Jungkook. “Alright, this is how you do it. I don’t know where your friend was in class, but what they wrote is wrong.” Taehyung spent the rest of their time there helping Jungkook through the worksheet. Once it was finished, Jungkook’s stressed and frustrated expression turn into pure relief.

“Thank you for helping me,” Jungkook said, helping Taehyung pack up everything once again.

“No, thank you for helping me. If I were to do this alone, I probably wouldn’t finish this by the deadline,” Taehyung said, opening the door for Jungkook. The two put all their stuff away and walked to Taehyung’s car.

“How much homework do you have left to do?” Taehyung asked, pulling his car door open.

“A lot,” is all Jungkook said. He tossed his backpack in the backseat and got in the car.

“Then I’m assuming you won’t wanna go get food with me?” Taehyung said, pulling out of the parking lot. Jungkook thought for a moment. It was the weekend, he had all night and then two more days to catch up.

“No, it’s fine. I spent my lunch period with you anyways, I’m so hungry.” Taehyung chuckled and changed his route.

–

Jungkook woke up hunched over his desk, lamp still on and his phone buzzing. He scrambled for it, lifting things to see where he had set it.

“Hello?” Jungkook said groggily.

“Jungkook! You finally answered. What’re you doing today?” Jungkook recognized the voice as Taehyung’s.

“Uh, homework?” Jungkook offered.

“Great! I’ve decided that since you’re spending all your school time helping me, then I will help you with your homework.” Jungkook was in shock. This wasn’t exactly what he was expecting, but it was still a blessing. “I mean, only if you’re okay with spending even more time with me,” Taehyung joked.

“N-no! That’s totally fine. Perfect, actually.” The two arranged for Taehyung to come over to Jungkook’s house at around 11, giving Jungkook just enough time to clean his wreck of a room and to change out of the clothes we was wearing yesterday. The doorbell rang and as Jungkook walked to the front door, he found that his parents had left for work. It wasn’t often that they worked weekends, but sometimes they couldn’t get out of it.

“Do you… not have parents? I’ve never seen them around,” Taehyung said, walking into the house.

“They work a lot. They were supposed to be home today, actually, but I think they got called in…” Jungkook said. He walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat before they started working on homework. “Do you want anything?” Taehyung shook his head and took off the backpack he was wearing. It seemed heavy by the grunt the elder let out as it hit the floor.

“What’s in that?” Jungkook asked, kicking the refrigerator door closed.

“A couple of my old binders from when I was in school. I have the rest in my car, but I only took in the ones of the classes I know you take.” Jungkook was in awe.

“Why do you still have those?” he asked, opening the fridge again to put the milk away.

“At first I kept them because I needed them while I was still in school, but after I moved out, they just got shoved in a closet. I really don’t know why I didn’t throw them away when I moved out, but I guess I thought I might need them for whenever I finally go to college.” Jungkook hadn’t realized that Taehyung didn’t go to college. It made sense, he spent the whole day at the high school to work on the mural and never mentioned it when they spoke about their lives.

They both made their way up to Jungkook’s room. Taehyung sat his bag on the floor next to Jungkook’s desk and looked around the room. It had posters covering every inch of wall, the shelves lined on the wall with the desk had trophies, pictures, and books filling the spaces.

“Holy shit, you have so many trophies.” Taehyung walked to all the trophies and ran his hands over a couple of them, reading what each one was for.

“Y-yeah… I’m an, uh, overachiever,” Jungkook said, a light blush coloring his cheeks. When people come into his room, they aren’t amazed by the trophies. They usually let out a teasing joke about how annoyingly ambitious he was.

“Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing. A lot of kids in high school only care about three things; popularity, passing, and how they look. It’s good you have all these. They show you actually care about what comes next in life.” Taehyung moved onto the picture frames. Most of them were of Jungkook and his parents, Jungkook either holding a trophy or donning a medal around his next.

“Who is that?” Taehyung asked, pointing at a girl who was posing with Jungkook in what looked like a park. She was very pretty, but she seemed… familiar?

“That’s Sunhi. She’s been my friend since my freshman year. I, uh, she was one of the faces I drew for you.” Jungkook sat at his desk, pulling out the first assignment they could work on.

“Ooh. Do you like her?” Taehyung asked bluntly, turning to look at Jungkook. Jungkook paused for a moment and hesitated to reply.

“Yeah, kinda,” he said. Taehyung hummed, now wanting to prod.

“Why ‘kinda’?” Jungkook shrugged, looking at Taehyung.

“She’s not exactly the kind of girl to date me. She also really likes one of our friends.” Jungkook tried to sound nonchalant, but it didn’t really work. Even though he had accepted these facts when he met her, it still stung.

“Hmm. It’s not healthy to dwell on unrequited love. Have you even told her how you feel?” Taehyung asked, his mind falling back on Mrs. Fukuhara.

“No? Why would I do that?” Jungkook said, as if not saying how he felt was the most normal solution.

“Maybe because she might actually be the kind of girl to date you? Or that you have nothing to lose if she doesn’t actually like you?” Taehyung was surprised that this kid hadn’t done so yet, but then again, he reminded himself, Jungkook is still in high school. This kind of ‘nothing to lose’ thinking hasn’t even formed yet.

“I do have something to lose. She’s my closest friend. I mean, why would I wanna lose something like that over feelings?” Jungkook reasoned. It was stupid reasoning, he will admit, but it’s what got him through nearly three years. Taehyung groaned, rolling his eyes.

“My god, you really have no idea… Come on, kid. You gotta say something to her about it. Even if she doesn’t like you back, you’ll at least know. And not to mention that if she truly were a close friend, you won’t lose a friend over ‘feelings’,” Taehyung explained. It made sense to Jungkook, but he wasn’t quite sure if he should really do it.

“Either man up and tell her or move on. You can’t let these feelings eat you up.” Taehyung was now feeling the hurt in his chest. Jungkook felt the same and sighed, deciding that now would be a good time to change the subject.

“I’ll figure it out. Right now we gotta get me caught up,” he said. Taehyung nodded and stood.

“Damn right.” The two smiled at eachother. They were becoming friends. They never expected this to flourish the way it did.

A/N: ohohoho boy, i ended this “chapter” with a sentence i used at the beginning of the story, how poetic lmao i hope ya liked it though. I don’t proofread anything i write so yikes i hope nothing is a mess.

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Switch: The Start

A/N: oh god i havent written in so long i dont even know how to do this anymore lmao

Synopsis: taehyung is hired to paint a mural for a high school. Jungkook is one of the students that volunteers to help and finds that he’s the only one interested.

Switch

He started this career path early, taking small jobs from small businesses. He never expected it to flourish the way it did…

–

Miss Fukuhara was a young Japanese art teacher. Every boy in her class was head over heels in love with her, including Kim Taehyung. He would bring her a flower from the school garden every morning, bowing with his arms extended forward, hands holding the dusty pink flower. Her smile every morning was worth it to him. The teasing he got from his friends was something he endured all four years of high school, just to make this young woman smile. He had childishly fallen in love with her, not knowing the repercussions that he would face if he were to ever succeed in wooing her over.

He didn’t even like art. He was good, yes, but only because his mother was talented. He took the class, thinking it was an easy A, his natural talent for both painting and bullshitting was good enough for him. But, like most bad plans, this one didn’t work out the way he expected. Miss Fukuhara saw his potential and encouraged him to sign up for the school art club, then submit his work to competitions, then to make extra money by commissioning his work. She was the sole reason why his half-ass interest in the arts grew to something bigger, to something way above his head.

He stayed after school most days, abusing the lenient rules placed upon the use of school art supplies. He found himself fully immersed in this hobby. If it weren’t such a good excuse to use when he wanted to see Miss Fukuhara, he probably would’ve thrown in the towel months ago. She would always stay after with him, occasionally watching over his shoulder as he sketched, completely engrossed in Taehyung’s talents.

“Have you ever worked with spray paint?” she asked one day. Taehyung lightly shook his head while letting out a soft grunt, telling her he hadn’t. She beamed, though he didn’t see it, he could hear it in her voice. “Then let’s do it. I haven’t worked with it either, and I feel like it would be a good project for the classes to do.” Taehyung paused, his paintbrush just barely touching his canvas.

“I think that would be a great idea.” He turned his attention back to the painting, lightly filling in the hair of the portrait. It was this moment, this brief conversation, that changed the course of his life.

–

Jungkook was, well, a child. At the ripe age of 14, he experienced a lot of change. It was his first year of high school, in a new city, with no one he knows around him, telling him it’ll be okay. But, he lucked out. As his first year dragged on, he found himself at the top, sitting with the popular seniors at lunch, playing with the popular sophomores during gym, and mingling with the popular juniors during the break between classes. He was excited, this was something new. It ignited something within him that he most likely would never have tapped into if his family hadn’t moved.

Before he knew it, the lanky boy he was when he started was long gone, replaced with a more confident, more masculine boy. He excelled in sports and charm, and was able to juggle the practices and tutoring sessions almost perfectly. But, as he got older, he found that he had tried all the sports, met all the people, and became bored. He convinced his parents to let him go abroad to America one summer, using that time to learn a bit of English and immerse himself fully into the dancing community.

This ignited the excitement. He was ready to explore the arts. He wanted to sing, dance, paint, play an instrument, anything new he could learn, he wanted to do it. His parents supported it, providing him the materials needed at a moment’s notice. Jungkook found himself at the top, but he was losing a grip on who he was. That lanky boy he was was completely obliterated by now.

He searched for an identity, somewhere to stay and become a grown up, but he was hitting a wall. Nothing was going up, he flatlined at the top a long time ago. There was nothing higher than where he was and he was craving to do something new.

–

His phone rang loud, ripping through the silence of Taehyung studio apartment. He scrambled for his cell phone, barely glancing at the caller ID before answering it.

“K-Kim Taehyung speaking?” he said, setting his paintbrush in the cup of water beside his canvas.

“Taehyung, this is Mrs. Fukuhara!” Her voice was sweet, warming Taehyung’s thin stature. The voice in the back of his head echoed back “Mrs.?”, but he pushed it back, the smile breaking through the sharp stab in his chest.

“Oh, hello! What can I do for you?” he asked, putting on his professional persona.

“I have a project for you. The school wants a mural painted on the wall outside the lunchroom, you know, the one facing the courtyard?” Taehyung hummed, letting her know he understood. “They wanted to hire a company, but I insisted that you should do it, since you were a student here. Are you up for the challenge?”

Taehyung thought about it. This would be the biggest piece he had ever done. It would be something completely different from what he’s used to doing.

“I’m down. What exactly is the school looking for in this mural?” Mrs. Fukuhara cheered, clearly ecstatic about Taehyung’s willingness to do this.

“They wanted something that reflects how the school impacts their students. I just think it’s perfect for you!” She was beyond excited and it radiated through the phone and to Taehyung. His initial hesitance faded as she continued, talking about how proud she was of him and how much she was looking forward to what he would come up with.

“Well, I should let you go. I think I’ve rambled about this long enough,” she chuckled lightly and they both bid their goodbyes. Taehyung hung up, the smile still stuck to his lips as he set his phone down. He picked up his brush and continued painting, the light strokes filling in petals of the dusty pink flower.

–

Taehyung arrived at the school first thing in the morning. He made his way through the crowd of students and towards the art room, where Mrs. Fukuhara would further explain the assignment. He knocked on the door, eyes immediately landing on the now mature woman. She was sitting at her desk, glasses sitting on her nose and fingers typing away at her computer. She glanced up and her look of concentration dissipated, soon being replaced by a large smile. Taehyung smiled back and walked into the room.

“Oh my, you look like a young man now…” she said, standing up to properly greet her old student.

“Well, I am 21 now,” Taehyung joked, bowing like he did when he was younger. “I, uh, also saw this as I was walking in and couldn’t help but pick it for you.” His wide smile turned to a shy one as he extended his arm out, hand holding a dusty pink flower. Mrs. Fukuhara gasped, a laugh following shortly after. She reached out to grab it and Taehyung took a quick glance at her hand, seeing the beautiful pearl wedding ring he had seen on Facebook.

“Why thank you, Taehyung. I miss getting your daily flowers.” She went to the back of the classroom, filling a paint covered glass with water and dropping the flower in it. She walked back towards her desk, placing it carefully in the back corner, just behind her monitor.

“Now, let’s get down to business,” she started, pulling out a manila folder. It contained all the information Taehyung needed to get started. She explained that since the mural is going to be  big, Taehyung may recruit volunteers. His materials can also be stored within the art classroom, so he doesn’t have to keep bringing them in and out of the school everyday.

“The school is paying you a lot of money for this mural,” Mrs. Fukuhara added, reminding him to act as if he were back in school. Taehyung nodded, understanding the rules placed upon him. “Now, go make art!” she joked, handing Taehyung the folder she was reading from. He left the classroom and headed towards the wall he would be working on for the next couple weeks.

–

“I’d also like to add that if any of you have an interest in helping with the school mural, go and see Mrs. Fukuhara. Thank you.” The loudspeaker shut off, leaving the class to buzz with casual conversation.

“School mural? What is she talking about?” someone asked. The teacher in the classroom stood, starting the class, paying no mind to the inquires about said mural. The class was hushed and Jungkook pulled his attention away from the window beside him to the front of the class. He tried to pay attention, but he couldn’t help but stare out the window. Today was not a day of concentration for Jungkook. He just wanted to retreat back into his room at home, lay in his bed, lights cut off, curtains closed. He sighed quietly, grabbing his pencil and marking down the homework.

A/N: do i end here? Is this even worth continuing? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i guess we’ll see