The anon from before-could you do a jikook drabble or whatever where they're kids then?
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Jungkook is only just moving into the neighborhood with his dad’s new job, five years old and nervous about the whole thing. All the kids in his old neighborhood knew him from daycare, but now he’s going into school like the big kids do and no one he knows lives here. He’s probably not going to see any of those kids at school and he’ll have to meet tons of new people. He bites his lip and clutches onto his mom’s hand a little harder, feeling uncomfortable as the movers take in the furniture they brought, his parents overseeing everything from the outside with clear directions. His brother went to take a look around with permission from their parents, but Jungkook shook his head no when they asked if he wanted to go too.
He doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to meet new people and have to make new friends. For all that he’s excitable and pretty playful, he doesn’t do too well in situations with lots of people, especially people he doesn’t know. His mom spares him a look and strokes his hair softly, rightly thinking that he’s not liking the move and understanding why.
He looks up at the sound of an incoming car and ends up catching sight of a small face peering out curiously from behind light pink curtains to stare at Jungkook, surprise appearing onto his face when he realizes he’s been caught by a wide-eyed Jungkook. The boy grins and waves cheerfully, his hand coming up from underneath the window. Jungkook’s breath catches in his throat and he moves a step closer to his mom, embarrassed for some reason at catching the boy staring and being waved at. The boy continues to smile before something distracts him, his head turning around as a lady-probably his mom-comes into view of the window, drying her hands on a towel hanging from her apron. She says something to him and he nods before disappearing from the window. Jungkook wonders what she said to him before the door to the boy’s house opens and he steps out, practically bouncing. Doe-like brown eyes widen when he comes to the realization that the boy is making his way to Jungkook, his grip on his mother’s hand tightening immediately.
“Jungkook-ah? What is it?” his mother asks, immediately looking down at him before following his line of sight to the little boy jogging towards them. She giggles, smiling at the boy when he comes to a stop right in front of them, panting a little.
“Hello!” he says, bowing his head respectfully to Jungkook’s mom and beaming. “I’m Park Jimin, and I live two houses away from you!”
“Hello, Jimin,” Jungkook’s mother replies with a little laugh, finding him completely adorable with his squishy cheeks and eye-smiles. “I’m Mrs. Jeon, and this here is Jungkook.”
“Hi, Jungkook,” Jimin greets, rolling on his heels and waving his fingers from behind his sweater paws. He’s wearing a striped black and white sweater with sleeves a little too long for him, almost coming up to his fingertips when he keeps his arms straight down. His hair is fluffy from running here, and Jungkook nods shyly, moving behind his mom and clutching her skirt. Jimin seems nice and fun, his smile automatically making Jungkook return it with a tiny one of his own despite his nerves.
“Hi,” Jungkook whispers, ducking to hide his eyes behind his bangs with the tiny smile still lingering. His mom looks at him and hides a laugh behind her hands, laying the other one on top of his head reassuringly. He’s always so shy around strangers, but he looks a lot like he likes Jimin so far and she thinks that it’s cute when Jimin leans in close to see Jungkook’s face better, his hands behind his back.
“How old are you, Jungkook-ah?” he asks, still beaming widely and hopping from side to side. “I’m seven!”
“F-Five,” Jungkook mumbles, flushing when Jimin gasps in shock. It’s not weird that he’s younger, is it? Will Jimin not like him because he’s a lot older than Jungkook? Even though Jungkook has only known him for a few minutes, he hopes not.
“You’re five?! Oh wow, that makes me a whole two years older than you!” Jimin cries out, his eyes wide. “I’m your hyung, that’s so cool!”
“Really?” Jungkook asks, coming out from behind his mother to make sure Jimin means it and isn’t making fun of him for being a kid.
“Yeah!” Jimin replies, another eye-smile making its appearance and lightening the knot in Jungkook’s stomach. “There’s not a lot of younger kids here, so I was really excited when I saw you!”
“Is that so?” Jungkook’s mother asks, watching the two boys with a wide smile on her face. Jimin is utterly adorable, Jungkook’s interactions with him is doubly so. Jungkook looks awed by Jimin with his bright smiles and bundle of energy, his grip on her skirt loosening.
“Yup! That’s why I wanted to come out here and talk to you. I wanted to be friends with Jungkookie!”
“J-Jungkookie?” the five year old asks, brows furrowing a little. He gets called that sometimes by his parents, but it feels kind of strange hearing it come from Jimin.
“Is it okay if I call you that?” Jimin asks as he notices Jungkook’s reaction, pausing in his bouncing to peer down at him. Jungkook bites his lip and considers it before nodding. It’s not a bad feeling when Jimin says his name like that, and he’s currently got bigger things to think about.
“You wanna be my friend?” Jungkook asks hopefully, staring Jimin straight in the eye with chubby pink cheeks. Jungkook wants a friend, especially someone like Jimin, who seems bubbly and nice and energetic. If someone like Jimin lives here and is his friend, he won’t be lonely in the new house. His hyung said they lived in their old house for years, so maybe they’ll live in this one for a long time too and Jimin can be friends with him the entire time. That would be nice.
“Uh-huh,” Jimin confirms, nodding his head exaggeratedly and making Jungkook giggle unthinkingly, “I really really want to be your friend. Do you want to be mine?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, his cheeks darkening and his hands flying to fidget with his shirt’s hem. He looks up at his mother, who smiles encouragingly at him, and bursts out with, “Do you wanna play with me? All my toys are in my bag.”
His hands are trembling, but he asks it with as much courage he can musters, biting his lip and eagerly waiting for Jimin to answer.
“Can I?” Jimin asks, looking between Jungkook and his mother-and then both of them are turning imploring eyes to her as she laughs, a pout forming on Jungkook’s lips.
“Yes, yes, you can play-just stay in the front yard,” she allows kindly, waving them off and smiling when Jimin whoops, Jungkook breaking out into a grin for the first time today.
“My bag is by my dad’s car,” Jungkook explains when Jimin looks to him, and before he knows it the older boy is holding his hand and pulling him to the only car in the driveway with the bright red backpack laying on top of a few boxes outside of it. Jungkook is slowly turning bright red as he stares at their connected hands and thinks about how soft Jimin’s grip is with the sweater paws covering his hand, how Jimin is shooting him a happy grin, how they’re holdinghands and they’ve only been friends for five minutes.
Jungkook kinda likes it.
As Jimin hands him his bag and he smiles shyly at the older boy from behind it, he thinks moving won’t be so bad if someone like Jimin with his eye-smiles and niceness lives near him. In fact, he thinks he might like moving a lot more than he thought.
“Come on, Jungkookie,” Jimin says, pulling him around once more so that they can play without getting in the way of the movers. Jungkook follows him, enjoying the warmth of Jimin’s hand and the budding one in his chest.
Humantale @survitale-au, she kinda looks like those Korean movie actress lol I dunno why
P.S shit I drew the scar on the wrong eye
Gosh sweetie, you’re feeding me with your cutie artstyle ;www; she looks so adorable though ! That style suits //him// pretty good actually ! :D Thank you so much, this is absolutely adorable! *smooches your face*