Cherry (Part 18)- wolf!jikook story
Today is Jungkook’s first day of preschool and he’s terribly nervous.
As he’s eating his favorite breakfast (strawberry pancakes with whipped cream), his tummy squirms and twists with every bite. There’s gonna be so many new people at school! What if they’re mean and throw erasers at him? Or they pull his tail?
Well, at least Jimin and Tae are going to be with him. On the bus, during lunch, and recess will they be able to hang out together. His mother even signed him up for the school’s soccer league, the same one they play on. Really, he’ll be constantly surrounded by someone he knows. Still, Jungkook thinks he’s gonna puke!
“I can’t believe you’re already in school, dear,” his mother says while adjusting his shirt, tapping his nose affectionately. “Just yesterday you were a baby…”
“I’m not a baby!”
Kissing his plump cheek, his mother smiles. “Alright, alright. Have fun, okay? If you have any questions, I’m sure Jimin or a teacher will help you out.”
Before he leaves, she clicks a few pictures and sends them to father. It seems like he’s always working when stuff like this happens. Jungkook doesn’t know where he’s at or what he’s doing, only understanding that he’s “working hard.”
When he’s stepping down the steps, his mother waves, smile so wide it must hurt. Adjusting his backpack straps, Jungkook sighs, nervous butterflies flapping against his stomach.
Jimin’s bouncing on his toes when Jungkook approaches the bus stop, giggling at the huge bag on his back. It’s stuffed full with pens, paper, markers, and painting supplies. It took hours to find all of the supplies!
“Jungkookie, it’s too big!” Jimin meets him half-way, crushing him into a hug. Their cheeks squish together, Jungkook giggling when Jimin sways them back and forth. “But I love it.”
“It’s the only Power Rangers backpack they had.” Showing off his favorite ranger, Jungkook hangs his bag off one shoulder and zips open the back pocket. Sorting through the supplies, he pulls out a bag of crackers. “You can have some of you want.”
Cocking his head, a cute smile on his lips, Jimin asks, “Why do you have crackers in your backpack?”
“My mom doesn’t want me to get hungry at school.”
“Oh. I would but I just ate Cheerios.”
Suddenly something hisses, the familiar sound of children’s laughter coming from down the street, and Jungkook’s tail immediately dips between his legs. Arms wrapping around Jimin’s elbow, hiding himself behind his body, he warily watches the yellow stinky bus approach the stop.
Stroking his ears, Jimin smiles, gaze drinking up Jungkook’s terrified face. “Don’t be scared, Guk. It’s gonna be okay.”
“No it’s not!”
Sniffing Jungkook’s bitter fear-scent, nose wrinkling and eyes softening, Jimin quickly kisses his lips.
Feeling his cheeks heat up, Jungkook feels a bit of his nervousness slip away as Jimin intertwines their hands. “We can’t kiss outside, Jimin.”
“They didn’t see.”
“Jungkook!” Tae pokes his head out of the window, bus hissing to a halt. Like usual, his hair is a complete mess, something purple smeared across his chin. “Sit by me!”
“He’s NOT!” Jimin stomps his foot, leading Jungkook up the steps.
A little surprised at the outburst, Jungkook silently follows, shyly staring at the floor as the other students stare at him curiously. The bus driver smiles at them, telling them to sit wherever.
“He’s sitting by me,” Jimin clarifies proudly, allowing Jungkook to have the window seat.
“Aw.” Slumping in his seat, Taehyung slips out a pencil and a notebook from his backpack, watching his friends take a seat in the booth beside him. “Sit by me tomorrow, 'kay?”
“No,” Jimin whispers into Jungkook’s ear, the warm air causing it to flick. His breath smells like cherry Poptarts, sweet and warm. “We’re best friends so we have to sit by each other every day.”
“That’s crazy,” Jungkook squishes his friend’s cheek, snorting at how it puffs into the doughy skin. “What if you’re sick?”
“I’ll still go 'cause I’m your bus buddy.”
“I can’t sit by Tae ever?”
Thinking it over for a moment, Jimin shrugs, reaching for the bag of crackers clutched in Jungkook’s hand. “Once in a while.” Zipping open his friend’s bag, Jimin plops the snack inside. “But not more than me.”
How complicated! Jungkook doesn’t care who he sits by, just as long as he’s safe. “Okay.”
As the bus rolls along, the kids behind them laughing and singing songs, Taehyung hums to himself while drawing a picture. Poor Tae, Jungkook thinks, watching his friend itch his ear. A lot of people like him and want to sit by him, but he only wants to sit with Jungkook.
Regardless of what Jimin says tomorrow, he’s gonna sit by Tae.