"I'm J-Jungkook." I boy said softly, as he looked at me. I smiled at his cute name, and he smiled shyly back.
"Why are you homeless?" I asked cautiously, and saw him freeze slightly.
"I-I ran away." He admitted quietly. "I was t-tired of my e-eomma coming home drunk all the time, a-and using me as a p-punching bag."
I tensed at his words. What kind of mother does that to her child? I glared at my hands, that were resting in my lap, and chewed on my lower lip.
When I looked up, Jungkook was looking off towards the ocean, but I highly doubt he was actually looking.
"You can live with me. I have an extra room.." I said, not really sure if he heard me. Jungkook turned towards me and I looked down slightly.
"Are you sure Taehyung?" Jungkook asked, and I looked back up at him.
"Yeah. As long as you're not like a mass murderer or anything?" I said, and he laughed.
"Damn." I thought to myself. "Am I really attracted to him, even though I litterally JUST met him?"
"O-Okay." Jungkook agreed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I smiled and stood up.
"Then let's go."