If one were to inquire about Jeongguk's day, he would effortlessly respond with the classic, "It was like any other day." However, peeling back the layers of his routine unveiled a narrative that spoke volumes of the burdens he carried. Beyond the façade of normalcy lay a reality overshadowed by long and grueling training hours, a dance instructor personally appointed by his father, and the relentless pursuit of an unattainable perfection.
Jeongguk's days were dominated by a relentless cycle of training sessions that pushed him to the brink of exhaustion. There were moments when the demanding regimen led him to collapse, lying unconscious on the ground for a staggering fifteen minutes. The dance teacher, handpicked by Mr. Jeon, reflected the father's unyielding commitment to shaping his son into what he deemed "perfect." In the grand scheme of Jeongguk's life, Mr. Jeon had made a habit of orchestrating the improbable, leveraging his wealth to mold his son into a paragon of success.
Yet, in the midst of this curated existence, Mr. Jeon seemed oblivious to a fundamental truth—there was no such thing as human perfection. This elusive concept, reserved for machines and technology, crumbled in the face of the complexities that defined human nature. Jeongguk, despite the relentless pursuit of flawlessness, was a human being, susceptible to fatigue, doubt, and the weight of his own existence.
Jeongguk was a human too.
Admittedly, Jeongguk could never truthfully deny his weariness. The rigorous training extracted not just his physical energy but drained the very essence of life from him.
Just about when he was dropped off of the car, again owned by his father, from the dancing class, he got a call from the same person that is causing him all the burden. And he knew very well what would happen if he went against his father or any of his family. This was a memory he barely ever thinks of, but in this certain moment, it just flashed like a light in his mind.
[Flashback to years ago.]
The summer of 2009 bathed the world in a warm embrace, the sun casting its golden rays upon the earth. However, for a nine-year-old boy named Jeongguk, the scorching heat was accompanied by an underlying sense of melancholy. September loomed on the horizon, promising the end of summer freedom, but the arduous studies he endured made the approaching date feel like an eternity away.
During breaks, while his classmates reveled in carefree games and laughter, Jeongguk would steal moments by the window. His gaze fixated on the joyful scenes unfolding outside, a stark contrast to the burdensome responsibilities that consumed his days
From an early age, Jeongguk had become adept at navigating a complex web of expectations. Whether it was the art of pretending to sing with unbridled enthusiasm at the teacher's approach or concealing his nighttime phone usage beyond the allotted thirty minutes, he had mastered the art of deception. The latter, a desperate attempt to carve out a semblance of normalcy amid the strict rules imposed upon him.
Jeongguk was getting beaten.
And he hated it.
The memory of his father's stern hand, unforgiving and overpowering, left more than just physical bruises—it etched a permanent scar on his soul. Whether he hit the right tone or not, the repercussions were inevitable, manifesting in a dark spot that lingered for days, a painful reminder of the consequences of imperfection. If he succeeded, he was berated for his perceived weakness, a twisted form of emotional abuse that left scars just as profound as the physical ones.
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Fanfictionin which jeon jeongguk, the born-singer college student and so-called fuck boy, is getting through a not so annoying rivarly with kim taehyung, the kicked out of his home boy with big dreams and freshly built confidence. it was all fun and games unt...
