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2 - Bad Reputations

The world always has opposite spectrums. There's light and dark. Good and bad. Pure and evil. Rich and poor. And then, there's love and hate.

Jeon Jungkook always believed in the negative spectrum. He relished the darkness, he allied with the bad. He was the bad.

Not just a typical bad boy. Jungkook never believed in anything positive. How could he when he never saw anything good happening to him? Jungkook was a firm believer of "seeing is believing". He'd only believe in Santa Claus when he sees him. Which also meant that Jungkook was stubborn and hard to give advice to when he always assumed it was his way and only his way.

The eighteen year old had dark brown hair, almost black, that fell over his eyes. His hair was lengthy and reached just below his ears, shielding the world from his beautiful, doe eyes that held stories he wished he could hide. Those eyes... They haven't lit up since he was a young boy, and he always creases his eyebrows now, his gaze being strong and intimidating. He hasn't relaxed and felt anything in a long, long time.

He was dressed in his black sweatpants and a black loose t-shirt as he grunted, sweat coating his skin as he pushed the heavy weight up, his biceps flexing as he worked out in the community gym. God, he was sweating so much. He lifted the weight and put it back in its place before he sat up, using his t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. His right arm was decorated with black ink, his tattoos starting from his hand and filling up with ink right until his right pec.

The people in the gym glanced in his direction. No matter how young he was, he still looked like eye candy to the females in the gym. But Jeon Jungkook couldn't be bothered. He was there with the purpose to work out and let off some steam, not to check out the women in the gym.

After wiping the sweat off his forehead, he adjusted his shirt before standing up, walking over to his gym bag to grab his large bottle of water. He twisted the cap before he brought the opening to his pouted and pink lips, chugging down on the clear liquid as he hydrated himself after his two hour workout. He was done for the day.

He closed his bottle cap and chucked his water bottle in his gym bag before he zipped it up and flung it over his right shoulder, ready to leave the gym. With skin glistening from sweat, dark brown strands damp amd falling over his eyes, the brunette left the gym and decided to walk home, since he walked to the gym. His home was only two blocks away from the gym, so walking there was like an extra workout routine.

The brunette sighed as he got on his pathway to his home. Well, his aunt's home. He didn't live with his parents. How could he when his parents were deceased?

He hated Sundays. Tomorrow would be Monday and he hated going to school. Sundays were worse because he had to try to get some of his homework done, just enough for him to be able to say he did at least something. Although, he always got in trouble no matter how much homework he did. His lazy attitude and cockiness always got him into trouble with the teachers. He wasn't exactly the richest and so, he had nothing to his name other than the fact that he was a troublemaker.

Yes. Classic Jeon. He was the bad boy of his school, and he caused trouble everywhere he went. If he didn't cause trouble with the girls, he caused trouble with the boys. Who could honestly complain, though? He was a gorgeous specimen that girls couldn't help but fawn over.

Although he never found one that caught his eye, everyone wanted a taste of the infamous bad boy. However, he wasn't interested in anyone at all. Relationships were something he didn't do. He couldn't. Not when he felt like he was too messed up for someone to love.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration as he entered his aunt's home with the spare key which he kept with himself. When he was greeted by silence, he understood that she was gone. She was working, again. She worked two shifts to provide for her and Jungkook, and sometimes she would return home very late. Times were tough. She was a simple waitress at a nearby diner, so taking on a second shift meant that she would get paid more, but it still wasn't enough.