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6 - Bad Boys

Jungkook went home after school on Tuesday with something to prove. He didn't want after school classes so he needed to study to get a B. It was possible for him to pass, maybe get a D, but not a B. He never paid attention in class so how could he magically get a B now?

But, he had something to prove now. He couldn't spend his Wednesday and Thursday afternoons with Mr. Park. No way.

He groaned as he entered his lonely home again, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He had three hours to do work and study before he had to start getting ready for his shift at the club, so with a heavy heart, he walked over to his bedroom to start studying.

None of it made sense. All the facts about meiosis. Prophase I. Prophase II. What the fuck were the differences?

He just knew the diagrams and how to label, and the quick explanations but he didn't know much. God, he was screwed.

He still pushed to study for three hours. Some of it made no sense but he just tried to memorize all the notes. That was a problem though, because Biology wasn't just memorising notes and rewriting them. It was actually understanding and visualizing the study. He wasn't getting very far.

Jungkook groaned deeply for the tenth time after he closed his books shut. He had enough. Who was Mr. Park anyway? Who gave him the right to make Jungkook study for three hours nonstop? He was nobody so why did Jungkook take his threat seriously? Maybe it was because Mr. Park was stern and seemed like the type to keep to his word. And, he wasn't afraid to put Jungkook in his place if he had to.

Jungkook couldn't do it anymore. It was exactly seven in the evening and he needed to be at work by eight. He needed to get to work. He sighed as he got off the bed and decided to go shower. He needed to get dressed, eat something for dinner and be ready to leave at seven-thirty.

The student stripped himself in the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had the body of a Greek God...so why did he hate himself so much? He didn't understand. He tried everything in his life to be better and to be someone that people liked or loved, but even going from a sweet nerd in middle school to a bad boy in high school made no difference. No one liked him. He felt incomplete. No matter what changes he did to his body, he could never accept himself. Wasn't that the usual struggle for a person his age, though?

Jungkook slowly entered the shower with a heavy heart. He hated feelings. He absolutely hated having them. It made him feel weak and stupid at the same time.

The young one scrubbed and cleaned his body, washing his chest that had tattoos until his right pec. He thought of maybe getting new tattoos soon, start filling up his chest, but he just never had the money to, until he started working last month. Now he could probably get a tattoo at the end of this month.

He washed himself up and exited the bathroom smelling like cherry blossoms as he decided to dress up. He worked as a bartender at the club a couple blocks away. It was good money and he looked like the type of person that no one would mess with. Even as an eighteen year old, he was huge. He has been working out for a year now but he put so much time and effort to exercising that his body was so muscular now. He was carved out of some sort of magical tree. He was beautiful. His shoulders were broad, and firm, while his waist was small and his thighs and ass region were muscular too. His body had all the right proportions and he was proud that nobody really tried to pick a fight with him at that club. However, he did need to separate a couple fights from taking place at the bar area.

Jungkook's shift would be three hours long, from eight till eleven. He'd go home exhausted because he wakes up at five every morning to work out until seven, since school usually started at eight. He had a good routine going. The studying from today tired him out already and now he dreaded his three hour shift.