ROCKIN', ROLLIN', SWAGGIN', SWAGGER—
Jimin woke up, hitting his snooze button a bit too hard, he slowly rolled his lethargic body out of bed to get ready to begin his year of pure hell. Jimin walked to the bathroom, turning on the shower and taking off his sweat pants and boxers, looking in the mirror at his white skin, almost translucent, but not for long if this year was anything like the previous, soon it would be covered in large blue and purple marks from his schoolmates.
They had given him a not-so-friendly welcome during his first year at Seoul high, one of the most elite school in south Korea, full of only the rich, and the few outcast scholar students, Jimin was one of the ladder, most scholars didn't last long, to the rich, if you don't have money or ties to it, you are nothing, of no value to them a waste of space that should be ran off, and that's just what they did.
Jimin though, had no choice but to stay he couldn't get scared and run away, he had to stay at that school it was the dying wish of his mother, and Jimin planed to follow through, no matter the pain it caused him. He snapped out of his thoughts when the bathroom began to fog from the heat of the water clouding the mirror.
Exiting the shower and draping a towel around his waist, he walked back to his room looking through his closet for clothes to wear, he wasn't excited in the least to begin the year but decided to pick out his nicest clothes, which being poor as he was wasn't saying much, he put on a pair of black skinny jeans with holes that fit right in all the right places, and a black and red knitted sweater with holes in a few places giving it a nice, but rugged, look.
Jimin walked down to the kitchen looking around for his father, but he was no where to be seen, though Jimin knew where he was, out at clubs spending money on girls and drinks, Jimins money to be exact, money he worked and made. Grabbing a piece of bread and spreading a bit of butter on it, he walked out the door, locking it with his spare key on the way out.
Walking at a fast pace almost a jog, he wasn't going to be late to school but Jimin live on the 'dangerous' side of town, most of the building in the area broken down and rusty or sporting gang signs claiming their territory, just seeing the looks some people around there give was enough to send most running, but for Jimin it was normal to see people like that, he had grown up with it but that didn't mean he wasn't a bit intimidated and would pick up the pace in that part of town.
Jimin arrived at the school gates, a huge sign that read ' Elite Seoul Highschool' the building had been repainted, as it was ever year, it had a garden, more like a meadow to Jimin, filled with millions of flowers, of which he could name about five, it had an enormous basketball court and held dorms, for those who had them money, he thought to himself "Yep, still as gaudy as ever..." Jimin sighed as he walked into the school, about to begin his year of romance, lies, pain, and love all brought on by the cruel thing most call... fate.
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Twisted Fates (BoyxBoy)
Fanfic17 year old Jeon Jungkook has always been sheltered, going to private academy's his entire life, he had never come in contact with anyone unlike himself, his life built upon, fake, business friendships, having only one real friend. No one dared to b...
