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figment. - jungkook x bts

abuse tw

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what if you lived inside your own head for years on end.

what if all of your friends, family and colleagues didn't exist?

what if you weren't rich and famous?

what if you weren't 25, talented and adored?

what if you're just a lonely seventeen year old boy who's been creating this perfect world in his head for so long that he spends more time there than on planet earth?

what if there is no bts?

are you sure you haven't made this all up?

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everything is perfect.

jungkook loves dorm life. he loves waking up at 6am to go to 12 hour dance practices. he loves the headache he gets after singing constantly for hours. he loves when his ears won't stop ringing after a concert. he loves getting into scandals and seeing people hate on him, watching his name dragged through the mud for absolutely no reason. he loves being in pain. he loves being an idol. he loves it.

jungkook was born to be an idol.

it doesn't matter than he can't sing. or dance. or rap. it doesnt matter that he failed all of his auditions and was laughed out of the kpop industry all together.

none of that matters when you have created your own perfect fantasy and you spend more time there than you do in the real world.

real life jungkook is a fucking loser. everyone hates him. even his parents.

which is why his other life is so much better. he has a totally different family, and the best friends anymore could ask for. he has more money than he knows what to do with, three cars, a giant mansion that he shares with his six brothers, fame, power and the love of millions of people all around the world.

who cares about school and your shitty part time job when you preformed on jimmy fallon on friday, and then attended the grammys on saturday.

why does it matter what his dad thinks of him when he has 50 million instagram followers and fans that would literally die for him.

what's the point in living in a world where he is a nobody, when he can easily live in one where he is somebody.

jungkook closes his eyes, and falls into his dream world. he hears the scream of the crowd. he's on stage. he's giving a speech - he just won artist of the year. he thanks his parents - the made up ones, not the real ones. because here they don't exist. the good thing about living in a daydream is that you make the rules. jungkook's real parents weren't even born here. his school was never built.

he has the best life in the entire world.

if only it was real.

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jungkook snaps out of his trance in the middle of his maths class. one second he's watching movies with taehyung and the next he's trying to figure out pythagorus theorem. who needs to learn about 3.14 times whatever when you're preparing for your next album to come out?

he hates school. he spends most of his time there inside his own head. he hasn't done any actual work in years, apart from in korean literature. he's really good at creative writing - apparently he's got a wonderful imagination.

he sits alone at lunch. but that has never bothered him. because all he does at lunch is go to his dream world - he can eat with his bandmates there - unlike at school where he is forced to be around a bunch of assholes.