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Sitting on his desk he was sketching doodles down on his notebook while the teacher was explaining the lesson, he had one of his earphones plugged in his ears which was covered by the hood of his black hoodie even though he didn't seem to care whether he'd get caught.

No one really cared about his presence, which he wasn't bothered by instead relished that everyone else had their own shit to deal with. He never liked being around people anyway. It made him feel suffocated, even when the slightest amount of attention was given to him.

He didn't believe in humanity, he didn't believe in friendships, and most importantly he didn't believe in love. He thought if love really did exist his parents would've still been together today. His life was what the 17 year-old would describe as a "sick joke". He was never fazed by it, things would just never get better, would it? 

He hates his parents for not thinking twice about his future before the divorce. He hates his parents for being so forgetful about his feelings. Jungkook is living with his mother, as his father is a chronic alcoholic. But that didn't make things any better as his mom is a drug addict followed by her new boyfriends every few days. They would all treat him like bullshit, sometimes abusing him to the point he can barely breathe. The worst part of it all, his own mother didn't look like she was gonna stand up for him anytime soon. He has always been suicidal  but he could never grow the balls to actually commit. why? because he has always been the weak and fragile type. But the physical pain wasn't anything compared to the mental pain he was going through everyday, all by himself. That's what he blames his heavy use of alcohol, drugs, tobacco and all sorts of awful acts onto. Things like that would always make him feel like he's on cloud nine. It would be as if the world stops for a while, his problems would start to vanish and disappear till the effect of the drug stops. 

Hearing the bell ring Jungkook dropped his pen, putting his notebook inside his bag. Throwing his bag on his shoulder, a sigh leaving his lips already feeling tired. Taking his phone out he frowned, seeing a message from his mother- 

[message] - "Come home right now, we need to talk." 

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook knew the conversation will end with unwanted commotion, it's not the first time it happened anyway. Leaving the classroom, he immediately grabbed his earphones plugging them in, music has always helped him escape reality and somehow made him feel euphoric. 

Walking down the grim street of his small neighborhood, he had his head hung low drowning in the music which he was blasting through his earbuds. He would be lying if he said he didn't have this undeniable passion for music. He truly loved it, something he says he can't live without. He would write song lyrics during recess but would eventually throw it away finding it stupid. He always wanted to pursue music, but he had no knowledge on it thinking he would fail anyway, how could someone so fucked up like him be a musician?

Arriving at the doorsteps of his mother's house, Jungkook unplugged his device, shoving it into his pocket. Looking around he took out the spare key to their house, opening the flimsy and filthy looking door to their home. Walking in, he saw his mother and her boyfriend sitting on the couch of the old messed up living room. The room smelled like cigarettes and strong liquor.

Jungkook ; "What do you wanna talk about?"  he said looking at his mother with a straight face. Puffing out smoke from her cigarettes, Jungkook's mother stayed quiet for a few moments staring at the floor before looking up at him, saying-

Mother ; "You know how we've been lacking food and water along with our rent and electricity bills, we can't afford shit unless someone gathers the money." nodding, Jungkook boredly waited for her to continue.