Jeon Jungkook, purebred alpha and heir to the Nightshade Pack, is not exactly known for being responsible. In fact, he's lazy, has terrible grades, and has absolutely no work ethic because he's always had his dad's black card to fund his shenanigans...
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Jungkook
"Looking around the room today, I can tell that Jeon Jungkook touched the lives of many people," Taehyung says, his tone conveying sorrow. "We're accompanied by some of those who were closest to the young, exuberant alpha—his friends, classmates, and even his boyfriend. It is with great sorrow that we gather, celebrating the life of who would have been the leader of the Nightshade Pack. He will rest well with the Moon Goddess. Jimin, you were closest with him. Have you prepared any words?"
"I'd rather not," he responds, voice clipped and monotone. "I have nothing to say."
Now, you might be wondering why I'm attending my own funeral—well, of course I would be attending if there was anything of my body present in the room, but I am talking about attending as in living attendance. You may also be wondering why my boyfriend (technically ex-boyfriend, but there's no need to get into semantics) doesn't seem to care. The answer is simple, really.
I faked my own death and am holding a faux funeral in an attempt at getting Jimin to finally talk to me. You see, he dumped me (again) and refuses to take me back, something about "my freeloading and laziness fostering a negative living environment and hindering his personal growth." I, on the other hand, think that this is just his means of foreplay.
With a smile, I push open the coffin and make eye contact with my beloved, only for him to roll his eyes and get up and leave, the rest of the attendees staring at me in shock while Taehyung mouths a "sorry, man." Perhaps my little charade at the hospital where I had Jimin rush to the emergency room ruined the wow factor of this plan. But it's been six weeks, a rut spent alone, backbreaking nights spent on Taehyung's shitty couch, and I'm fucking tired. How did it come to this?
Let's rewind, shall we?
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3 Months Ago
"Jeon Jungkook, why is it that you spent over eleven billion won over the course of a mere weekend?!" My father fumed, his eyes glaring daggers at me as he tapped his foot, arms crossed over his chest.
"Sounds like a hyperbole to me," I responded weakly.
"Do you want me to show you the bank statements? They're right on my desk, if you'd like to look."
I scratched the back of my neck. "Uhh... would you believe that I had to pay rent, get groceries, and have my motorcycle fixed along with other costs rolled into one?"
His smoky scent grew thick, causing me to swallow. "Considering I'm the one who pays for your rent and I can fucking see where all of the charges are from, no, I don't fucking believe it. Jungkook, you're supposed to be finishing up your last year of college so you can be an adult and start training to take over as pack leader."
"Umm... about that..."
Dad blinked. "About what?"
"I may have dropped out of college?"
"WHAT?!" His eyes glowed red as his voice boomed, causing the room to shake. "YOU DROPPED OUT?! AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR YOU?!"
"The whole waking up and going to class thing just wasn't working for me."
He sat down, holding his head in his hands. "And I assume you still don't have a job."
"What's the need?"
Red eyes met mine. "You better learn how to draft a résumé, because your days of living lavishly are over. You're cut off."
"What?" I jumped up. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I'm canceling your black card, breaking your lease, and kicking you out of the pack house effective immediately! When I think of how I've raised you, my alpha growls in disgust! Your mother looks down upon us with disdain! She grew up poor and had to work hard for everything she had. Her death led me to coddling and spoiling you, and I can see I've ruined you, but I'm done. I can't even look at you. You're still my son and I love you, but I'm done enabling you. As of now, you are unfit to be pack leader. Find your own way, Jungkook, because I'm done bailing you out."
"A-Appa, you, you can't be serious? You're cutting me off? Taking my home? Taking my birth right? How could you?!"
He shook his head. "That was a privilege, not a right. You have no work ethic and you don't understand the value of a dollar. You would run this pack into the ground. As head alpha, it is my duty to ensure the safety and wellbeing of the Nightshade Pack. You would be its detriment. There are other clans who can provide an heir. You've brought shame to me; you've brought shame to the pack." A tear slid down his face. "You're the only piece left of my Eun-sook, yet I can no longer see her in you. You used to be hardworking, intelligent, and thoughtful. You used to have that same spark in your eyes. Now, all I see is entitlement."
His words crashed into me like a bowling ball. "I—Appa—I—"
"Go," he pointed to the door, "and don't bother taking your bike or car. I can't bear to look at you."
"Can I... Can I keep my phone?"
"Your phone and health insurance are the only things I'll continue to cover. Even that is too much. You'll find just enough in your account to get you started. Use it wisely."
My feet were heavy as I dragged them to the porch. Everything was numb as I picked up my phone and clicked the first contact in my favorites.
He picked up after barely two rings. "Jungkook? Baby?"
"Can you come and get me from the pack house?"
"Is your bike having trouble?" He asked.
"P-Please just come. I need you."
"I'll be right there. Don't cry. I love you."
"I love you too."
Author's Note: I can tell I'm not the only one obsessed with Seven (make sure to stream!). The music video and the explicit version are my sources of inspiration. It feels nice to write again after dealing with writer's block for so long.
Do you think Jungkook will mature and develop a work ethic? What are your thoughts on the chapter?
Make sure to take care and love yourself as best as you can.
