Two Diffrent worlds.

Chapter One.

"Lettuce, Milk, Bread, Banana Milk, and seasoning." My father hovered over my shoulder as I wrote the unusual grocery list on a sticky note. "Okay, Dad..Is that it?" I turned to look at him and he nodded curtly and swiftly walking away. I sigh and crumple the paper up and stuff it in my jeans. My Sunday mornings were always

the same, I get groceries, ride my bike around, and write some lyrics. It was the same. Every. Single. Day. I guess I'm a boring person, I mean it's not like I'm floating in money like that bastard from school, Park Jimin. Not everyone can go on boat trips and skip school because your family owns a famous music company. I can't just pull out hundred dollar bills out of no where. Especially when your born into a poor family. I grab my bike from the porch and walk outside the apartment. I push myself off and begin to ride to the super market. I smile when I pass the elderly and children that live across the street. I begin to pedal faster and take a sharp turn, stopping at the super market. I lock my bike up and trudge into the Super. Aish, what an unusual shopping list. He doesn't even cook. 

"Excuse me!" A deep voice said. I turned around and bowed. 

"Mianhe.." I lifted my eyes to find a tall awkward looking boy with deep dimples. He wore really tight ripped jeans, a white hood, and a black snapback. I tried to do the math in my head on how much this outfit would cost. He nodded and walked away brushing my shoulder in the process. I shrugged. I've never seen him around before, he must be new to this Super Market.

After getting the groceries, I decided to go out and bike for awhile like every Sunday. It was a short ride I stopped by a couple of parks and saw people from school whom I ignored. I sat on my bike in front of the house, I had a odd feeling to go back and ride. Eunhyuk may not be home yet, I began to pedal back to one of the parks. I sit on a bench after locking up my bike.   Tomorrow I'm a official senior, I could finally do something after leaving that prison. Although my parents may not have enough money to send me to college, I've been thinking about a scholarship in archeology and going to a so-so college. My dream college has always been far away, Harvard. People say it doesn't matter about the school it's the student, but I don't really believe in that.  If you get into a school like Harvard they provide better tools to help you learn, like clubs and different activities. That's what I want...A experience. 

"Shhh...He'll here us." I turned around were my bike was and saw to hooded people with pocket knifes. They stabbed one and the other. I jumped up and grabbed one by the shoulder to see who it was.

"Yah! You Bastards! Do you know how much this cost?! Have you gone crazy? Who are you to come and pop my tire? Aren't you tired?!" I screamed. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. The second hooded boy turned around and smirked instantly I my tears fell. Park Jimin? Again? 

"Tired of what?" The other one revealed himself and it turned out it was J-hope schools most best dancer. 

"Bullying me! Everyday at school or somewhere you appear and make things worse! Am I that easy? DO YOU THINK I'M THE TYPE TO LET THINGS GO?" My hands balled up into fists. Jimin started to laugh. 

"Your upset over a $130 bike? You're the one who's nuts." Jimin looked me over.

"Yeah, I forgot... Your a spoiled billionaire. 130 to you is 59¢ isn't it? THIS BIKE....Aish..You think everyone can replace things like that? Is it that easy?" I let out a huff and pushed pass them grabbing my ruined bike. It took my dad four months to get this bike for me. I wiped my tears with my sleeve and ran out of the park holding the handles of my bike, forgetting that their popped I tripped over with the bike and landed in mud. The bike fell on top of my legs giving me long lasting bruises. 

"Stupid..This Kid really..." then I heard laughter. I was beating embarrassed. I got up and walked home weeping.

I walk in my house leaving the bike outside the apartment.

"Oh, Hyung You're back" Jungkook stood up and bowed. 

"Aish, you don't need to bow every time you see me idiot. Do your homework." I walked passed him and into the bathroom. 

"Hyung what happened?"Jungkook stood in front of the bathroom door. I put my hands on either side of the sink and looked at him through the mirror.

"Go." I snapped. He nodded and closed the door. I stare at my self in the mirror. I hate Him. I always will. What had I done wrong to him, that he always hurts me like this? I strip down and enter the shower. Turning on the knob all the way to cold. I wish my parents were rich, I would love to see Jimin in my Shoes. I would pop his tires, Egg his house, throw his water in the pond, and give him fake love notes all those things he did to me will be returned to him one day. Just One Day. I get out of the shower and walk into my small narrow room that consists of my full sized bed, a bookshelf, and my desk. I walk to my closet and put on some sweats and a long sleeved shirt. Finally I could get some rest, I jump into my fluffy bed and cover my self up instantly closing my eyes until my door opened.

"Aish, Jungkook Get out!" I turned. He continued to walk in and sat on my bed. 

"It's Your dad." Eunhyuk put his hand on my calf. 

"Oh hey Eunhyuk..." I turned over and smiled.

"Why don't you call me dad anymore?" He asked.

"Dunno, what's up?" He never comes in and sits on my bed.

"I got a promotion.." He smiled. My eyes widen in suprise.

"Daebak! Congratulations!" I highfived him.

"Thank you, um..Jin...why is your bike outside and Popped?" He asked with concern in his voice. My eyes watered, "Just some Jerks.." I whispered. My dad messaged my leg and gave me a sympathetic look. 

"Park Jimin?" My dad asked. I nodded my head and turned around I just want to sleep all of a sudden. 

"Dad...Can you leave?" I asked he got up and kissed me on the head. I start to cry again. Bastards...Those Bastards...Made me feel guilty for something I didn't do. Aish...