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In the shadow of life's trials, orphaned Jungkook, falsely accused of murder, faces abandonment from friends and dwindling self-resp...
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In the night, Jungkook walked tiredly along the dimly lit street, his steps echoing the heavy load he carried. His body swayed slightly as he walked, a sign of the tiredness that weighed him down.
The morning had brought a tough showdown at the university, one that had left him beaten and bruised. It had started with making fun of his simple clothing, escalating into a brutal fight that had taken a toll on him.
It wasn't a matter of being weak; Jungkook had his own strength, but it was a battle against a system that favoured others. The boys who had singled him out were from wealthy families, and he knew that their advantage would protect them. No one would speak up for him, and the university's leader would likely punish him instead. It wasn't the first time he had faced such a hardship, and he had learned that sometimes staying silent was his only protection.
As he unlocked his apartment door and entered, his first stop was the bathroom. The bright fluorescent light showed the extent of the damage to his face, with clear bruises standing out against his light skin. He held his battered face, a solemn reflection of the struggles he faced every day.
The physical toll didn't stop there. Even the coffee shop where he worked had given him a warning; his bruised appearance was not accepted. The threat of losing his job hung over him, a stark reminder of the tough world he navigated.
But for now, his main concern was the nagging hunger that turned his stomach. He left the bathroom with the intention of taking care of his injuries later. Wearily, he went to the kitchen, each step a battle against exhaustion. It was a routine he knew well, one that happened in solitude. No matter how he felt, there was never anyone to give him a ready meal or ask about his well-being.
As he stood in the dimly lit kitchen, his surroundings showed a life lived in solitude and difficulty. The simple task of making a meal became a symbol of the self-reliance he had developed over the years, proof of his strength in the face of hardship.
Just like every night, Jungkook put a pot of water on the stove, watching as the blue flames lit up beneath it. He took a simple pack of noodles from a crowded cupboard, opened it, and poured its contents into the pot. The familiar sound of boiling water filled the small kitchen as he waited for the noodles to become soft and ready to eat.
Jungkook was no stranger to being thrifty; it was a way of life he had gotten used to. The idea of spending money for comfort or wants was something Jungkook wasn't familiar with; he simply couldn't afford such luxuries.
Jungkook had committed himself to working three jobs, putting in all his effort to make enough money to get by. Yet, despite his hard work, the money he earned went towards education, basic necessities, and seemingly never-ending debts.
With the pot of noodles cooking on the stove, Jungkook turned his attention to the bathroom mirror. He had some cotton swabs and a jar of ointment ready.
