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JEON JUNGKOOK
A 16 year old boy, was shivering and begging the fat, old man to stop or at least give a break from lashing out the whip on his bleeding back. His face usually was beautiful, with cute doe eyes, thin lips, and a button nose, but now? Hot tears streaming down his cheeks, eyes compressed, mouth leaving all those painful sobs which he couldn't control from coming out, fists clenched and knees down to the floor, back bleeding from what he is going through.
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After a nightmare of 2 hours, the master finally stopped and threw the whip away and cursed at him for being a burden in the workhouse and left.
He left the abused boy, on the floor, half conscious, half alive.
The boy never wanted to live in this world, he bloomed in a graveyard instead of a garden, a graveyard where there is no love, care or pity for him, he was tired of everything, tired of the abuse, he just wanted time to stop, to freeze everything, he wanted the life to be taken away from, he hated the desire his brain had, to live, his heart was broken so much that he wanted to quit, quit everything, his life, he didn't even want to be in heaven or hell, he hated the universe, he hated himself, his hate turned into tears and poured down his cheeks.
The boy stood up with all his strength he had left in his body, he picked up his jacket and shirt from the cold, damp floor and stood up with the help of the walls, his eyes were emotionless, its like someone took out his emotions, while coming into his dorm, he saw a blonde haired boy, a bit older than him, showing his boxy smile and hugging an old man, maybe in his 40's while 5 other men were admiring him, he let out a wry chuckle and left on his way, jacket loose, hanging from his shoulder, eyes fixed on the ground, hands on the wall for support, he limped his way to his dorm.
He felt his back burning, like fire, his tears poured out even more, he tried to crouch down but the soreness in his back didn't let him do so, he couldn't take anymore of the pain and gradually fell down against the wall, but before his body could touch the floor, he felt someone lifting him up and placing his head on their lap
??: HEY BOY!! easy there, what's your name huh?
JK: J-Ju-ngko-ok
that was the last thing he whispered before groaning weakly. He just hoped that whoever carried had the pity to catch him from falling would take him away from this hell hole, from the place he felt extreme aversion. He then let the darkness take over him.
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JUNGKOOK POV
I fluttered my eyes open to only see myself in the same old bed which had been assigned to me and 5 other boys, one of them was hugging me, I pushed him of gently and tried to get up.
The minute the boy's foot touched the floor, he felt a spasm of pain in his back, he then remembered what happened and shivered a bit, he walked towards the window and saw some people packing something, he sighed and turned back towards the bed.
He then realized something is missing, no not something, everything he owned, his dress, his books, they were all missing, he panicked and started searching for them frantically not bothering to turn back or at least soothe his sore back.
BOY 1: Hyung? What are you doing?
JK: Oh? I waked you up? sorry buddy, but do you know where my stuff are?
BOY4: Oh about that?! You were asked to be at that bitch's office.
JK: What? I just came from there I guess?
BOY4: I don't think I know what he wants, but come back soon hyung.
He guessed what was about to happen now, he didn't want it, he had just became close to the five boys who lived in the same room as him, the ones who treated his bruises and the ones who wiped his tears and hugged him to sleep, he didn't want to let go, he regretted not being close to them earlier.
They suffered the same fate as him, their parents were dead, they died in an accident, the boys were always there for each other, they grew up together, suffered together. They shared a hug, full of different emotions, sadness for leaving and getting a new family, scared to loose each other, hope to live a different life, but in the end, they knew they had to let go, they let go of the hug, and the older left the room after giving a painful smile showing that he'll miss them the most.
He went to office of his master not daring to look up, he didn't notice the men in the room.
He slowly looked up to find-
He spotted 6 young men, probably elder than him, standing with cold faces, which clearly showed their annoyance, he also saw an elderly man who was already looking at him, with an aura that showed he had the power to do anything, but he also wore a gentle smile to not scare the small boy.
Before Jungkook could react to what was happening around him, his master had put his harsh hands on Jungkook's shoulder, which burnt his skin and caused the boy to whimper softly, the whimper did not reach the man's ears, but it reached his son's ears very well.
MASTER: Bow to them, you useless piece of shit, BOW!!
The master whispered in a very raspy voice which sent chills down the poor boy's spine, he shivered a bit, and bowed down meekly, while biting the already swollen lips of his.
The man approved his bow with a small smile, only his lips moved not his eyes, for a second, he felt someone glaring at him, he turned to his side to see the same blonde-haired boy he saw outside, glaring at him but, being a shy person he was, he bowed at them again.
MAN: Jungkook-ah, can you go outside for a moment? you too Tae.
JK: yes, sure
TAE: Yes dad.
The voice, his very voice showed his dominance and hate for being in here, but Jungkook just turned and left the office, while hanging his head low, the whole time he was bitting his lips, which showed his nervousness, the minute he came out he was grabbed by the shoulder to which his reflexes reacted by groaning, and trying to take the person's harsh grip away from his wounded shoulder, which was burning with the grip, but he didn't try to protect himself, he knew he wasn't capable of that, so he just allowed the stranger to glare at him.
Wow, just wow, how many shitty problems will he even have?
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