Jungkook Oneshots

I Wanna Be Yours

                                       "𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰
                                                                       𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸." 

"Better get me the money before five tomorrow," Mark sneered, delivering a final shove that left you crumpled and bleeding on the ground.

As you lay there, the world around you faded into a blur, and despair washed over you. How were you supposed to come up with the cash to pay him back? To settle the debt your parents had left behind?

You couldn't approach the café owner where you worked; your paycheck wouldn't arrive for another week, and you knew there was no chance of an advance. But the reality loomed large: if you didn't find a way to repay Mark, it wouldn't just be him coming after you. There were others your parents owed, and they wouldn't be as forgiving.

Gently smearing the ointment over your swollen lips, you winced at the sting. The mirror reflected a face marked by the remnants of yesterday's turmoil. With a shaky breath, you steeled yourself for another day at school.

You were the quiet kid, the one who blended into the background like a shadow. No one really knew you existed—just another target for bullying in a sea of laughter and chatter.

To pay back Mark, you had devised a plan. Somehow, you managed to snag a gig walking a dog, which would earn you half of what Mark demanded. It wasn't much, but it was a start. The thought of finally chipping away at the debt felt like a flicker of hope in an otherwise dark situation.

You knew that with the money you saved for necessities, you could scrape together enough to pay him back in full, at least for today. But the reality weighed heavily on you; this was just a temporary fix. Your parents owed Mark more than you could ever repay in a single day, and you would need to work even harder to settle their debts.

Entering the classroom, you slipped into your usual seat in the quiet corner, hoping to remain unnoticed. Whispers floated around you, snippets of conversation that only amplified your sense of isolation.

"I hope it's a boy," a girl giggled, leaning toward her best friend.

"Me too! A hot one," her friend replied, her voice laced with excitement.

A guy nearby chimed in, "Nope, it's gotta be a girl."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Newcomers always stirred up gossip, but today, you found your gaze drifting to the window, longing for escape.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the chaos, the classroom settled into a hush. You braced yourself for the routine that was all too familiar. Just then, the teacher walked in with a new student in tow.

The moment he entered, the energy in the room shifted. The girls practically melted into their seat, eyes sparkling with awe. No denying it—he was undeniably handsome, with a well-defined physique and an aura that drew attention.

"So everyone, this is the new student. Please introduce yourself," Mr. Kim announced, his voice breaking the low hum of chatter in the classroom.

"Hello, I'm Jeon Jungkook," he said, his deep voice resonating through the room. As he glanced around the class, you could feel his gaze linger on you for a moment. but you instinctively looked away, focusing instead on the chipped paint of the desk in front of you.