Nightmares ⚣ Vkook ⚣completed

Chapter 1

The pic is Jisoo aka Joshua of seventeen, the butler of Jungkook
(WARNING⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️: FOUL LANGUAGE UP AHEAD!!)

-Jungkook P.O.V-

"YAH! You little punk! DETENTION! GO STAND OUTSIDE" The teacher yelled. I sighed and slowly stood up and walked to the door, sending one last look at the smirking boys in the back. Brats.

I stood outside by the window to make sure I could still hear what the teacher was saying. Most would think I didn't have to learn for my marks, that I was just a lucky guy for carrying the title 'intelligent', that I study the minimum for the tests, and am still able to get A's or high B's. But I actually study day and night for them, even though it doesn't seem like I do. And those boys in the back, distracting, bothering and pranking me a lot don't really help. Of course it weren't only those boys, it was practically the whole school, although most people just ignore me.

I guess my life just sucks.

I was awoken of my daydreaming by a hit on the head with the teachers stick. I didn't flinch, just calmly moved my head to look at the angry teacher.

" YAH!!! YOU PUNK! PAY ATTENTION TO MY LESSON FOR ONCE!" He yelled. I sighed again and nodded. Luckily the bell rang and all the other students of the class quickly went to their other classes. I got my bag and books and bowed to the teacher before walking away with my usual stoic face.

Oh yeah, another thing I should tell you about. I rarely show emotions and rarely talk, even though I think a lot. I just can't and don't want to express any emotions. Which is why most other students tease me. They want a reaction out of me. They want me to get angry or cry, to break down in front of them so they can tease me even more. Sure they know I'm rich and my family is powerful, they just don't care.

'Children can be the most innocent but cruel beings'

I don't blame them, it's monkey see monkey do. But when they are goddamn seventeen years old, you'd think they learn to have a mind of their own and stop following others as much. Sadly that is not the case in this situation. I get stared at as I walk to my next class, art. The only class I actually like, besides PE.

------------------time skip to 5:30 pm-----------------

I step out of the school doors, students long gone, even some teachers went home already. Just as I'm about to walk off the school property I hear a shout behind me, from a very familiar voice. I try to turn around but when I felt a hard hit on the back of my head, I knew I didn't turn in time.

I stumbled forward and caught myself before I hit the ground flat faced. From the corner of my eye I looked at my 'attackers'. Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi. Them again? I quickly stood up straight and came face to face with Namjoon, who had hit me with a wooden hockey stick. He glared down at me while I just stared at him.

"Hey Jeon, are you going to cry to your mommy?" He mocked, looking or a reaction. 'Ouch' I just looked at him, my face a void of emotion. But my eyes full of pain and more important, disappointment.

I knew they were trying to get something out of me, even if that meant hurting me badly. I opened my mouth to say something, but I got interrupted by a horn of a car. I saw a black Audi in front of the entrance and saw a man get out. my father. I cursed in my mind when I realized I had kept him waiting.

I looked at the curious guys a few meters away from me before I picked up my bag, that had fallen, and calmly but quickly walked to the waiting man. Once in front of him I bowed a ful 90 degrees, getting hit on the head in process. He took his hand away and wiped some blood off with his handkerchief. Most likely from the hit on my head with the hockey stick