Broken [DISCONTINUED]

- Chapter Four -

Why do I have to be a brother to him, that ungrateful bastard?! Seokjin angrily thought as he went to pull out his phone and earphones but realised he left both of them at home - his phone still on charge. He groaned quietly to himself as he walked the hour long trip from his place and school. The birds sung quietly and he smiled softly to himself, wishing he was one of those birds - flying free without a single care in the world. At times, Seokjin didn't mind walking to school on his own as it was the only time he would get peace and quiet from the constant yelling between Yoongi's parents and him to do their work and the torture at school with Yoongi and Hoseok's bullying. Weirdly, people often wonder how two juniors are able to bully a senior without being afraid. When they see the bullying, they just shrug their shoulders and turn their backs on him, and they don't bother to help because they know that Seokjin doesn't deserve to live because Yoongi tells everyone so they can all torture him. Kim Namjoon is the only person who doesn't know about the bullying, apart from what he had witnessed the day before. He himself knows what it's like to be bullied as he had been bullied for years because of the crash that killed his whole family and for the limp that is a constant reminder of that incident. It drives Seokjin insane and he often wonders why he has kept himself alive all these years when he'd much rather and better off, dead.

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"Seokjin! Oh there you are!" Mr. Jeon's voice rang across the school grounds and he looked up, smiling a little at Mr. Jeon's adorable smile as his eyes scrunched up a little from his bright smile. Seokjin returned the smile with a small one of his own as he followed Mr. Jeon to the staff room. As they walked in, the warmth invited him in and gave Seokjin a sense of warmth, security and safety. As usual, Mr. Jeon prepared Seokjin's hot chocolate - just the way he likes it. He takes the hot mug in between his cold hands and slowly takes a sip of the hot drink, the hot, smooth liquid warming him from the inside out.
"Thanks Mr. Jeon." Seokjin whispers, barely audible to Mr. Jeon's own ears.
"No worries Seokjin and from now on, please call me Jungkook-hyung. I feel odd that you call me that since we are good friends. But I have one rule, only call me that when it's us alone. Okay?" Seokjin nods and Jungkook gently ruffles the slender, fragile boy's light brown hair. Seokjin closes his eyes in contentment as he takes another sip of the hot chocolate.

"I gotta go and sort out my notes for my classes. Wanna help me carry them from my car to my office?" Seokjin eagerly nods as he gulps the last of his hot chocolate before rinsing out the mug and placing it on the dish rack and following Jungkook to his car. He helps carry Jungkook's books to his office and stays with him until the first bell. Seokjin told Jungkook what he had for his assignment but was unsure of how to put those ideas into art.

"Heard of abstract art?" Jungkook suggests, writing the idea in Seokjin's notes of his assignment. He nods shyly, "I don't know how I would do that though... I thought of it but how could I portray those ideas into abstract art?" He whispers, looking up at Jungkook's cute baby face as his eyes crinkle as he smiles and doesn't reply but instead, he draws a small image beside one of the notes.

"Here's a few ideas. It may not be much but it'll help a bit." Jungkook smiles softly but it falters when he reads the note 'suicidal'.
"Seokjin, why?" Tears form in Jungkook's eyes as he gazed at Seokjin while he avoided eye contact with the elder. Seokjin avoided answering the question as he mindlessly drew scribbles in the margin of his notebook.

"My parents think I'm worthless, someone who shouldn't be alive," Seokjin starts, his voice cracking as he speaks, "Even my dongsaeng, Yoongi agrees with them. I feel like I'm a child that they are forced to care for..." Tears spill down his cheeks as Jungkook embraces him into a hug as he continues, "They treat me as if I'm their servant, their own personal slave. I just want to leave!" Seokjin wails as he grips Jungkook's jacket tightly, his salty tears wetting Jungkook's shoulder. Tears started forming in Jungkook's own eyes from what Seokjin had said.