Golden •vkook•

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Bright as the sun,
Feels like the moon,
Always on the run,
Gone too soon,
Hidden as the dark side,
Showing the reflection,
Of another's light,
Never close enough,
To perfection.
• • •

Introduction to Music was, in one word, boring. The teacher was a monotone toothpick who wore the same tweed suit, with variations of color, from mocha to beige, every day. His methods were dull, his hair was dank, and frankly, he sucked. It didn't help that the raven haired boy in the back of the room already knew all of this.

Jeon Jungkook was currently dozing off, his head cradled on strong muscular arms that rested on the desk. He had always been told that college was hard, and it was. At least, some classes were. The introduction classes, on the other hand, not so much. Besides, could anyone really blame him for sleeping? On a nightly average he got maybe four hours of sleep, if he was lucky. And contrary to popular belief, the one thing Jeon Jungkook wasn't, was lucky.

He had spent his whole life having everything handed to him on a silver platter. Money, clothes, gourmet food, cars, tutors, and so on. But, he never really got what he needed. What any child craved: love, attention, and support. Instead of kisses he got slaps when he asked for any form of affection. Instead of being read a fairytale, he was given a newspaper. Instead of his parents attending his concerts and performances, he got the half-hearted applause of his chauffeur. Instead of going to college to pursue his dream career, he was forced to major in business as well as music.

Luck wasn't something he was familiar with.

Hard work, on the other hand, he was beyond acquainted with. Most people would doubt it- Jeon Jungkok, the rich prodigy who would one day have Jeon Enterprises under his thumb, work?! It seemed laughable.

But, Jungkook wasn't laughing.

It was so hard for anyone to understand, to truly realize what he went through. He had to work twice as hard as the average freshman. He had to balance advanced classes into his schedule, keep his dance classes a secret, find time for both business and his love, and somehow make time for sleeping and eating. And yet, he was still standing. Still singing, still writing, still dancing, still balancing checkbooks, still learning about the economy. Still living.

Though, it didn't always feel like it. He was just happy to have a friend like Jimin. Trustworthy Jimin, who made sure he at least ate something, who literally sang him to sleep over the phone, who made him smile occasionally, who, most importantly, stayed by his side.

So, perhaps Jungkook was lucky in one aspect of life.

The sound of books closing broke the raven-haired boy out of his reprieve, and he quickly stood up, gathering his belongings. Keeping his head down, he hurriedly left the lecture hall, weaving his way through the hallways with the skill and agility of a dancer, and the demeanor of someone who never was seen. Or at least, didn't want to be. But unfortunately for Jungkook, his appearance rarely allows for no one to notice him. For the moment, the young boy didn't care who looked as long as he got to Economics 101 (hell) on time.

• • •

Jungkook was exhausted. There was no other word to describe it. Even his bones felt tired as Hoseok turned off the music and called for a five minute break. Instantly, the young raven-haired boy collapsed on the floor, blindly groping for his water. Seeing his (not so) secret favorite struggling, Hoseok laughed and handed the younger boy his water.