Jungkook
The apartment reeked of dirty socks and week old leftover pizza and I sat on my torn up couch flipping through channels that I have no interest in. What a great way to spend a Friday night right?
Ever since he transferred to my school life got worse, and here I am a high school drop out because of one single person. Sometimes I think what life would be life now if he didn't exist, or at least didn't come to my school. Things would go back to normal... I would have good grades, still be living with my parents, and have all the girls. Like all of them.
Even my teachers used to hit on me for goodness sakes! But he screwed it all up. Life alone sucked and it still sucks because I have no possible way of making money because no one will hire a kid who looks like he was just thrown out of a train. I managed to steal some money from a few people, but that was only because it was necessary.
I usually wouldn't be the person to steal anything. I mean I'm at the point to where momma's "sweet sweet jungkookie" had to become some sort of criminal to keep myself alive. I would do anything to get my life back because I'm sick and tired of this crap apartment that is probably the cheapest one available due to only about three people staying here. I mean the water comes out brown. Stupid apartment complex.
I've lived like this for a solid month. I know it's not that long but it's long enough for me to be sick and tired of living in such horrible conditions. The place has torn wallpaper, the furniture looked like a tornado flew threw, appliances barely worked, and the place smelt like crap. What? I can still keep my profanity if I want to there is still some innocent jungkookie left in this momma's boy!
My thumb continued to press the arrow button over and over again and my drowsy eyes were fixed on the screen as I watched the channels change. Boring. Boring. Boring.
My so very exciting channel surfing, however, came to an end after I heard a knock at my door.
Wait, wait, wait... A knock at my door.
I quickly stood up and walked towards the door fixing up my baggy white shirt and grey sweatpants. Please don't be the stupid guy who runs this place, I couldn't afford my rent!
I slowly opened the probably ugliest door known to man which was a faded white but looked more yellow to me with stains all over it and took a deep breath.
"Hello? Oh." No one was at the door. I looked left down the dim hallway then right. Fix the dang flickering light, it's been like that for a week now.
I looked down and spotted an envelope. It was black and sealed with a metallic gold sticker that had the letters 'BTS' indented on it. I looked at it with confusion then slowly picked it up with caution. This envelope is more expensive then my house itself.
I felt as if it was sent to the wrong person but when I opened it and pulled out the paper awaiting inside, it read 'to Jeon Jungkook' at the top. Nope, definitely not addressed to someone else.
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Well hope this first chapter wasn't too sucky, I promise it will get better. Oh and this story is inspired by the one and only fairyerika okay bye.
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