💉 IT'S IN MY BLOOD [jjk // bts]

壹 『01』

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Chaewon POV:

"Shit, I'm going to be late!" I cursed under my breath as I looked up at the time.

It was my first day of my junior year in high school and I didn't want to be late. I rushed into the bathroom, took a shower, did my makeup, and ran downstairs.

"Where's breakfast you rascal?" Jiyong asked from upstairs. It's never good news when her already tight voice dripped with venom. I sped up my pace.

"I'm making it right now eomeoni!" I shouted back. Jiyong is my stepmother and she forces me to call her that. I was always told that my biological mother died of heart cancer when I was 6 years old.

Jiyoung came downstairs, "Where's my breakfast?", she demanded yet again.

"It's on the table," I replied. Scanning the living room, I noticed the absence of a family member. "Where is abeoji?"

"He's on a business trip, won't be back for around 2 months," she said with annoyance.

"What?"

My dad always told me everything.

"Why didn't I know about this? He didn't mention anything about this to me!"

"Well maybe he doesn't think you're that important anymore." Jiyong shrugged. I despised the woman so much that I could stab her with the chopsticks I was holding. I felt my heart twist at those words though, knowing that it was very close to being a fact. My knuckles turned white as I clenched onto my chopsticks; no way was I going to show how her words affected me.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked back at the clock, "Shit, I'm late! Eomeoni, can you drive me? I'm really going to be late!" I asked her, almost knowing what her answer will be.

"Do I look like I have time?" was the rude reply she snapped back at me while sitting on the couch watching the morning replay of Suspicious Partner and sipping on her cup of coffee. With both of her feet perched on the table, she looked as if she couldn't care less. I pulled a resting bitch face to hide the nonexistent disappointment and went out the door without saying goodbye since she wouldn't care anyway.

While checking for all my belongings, I ran out of the house and to the bus station. I doubled over to catch my breath once I saw the bus stop, but to my great dismay, what I saw when I stood up was that the bus already started to leave. 

"Wait up! Wait! Please! Stop the bus!" I screamed while desperately running after the it. But no one noticed me. I panted as I continued to run to school while I sped dialed a memorized and oh-so-familiar number. My face immediately dropped when I heard his voicemail. What use is a boyfriend when he can't give a ride when you need it. I was going to be late on my first day of school. Just great.

When I finally arrived at the gates of my school out of breath, I almost collapsed on the floor. Pushing aside the strong desire to just sit down and not care, I fiddled through my backpack to find my new schedule.

Math, room 307.

Letting out a sigh, I rubbed my temple. Great, that's all the way on the third floor. I finally decided that I couldn't do it anymore and sneaked into the elevator. Students aren't allowed to ride the elevator unless it's with a staff member that you got permission from. I leaned against the metal wall, trying to fill my burning lungs with air. As the elevator slowly came to a stop, I froze. The elevator door opened on the second floor. Someone was going to get in.

Great fuckballs. I thought. I'm dead.

"Well, well. If it isn't Miss Park Chaewon again, late to school and sneaking into the elevator. Old habits just don't change now, do they?" Just my luck too: it was Ms. Jung. The teacher who probably hated me the most in the whole damn school.

"Oh... Ms. Jung... good morning. Did you um... have a nice summer?" I forced the words out of my nervous smile, hoping that she'd go easy on me. I started sweating again as I tried to ignore the fact that she was staring down at me like a raged bull ready to charge any second (that, and the elevator was stuffy).

"Report to detention today after school for one hour in my office," she coldly said, "Now get to class!" Her voice was so high pitched, I swear I could go deaf after a day of listening to her talking. She stormed off to her classroom and I walked to my own, soon realizing that we were going into the same classroom.

Oh god, my new math teacher is Ms. Jung? I thought. Just kill me now. Walking through the door, I remembered that our first period class is also our homeroom, so there would be plenty of quality time spent with the witch this year. I scrunched my face into what I'd imagine a fish would look like swimming through piss. Just great.

Looking up from the floor, I quickly scanned the room for people I knew. There were some people I've seen around in the past two years, but no one I was close with. She scoffed at me as I defeatedly walked towards the back of her classroom to an empty seat, right next to a new student who seemed incredibly familiar to me. I frowned and quietly sat down.

"Good morning class!" Ms. Jung began, "I have a new student to introduce to you today."  Ignoring what she just said, I took out my phone to watch the latest episode of Suspicious Partner.

"Please come to the front of the classroom and introduce yourself," Ms. Jung said in a sickly sweet voice.

The boy sitting beside me stood up, and I glanced at him as he walked up. He seemed like someone who I used to know but I couldn't think of the name.

"Hi, the name is Jeon Jungkook and I just moved here last week. I am happy to be in this homeroom and I look forward to meeting you all. Please take good care of me," I lifted my head to his name as he politely bowed his head.

Jeon Jungkook.

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(a/n: first (actual) chapter! what do you think is special about chaewon and jungkook's relationship? ;P)