"Catch you later," Jungkook says, giving Yugyeom's shoulder a squeeze before walking in the classroom. "Bye, Jungkook!" Yugyeom calls as he walks down the hallway.
Jungkook's smile quickly falls as he walks into the classroom and sees no empty seats. "Why are you just standing there? There's an empty seat in the back," Mrs. Kim states, pointing to the only empty seat.
"But it's-" he starts as he notices that it's by the "weird kids". "Just go sit back there so I can start class," she says annoyed. He nods and bows at her in apology as he makes his way to the back.
"Get lost!" one of them states as Jungkook placed his stuff on the desk. "Mrs. Kim told me to sit here-" Jungkook starts but the guy glares daggers at him. "Did I ask? No, now I said get lost!" he repeats, louder this time.
People start giving them side glances as Jungkook was still standing up. "Mr. Jeon, what did I say?" Mrs. Kim asks, raising her voice. "I'm trying-" he starts but the teacher cuts him off.
"Don't make me call your mom," she threatens and Jungkook's eyes go wide. Everyone assumed he just didn't want to get in trouble but that wasn't case. His mother worked ALL the time. She worked so many hours and barely rested, that's why Sungjin mostly takes care of him. Jungkook loves his mother dearly and wouldn't want to add up on her stress level.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he whispers and turns to the guy. "Can you please move your stuff?" Jungkook asks quietly. "No," he replies and Jungkook clenches his jaw.
"Yoongi, just let him sit down!" a voice says. He turned to look behind him and saw Park Jimin, his friend from middle school. "No," the Yoongi guy said stubbornly.
"That's it, Jungkook. I'm calling your mom," Mrs. Kim states, picking up the phone. Jungkook balled up his fist and glares at Yoongi. "Move. Your. Stuff," he states through gritted teeth. "Like I said before, no," Yoongi says, getting in his face.
"Jungkook, she wants to talk to you," Mrs. Kim states, holding out the phone after she finished talking. Jungkook bites his lip and walks to the front of the room.
"Hey, Mom," he whispers as Mrs. Kim goes to the whiteboard to start her lesson. "Jungkook, what is she talking about? This doesn't sound like you, baby," his mom replies concerned.
"I know, Mom. Some kid wouldn't let me sit down, it's alright," he replied before taking a quick glance at Yoongi. "Are you getting bullied?" she asks after she gasps. "No, no, no. Nothing like that," he reassures her.
"Um, Mom?" he asks after a moment. She hummed and he could feel himself tear up. "Jungkook, hurry up! You're missing everything!" Mrs. Kim exclaims and he hears a couple of snickers. He glances at them and notices Jimin's gaze.
"Are you going to be home tonight?" he whispers, his voice cracking at the end. "I don't know, baby," she states sadly, making Jungkook's heart drop. "Will you at least try to?" he asks as Mrs. Kim walks over to him. "It's time to get off," she says sternly and Jungkook nods, wiping a tear that rolled down his cheek.
"Bye, Mom. I love you," he says before hanging up. "Go to your seat, and actually sit down," she glares and Jungkook nods. He bit his lip as he walked to the desk where Yoongi's stuff still was.
"Move it, Yoongi," Jimin repeats and Yoongi shakes his head. Jimin then reaches over and picks Yoongi's backpack up, letting Jungkook have his seat. "Thank you," Jungkook whispered.
Jungkook could still feel his heart in his stomach as he remembered how tired she sounded. "Is everything okay?" Jimin asks and Jungkook nods. "Everything's fine," he replies, not wanting Jimin's pity.
He fiddled his thumb as he listens to Mrs. Kim teach. He always knew she hated him but this woman really needed to calm her tits today.
"Jungkook, what is the answer?" she questioned, making everyone's eyes go on him. He's silent for a moment before he hears one of the boys named Namjoon mutter, "The distance is 1720 meters."
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Run {BTS Teen Wolf AU}
FanfictieJeon Jungkook was about as normal as you could get. He plays soccer, he is the number one student in dance class, he has passing grades. They weren't the best, but they're still passing. He was happy where he was, he didn't want anything to change...