Secret [Jungkook x Male Reader AU]

Introduction

[(Y/n) Point of View]

"Why even bother going to school? With your grades, you won't amount to anything." My mother smirks as I grip the doorknob.
I bite my tongue hard, willing myself not to spit out the many comments I have in my head, like "You mean like you didn't amount to anything?"
I stayed silent, my knuckles white as I gripped the door handle.

My mother stayed silent for a good two minutes before she got annoyed as I waited to see if she was done.
My drunk father wasn't home, which meant he would show up around 8:30 ready to blow off steam on his favorite punching bag.
"Get out." My mother said, clearly annoyed and I felt satisfied, a bit.

"As you wish." I mutter, slamming the door before she can reply, and I glower as I leisurely begin walking in the direction towards school.
I take out a cigarette, lighting it, and enjoying the sensation of the smoke drifting through my lungs.

I blew it out when my lungs began screaming for air, and watched as the smoke matched the grey clouds that hung over the world like a blanket everywhere, there were no breaks in the sky, and it looked like someone had painted the world various shades of grey instead of blue.

I refused to take the school bus, it stank like weed and alcohol mixed with vomit and it spewed black smoke whenever it lurched to a start or stop.
Instead, I walked the short distance to school.

"H-Hey! Leave me alone!" A frightened voice pierced the silence.
Startled, I jolted and ran to the corner of the street and peeked around it, seeing the usual bullying scene.
A boy with black hair was down on his hands and knees, covering his head, his head down, and two of the stupidest guys in our school were beating on him, his oversized pink sweater had dirt and shoe prints on it from their feet and maybe even a small tear or two.

I recognised the way he was bent, the way his body looked, I could understand the tremoring going through his body, because I had once been in his shoes.
Memories I had forgotten about were shoved under my nose, and I remembered how I used to be; innocent, naive, and weak.
I was so naive I had given money to those very boys when they said they needed it, it wasn't until I was broke and beaten when I realised they had just been using me, and I had been so angry and hurt I had lost my temper on them.
I felt my brows furrow and fury gush through me, and I took a step out, the second boy saw me and looked absolutely terrified, and he took off running.
The first boy looked at his friend and called for him, before looking at me to see why he'd run and he reacted similarly.

I was breathing heavy, the sudden adrenaline rush gone as fast as they had run, and I stared at the boy, could hear his snivelling, and was tempted to run to him and offer comfort.
But I wasn't like that anymore, I hadn't comforted someone for years, hadn't been sympathetic.
Why was this boy different?

Sitting up with a whimper of pain, he turned, I had a moment of awe before I hid involuntarily, for some reason, I had an undeniable urge to hide, to make sure he did not see me. The split second I had seen his piercing almond shaped eyes was stuck in my head.

"H-Hello?" He asked weakly, he sounded like he had a puffy lip, and I stayed silent.
He waited for a response, and I almost felt bad not giving him one.
"Thank you." He said quietly, and I heard the scuffing of material on the sidewalk and could imagine him picking up his backpack, and his footsteps set off at an uneven pace.
He was limping.

I rounded the corner after his footsteps faded, and I stared after him, still feeling the protective urge.