Adorkable [j.woo] | COMPLETE

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"Taehyung, you haven't even touched your crepes. What's wrong!?" His mother bantered him.

The boy sighed staring at his plate. "I'm just not hungry this morning mom." He knew why he wasn't hungry, but he was hoping his parents wouldn't.

"Taehyung! What the hell is this!?" Bellowed a deep voice.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

His mother gasped, "language!"

Taehyung fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"I wouldn't be upset if you spent this much on a decent car, or decent clothing or a nice girl... but a club! You aren't even an adult! You are a stupid, ignorant kid!" His father walked in, slamming a packet of papers on the table. "This is the tenth time this month! What do you find so interesting!? How're you even getting into these clubs!? What do you do? Go drink with your sleaze bag friends?! This is the last time!"

"Honey, calm down he's just a kid." His mother pleaded on behalf of her precious baby boy.

His father continued roaring on. "No this is absolutely unacceptable! He's going to dry up our money by the time he's twenty! On nothing but clubbing at that! You should be absolutely ashamed!"

The young prince raised his eyebrows. His father was cross with him regularly but this time felt differently.

"I pulled some strings over the past months that I've noticed this bill rising... you don't attend the private academy anymore." His father stated sternly.

Then the boy stood from the table. "Dad! All my friends go there!" He argued.

His father glared back, "does it look like I care!?"

"Honey, his uniform was five grand," Taehyung's mother said solemnly on her sons behalf.

His father didn't drop eye contact with the boy, "I'm aware. But it won't be the first time that Taehyung has wasted our hard earned money." Taehyung's father glared at him, "take that uniform off. I'm selling it to the family who's son got admitted in your absence."

"You aren't kidding..." Taehyung murmured.

His father crossed his arms, "I most definitely am not. Next, I'm taking away your car." Before the boy could speak a word of rejection his father continued on, "I replaced it with a common car. Finally. You're moving out. You will finish the year in an apartment near school. You get no more family money! Not until you make back every penny!"

Taehyung stood by the table, at a loss for words. His mother too, had nothing to say.

His father nodded his head, "I expect to see you out of the house this evening. Today is your first day at the new school. I'll be dropping you off. Your new apartments address is in your phone." He looked at his sons phone on the dining room table.

"Don't tell me your taking this too!?" Taehyung snapped.

His father shook his head, "actually no. That's the only thing I'll pay for. You're mother will go insane if she can't reach you."

"Honey isn't this punishment too much?" She said cautiously.

"Not in the slightest." The angry man finished. He glared at his son. "Go change. You have ten minutes till we leave."

«—»

The new school seemed awful. The students had no sense of etiquette in the slightest. They all wore clothing Taehyung found repulsive and cheap, and drove cars that looked like they were made out of scrap metal. If they even had cars that is.

"I hate this place." He muttered while looking down at his bell schedule. "I don't even know where any of these places are." Then his phone began ringing. Sighing, Taehyung reaching into his coat pocket to answer his phone. "Hey dude," he said to his friend, Ashton, who'd called him.

"Where are you?"
"Some shitty public school."
"Ew, why?"
"My dad found out about he clubbing, and apparently we spent a bit too much this time. He flipped and cut me off, threw me out, and changed my school."
"Brutal."
"Yeah no shit." Taehyung sighed, "anyways I have to go find these classes. Talk to you later."
"Good luck dude."

The line went dead. Passing the office Taehyung veered off the hallways path and opened the door. The woman behind the counter stood up quickly, "you must be the transfer student!" She said happily. "I'm the student services director! I'll show you to your first class this morning!"

The taller boy nodded his head as the happy lady walked out from behind the counter and out the door. Once at his first class he sat down in the back of the room. The students were reluctant to give up any seats near them, but after one girl received a stern look from the teacher, she was forced to give it up to the new boy.

Not more than twenty minutes into class his train of thought was interrupted.

"To find the mass of the matter you need to-"

"I'm sorry I'm late!" A girl said quickly as she came flying in the door, cutting off the teacher. She grabbed the wall, breathing in and out.

The teacher glared at her. "Jiwoo this is the third time this quarter!"

The girl nodded her head quickly, regaining her composure. "I know, I know! It wasn't my fault though! The bus was running late!"

The boy next to Taehyung chuckled, whispering to his friend, "what a dope. At this rate she'll end up failing the quarter just by absences!"

"I heard she's supporting herself though. Shouldn't the teachers give her a break?" His friend replied cautiously.

The boy snickered to himself, "it's probably just some dumb excuse."

Taehyung glared at them, pretty soon he would be no better than the late girl. How the hell was he supposed to pay back all the money he spent, working a shitty mundane job?

"I'm screwed." He muttered to himself burying his head in his hands.