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Jungkook's mom was back to her self loathing. It only lasted a few days, and Jungkook already missed it. He sat on his bed, looking at the gun in his hands. This stupid gun. He has been trying to get rid of it so he could get money, but something always seems to go wrong.
He saw the bills sitting on the counter earlier, and he knew that he needed the money now. His mom wasn't going to pay them since she didn't have money, so it was up to him.
He stood up, putting his jacket on, running his fingers through his black hair since it was getting in his eyes. He needed a haircut soon, he thought as we walked out his room.
He passed his moms room, knowing she was still sleeping even though it was almost noon.
It was Saturday morning, and the sky was a little foggy and the sun was hidden behind thick clouds making everything have a depressing glow.
He picked up his bike but stopped and looked over at his moms car. Her car was cheap and old, but it still ran. Since she barely leaves the house, it doesn't get used a lot.
Jungkook ran back inside and grabbed the keys off the counter and ran to the car. He didn't have his licenses, not even a permit, but he didn't really care about that.
He pulled out and drove until he was out of the woods and seeing buildings. He drove to the pawn shop he tried to go before Jimin interrupted him a week ago.
He parked and got out, making sure the gun was hidden away as we opened the door, cringing at ding bells at the door that made people look over at him.
"Hello," a woman says, walking over with a professional outfit on. Jungkook could tell she was looking him over in slight disgust.
Sorry bitch, we can't all be rich.
"What can I help you with?" She asks, putting a fake smile on.
Why do people have to be so fake when they work? Is naturally being nice so hard? Damn.
"Yeah, I would like to pawn something," he says, slowly pulling out gun so he doesn't look like he's robbing them.
She looked down at the gun and grimaced. "Sorry, we don't pawn weapons."
Jungkook's mouth slightly fell open and he looked down at the gun, "Why?"
She just kept the fake smile on. "For safety reasons."
Ugh, high class people always ruin everything.
"Fine. Do you know who does?" Jungkook asks.
She shrugs, "Try the one across from town. I'm sure you are familiar with it," she says, before she walks away.
Jungkook clenched his jaw. She really just said that? She technically just compared him to that trash of a shop he went to first.
He quickly walked out, angrily throwing his car door open and getting inside and slamming the gun on the seat beside him.
Jungkook was tired. He was tired of being looked down on because he was poor. It wasn't his damn fault. It's all because his mom was broken and hated herself so much that she forgot about everyone else.
It wasn't fair. He could easily have been Jimin living in a huge house and not have people degrade you because you looked poor. He got to do things that Jungkook has only dreamed of.
Jungkook felt hate. Hate for that lady in the store, hate for this stupid rich neighborhood, hate because Jimin had a better life than him, hate for his raggedy clothes, and hate for his mom.
Jungkook could feel his eyes water in anger and he sniffled as he pulled out the parking lot. He drove back to his small house and parked the car. He grabbed the gun that didn't want to leave him and started to walk into the woods.
He finally got to the pond, almost getting lost a little since he was so distracted with being mad. He sat down on the pier and looked at the gun.
It reminded him of the gun Dean uses in Supernatural.
Jungkook looked out over the water and had a tempting thought to throw the gun into the pond and never think about it again, but he couldn't seem to let it go. It was his last hope.
He couldn't just get rid of it. He almost risked his life to get it and he will get money for it. No matter what.
He sighed and put the gun down. He just sat there and looked over the at the trees, seeing the sun trying to peek through the clouds.
It was like a representation of hope. Hope that Jungkook didn't have yet, but he was going to try.
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Taehyung was nervous. He saw his bully giving him looks through class and he knew it couldn't be anything good.
Once class ended, Taehyung could feel the guy following him. He turned the corner and turned to face the bully. The bully stopped and glared at Taehyung.
"Fuck you staring at, dweeb?"
Taehyung crosses his arms to try to look intimidating, "Why are you following me?"
The bully raised his eyebrow, "You think you can take me huh? Now that you got those two shit heads to defend you."
Taehyung was going to handle this himself. If he could scare away people who are in a gang, then he could scare away a silly bully, right?
"I can defend myself."
The guy stepped closer, but Taehyung stood his ground.
"Lies."
He went to grab Taehyung's collar, but Taehyung screeched and jumped away. He then started to run, making the guy chase him down the hall even though everyone was scattered around.
Taehyung started to get scared, not knowing what to do now. He had no bite in him. He was all bark. He suddenly saw a door opening and he swiftly moved out the way, but his bully didn't have time to, slamming into the wooden door, making a huge bang as he fell to the floor.
Taehyung covered his mouth as he started to laugh. The whole hall started to laugh as the teacher started to help him up, scolding him for running in the hallway.
The guy was glaring as everyone laughed at him. He gave Taehyung a nasty look before he was escorted away.
Taehyung smiled in victory as he proudly walked to his next class.
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