Seoul's Private School For The Mentally Impaired | J.JK X BTS

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"i appreciate how you shared that with us boys. now, go next door to your personal therapist." their teacher said, jungkook later finding out that her name was ms. choung.

she was a little bit on the heavier side, she didn't seem to be that old. maybe around 35-40. she had dark brown hair, almost black and almost looked similar to a kindergarten teacher. jungkook silently chuckled to himself because she seemed to be in the wrong line of work.

"now, who's next? how about namjoon, would you like to go?"

the tall boy jungkook saw earlier looked up from his shoes at the call of his name. he looked around a few times before nodding his head.

"i did a lot of shit." he started off.

ms. choung nodded and he continued. "long story short, my mom kicked me out the house because i hated my step father. i don't know why, but i felt like i had to leave the city. so i stole a stranger's car and left my home town and drove until i couldn't anymore. i found a gas station nearby and tried to rob them for their gasoline so i could go as far as i could. the dude had a gun but i wrestled him for it, ended up shooting him. i didn't really care at first, i just wanted to leave. i kept driving until i felt a sudden pang of depression. i felt as if i couldn't live with myself and everything i did was a mistake. so i found a nearby bridge and was 100% ready to jump...that was until.."

"that's was until i found jin.."

"so..you two know each other? you guys were put in here together?" ms. choung asked and they both nodded.

"we're in love." namjoon said and jin nodded happily, trying to not let a tear slip.

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a few weeks ago...

"i fucking hate him! he beats you, he tried to beat me, he doesn't have a job, all he does is steal money from you and me to buy fucking crack! why do you still put up with him?!" namjoon yelled at his mother.

"your job doesn't pay for shit either! soonchun loves me! you look so much like your father it irritates me, you're just a mentally ill mistake, i was on 3 different types of birth control and you were still born! i'm fucking tired of you! just leave if you hate him so much! fucking go!" his mother yelled back and he just sighed.

"don't complain when you end up dead." was all he said before he took everything could and just left.

he went out the door and just walked. he walked until he found himself in a bad part of town. this part was known for illegal activities such as selling drugs, prostitution, gang violence, and murders.

he saw a man about to get into his car. namjoon didn't know what came over him, he just knew he had to get the car and leave town one way or another. he looked around him and saw a rusty pipe, he then ran over to the man and began to yell.

"move away from the fucking car!" he yelled as he threatened to hit the man with the pipe. he looked terrified as he quickly moved from the car and dropped his keys. namjoon quickly took them and got into the car, taking off into whatever direction he felt like.

he continued to drive. he drove and he drove, he drove as far as he could, he drove wherever he thought felt right, he just drove. he had no morals, no remorse. all he felt was anger, he was angry at his mom, he was angry at his step father, he was angry at his actual father, he was just angry.