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The school bell rang.
fucking finally
"Jeon Jungkook." shit. Jungkook felt a light tap on his shoulder. He really just wanna go home.
"Yes?"
"When I grow up, I want to live in the mountains, where I could find my inner peace, where the air is breezy, and where there are no people so me and my significant other could fuck without worrying about neighbors hearing my beautiful high-pitched moans as my boyfriend pounds into me- what in the world were you thinking, Mr. Jeon? When I said write an essay about what you wanted to do when you grow up, I didn't mean for you to write your dream sexual life."
By now, the professor is fuming. She couldn't see why the boy in front of her can't write a proper essay for once, especially now that he's already in his last year.
The student just smirked at her. "But that's clearly what I wanted, Mrs. An."
"Just make another one, Jeon. I can't grade this. You're not leaving this room 'til you pass a paper." Mrs. An sighed. The professor returned to her wooden desk and sat down.
Jungkook quickly wrote what came first in his mind, to be a carpenter.
Of course that wasn't what his dream was.
Honestly, he just wants to go home, eat dinner, squeeze his pillow 'til his energy drains and passes out. But here he was, writing an essay about wanting to be a carpenter, then after a few sentences, becoming a pilot, and so much more just to make it seem longer.
Satisfied with the paper, he got up and passed it to Mrs. An who was currently digested into some paperwork.
The brunet rushed to the door and immediately left after bidding goodbye. He couldn't bear to hear one more opinion about his essay.
You see, Jungkook hates school. He hates his classmates, the need to study to pass an exam, and everything about it. He has asked lots of elders what they have learned from school and still remembers, almost all of them said none.
Jungkook doesn't understand why everybody has to go to school when you won't even be able to remember anything once an exam ends.
He decided to take a walk.
The park was filled up that day, people scattering everywhere. There were couples, dogs, old people, heck he even saw a man walking his snake. Yet here he was, sitting under a big, old willow, on the cold bench, next to a squirrel, looking like some loner kid.
The air was cold, though the sun was constantly peeking behind the clouds. Leaves ever so often waving at him from above as he watched the sky. Jungkook loves the sky. He finds it marvelous, how it could turn to shades of pinks and violets, orange, grey, red, and midnight blue at night decorated with dazzling, twinkling stars.
Jungkook was contented with his life like this, peaceful. Although he's a bit of a rebel, everybody around him knows he only does it for fun and isn't really doing it with the intent of making it his lifestyle. The boy was just living his lost childhood.
