"Do you know Annyeonghaseyo?"

8

Jungkook's P.O.V

My day was shit. Then it was shittier. Then it was total hell. And then it turned into an amazing day. Then it got even better. And then it ended horribly. So yea. Let me explain

~That morning~

I woke up with a bad headache, my stomach hurt, and I was dizzy. I climbed out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and sighed. I looked like shit. My hair was sticking up all over the place, my eyes were red and puffy from all the crying I did last night, my lower lip was torn up from biting it to keep from sobbing, and my clothes were wrinkled and had stains. 

My headache was from crying.  The stomach pain was from not eating anything for the past two days. The dizziness was from the headache and stomach pain. 

I took off my shirt and sweatpants, throwing them into the dirty clothes, then I took off the rest of my clothes and turned on the shower. Once I got the water to how I wanted it I got into the shower and started to wash off. 

After I had washed my hair it was time to wash my body. My least favorite part. Why? Because I had to look at all of my scars. My many, many scars. All over my arms, legs, chest, stomach. Anywhere that I could easily cover with clothing had at least 50 scars. 

"Fucking ugly," I mumbled, then continued to take my shower. 


After I had gotten out of the shower and dried off I styled my hair as best I could, not quite liking it, but feeling okay with it. Then, I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a long sleeved white t-shirt, and my timberlands. I put on a bit of cologne and then grabbed my bag and phone. I then left the house to go to school. 

I didn't see Abby that morning. I hardly saw her anymore. She would always leave super early for school and come home before I did, seeing as I had music lessons after school. 

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It was now lunchtime at school. I had seen Abby but she didn't see me. She was heading to the roof like she always did for lunch. But I didn't care. I was just going to go sit by myself anyways. 

As I was walking to my small table in the back of the room someone stuck their foot out and tripped me, causing me to fall and land on top of my tray. And today was sloppy joe day. Fucking fantastic. 

I stood up and looked at myself. My shirt was covered in my food and my hands had become scraped up and started to bleed. I looked at who had tripped me and saw Hoseok. He was one of the 'bad boys'  at school. Right along with Yoongi. Those two were the sons of satin I swear. 

"Aw did the nerd fall? Whoops. Better clean up after yourself, freak." Hoseok said. He then stood up and shoved me back down into the mess that was my food. I groaned as my face was smeared with the food. "Eat it, freak." Hoseok snapped, then kicked my back to make me lay flat on the floor. "C'mon, loser. Lick it off the floor." He said. I started to cry. Why do these things happen to me? 

"N-No!" I begged through my tears. 

"What was that?" Hoseok snapped. He kicked my side, rolling me over. "Back talking me? Wow. Faggot tryna fight back. Ahaha, wow." Hoseok laughed. He then glared down at me and stomped on my stomach, knocking the wind out of me and causing me to curl into a ball and hold my stomach as I rolled around, trying to catch my breath. "Fucking pathetic." Hoseok laughed, then kicked my shine, hard. 

I screamed in pain, tears streaming down my face and mixing with the sauce and meat from the food Hoseok had shoved me in. Hoseok laughed hard. Along with most of the people in the room.