dance teacher

《prologue:》

"Dancing gets you Nowhere in life!!!"

Screamed the outraged woman standing in front of him, white knuckled from gripping her empty soju bottle.

"Just because you got a fucking scholarship doesn't mean you'll succeed... Jungkook... Do you know how much shit I've lost trying to support us??
Trying to support you?!"

She staggered before launching the glass at the young man. He stood his ground despite taking the blow of the hard, cold case. Upon impact with the floor, the bottle had exploded; shards flying everywhere, cutting the soft skin around his ankles making him bleed.

"You're a useless son of a bitch
who would claim you as their child,"

she slurred through her tears.

"I hope you understood all of my intentions as a mother, Jungkook...
I hope you-..."

She stopped mid sentence before collapsing onto the couch. Jungkook stood there and stared at this woman, numb and dumbfounded.

I have to get out while I have the chance...

Jungkook hurried with his belongings, not hesitating to turn for a second glance at this so called hell hole of a "home".

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