worlds apart || j.jk + p.jm

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(A/N: this is gonna be a long ass chapter so strap in and hold onto your wigs sisters 💜)

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As soon as his eyes landed on the numbers written in red ink at the top of his paper, Jungkook's heart dropped. His mind instantly went to his mother and what she would think of the grades he'd been receiving in the past two weeks since school has started.

But then he realized that she probably wouldn't give two shits about him and his grades anymore. She had cut him off. And Jungkook still didn't know how to feel about it.

He had tried calling her numerous of times ever since the day she yelled at him and stopped their communication. At times he was worried if she was okay. And at other times he worried if she would always hate him for what he told her. That he was himself and he wanted to love who he wanted to love.

While he liked not being yelled at or put down for his grades in his classes, Jungkook still missed his mother's voice. She still cared about him. And so did he.

Just because she wanted nothing to do with him didn't mean that he felt the same way. She was his mother, after all. He had nothing but respect and love for her. But at times he wished she showed her love in better ways.

Her tough love was almost always too tough of a love for Jungkook.

With the paper in his hand as he walked out of the classroom, he let his eyes travel over the words and marks and answers he gave. He saw that the professor had written down his mistakes and what he should've done. Constructive criticism, nothing harsh.

But when it came to school, Jungkook felt like the biggest failure.

So reading everything as he flipped through the small staples stack of papers, he felt tears begin to form in his eyes. He swallowed that familiar lump in his throat, letting out a deep breath with a puff of his cheeks.

He had to do better. There was no way he could fail.

He had gotten so far and finals were close and the grades he had started getting back now are the grades that will contribute to his passing or not passing his classes.

He wanted to stay in America and stay in New York. He had made a lot of nice friends and found himself feeling kind of at home in the once unfamiliar place.

He had a feeling that going back home to Busan would be a reverse culture shock.

He didn't want to go back. He didn't want to face what he knew would be the storm of his mother's words and the looks he'd get from the nosy neighbors and his father who would get word of it from his mother.

It would all be too much.

But then he thought about Jimin.

Jimin lives in Busan.

If he went home, then he could meeting Jimin.

But that meant possibly giving up on something that could lead him to where he truly wants to be in the world. That meant changing the new plans he had set up in his mind and has written down in his notebook.

With the thought of Jimin, he folded the papers, stuffing it into his backpack as he made his way down the nearly empty hall. He pulled out his phone, going to his recent calls and tapping on the name he had saved a few weeks ago.

Pushing through the front doors of the classroom building, Jungkook had stepped into the freezing cold. His breaths came out in puffs of smoke, his face being nipped at by the harsh wind.