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Jungkooks Pov
-one week later-
“Hey slut”
“Whore”
They laugh.
The people who are the reason I came to Seoul.
Yoongi hyung knows. No one else. He understands my pain.
I’m not telling him this time. I’ve burdened him enough these past years.
So I’ll absorb their words...and maybe this time, I can fix myself.
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Taehyung's pov
“N-no please!” It was 11 P.M.
I had just opened the door to go meet someone who wanted to fuck, when Jungkook began speaking in his sleep
“I-It's not true!” He squirmed in his bed. “W-what does that m-mean?”
I walk towards his bed, finding tears running down his face. Lips trembling. Cheeks a deep red.
“I-I di-didn’t!” He cried. “N-No leave me alone!” I started shaking his shoulders.
“Wake up kookie!” I shook him harder. “JUNGKOOK”
“NO!” He shot up, banging his head against mines causing me to groan in pain.
“What the hell?” I curse. “Are you okay, jungkook?” I ask looking into his eyes. “You were screaming in your sleep.”
“I’m fine.” It was a lie. I could tell. “Just a bad dream.” He rolled over now. Back facing me.
“Oh...okay.” I say backing up. “I’m going out..” I reach for the door slowly opening it.
“Have fun.” I hear him mumble.
I close the door behind me with a sigh.
My phone dings.
Next fuck: Hey, you still coming?
Me: Yeah yeah.
I walk down the hall to their dorm room. I run my hands down the walls until I reach the room.
I knock.
“Hey”, They smile.
“Sup,” I walk in, taking off my jacket. “Lets just hurry this up.”
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Jungkooks pov.
When I woke up again its 5 in the morning.
My class is at 7.
Art.
With Tae.
Except he isn’t here.
But who cares. I don’t.
Anyways…
By the time I’m done getting ready it's already 6:50. I stayed in bed for an hour.
Guess I’m skipping breakfast.
Took a shower and put on a black baggy shirt and black skinny jeans..some black converse.
Just to blend in.
Though...it never works.
“Hey jungkook?” She smirks.
“Hi Jiwoo” I mumble taking out the things I need for art class. My sketchbook and pencil.
“Still sucking dick?” She laughs as more people surround us.
“N-no. I didn't even-” I say trying to push her out of my way.
“Uh uh.” She shakes her head. “I’m not finished, slut,” She pushes me back. Her long pink nails digging into my skin.
“Please just-”
Slap
“What are you jungkook?” She says in my ear. I turn away from her as tears build up in my eyes.
“I-I’m a us-useless s-slut” I whisper quietly.
“That's right.” She backs up smirking. “Aw, little kookie going to cry.” She mocks slapping me again. “Fucking fat ass bitch.” She harshly pushes me forwards.
Don’t worry, I’m skipping breakfast. I wanted to say.
I walk quickly to class. Pushing through the crowd.
I was 10 minutes late.
Seems like I can’t do anything right. Even though, it isn't anything knew.
I can fix myself though. I can change. Then maybe, I won’t be a fat useless bitch.
An annoying innocent 19 year old with a messed up past.
I was nothing but a toy back then. So maybe that's all I am now.
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