My Light || A Jeon Jungkook Fanfiction

ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ᴘ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ 2 : ᴛʜᴇᴍ

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛɪɴɢ 

ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴀʀs 

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ sᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ 

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ

-Magic Shop, BTS-

3 years later . . . .

Third-Person's POV

"I'll be happy to let you all know that I have plenty of assignments to keep you all busy during the weekends." The shabby teacher let out a sigh, seeming to already know his class' reaction as he flipped the pages of the green folder in his grasp.

"Oh fuck."

"Aish, what the hell?!"

"This sucks."

"I got plans, old man!"

"Bitch ass teacher!"

"Damn it!"

As expected, groans, curses, and the good old fashioned paper balls were carelessly thrown. Although those may seem like the stimuli for a teacher's anger but in Busan Jawoon high, discipline was not in the dictionary.

In fact only one word could fully describe the partial package of the situation and environment there. That's right. Hell.

Busan Jawoon, school of your usual fuck boys, troublemakers, gang-wannabe, rule breakers and of course bullies. Literally anyone could enroll there due to such low standards that were specifically dropped by the government to fit all those unwanted children. Those without parents and those without dreams.

Such troubled youth. Wasted.

The teacher of the class pushed up his glasses that was hanging loosely on the bridge of his nose before his eyes slyly glanced over at the clock, making a faint grin appeared on the edge of his lips.

"To prep you all up, turn to page 167 for references. We'll continue the rest after lunch. Class is dismissed." He said. No. More like rapped as he gathered all of his papers and shoved them all forcefully in his bag. 

He'd waste no time to get as far away as possible from the demons who ruled the class. In this case was his students.

Some went to the cafeteria while the majority stayed in the class, chattering along with their peers. 

The morning breeze sent a pleasant touch as the tree leaves rustled against a partially closed window. A soft hum escaped a brown-haired boy's lips whilst he sat and stayed back alone in the corner unlike others.

Jungkook's Pov

"Alright"

I hum softly at his deep voice, scribbling several numeric equations on the laid piece of paper in front of me. "Now what, hyung?" I ask while frustratingly running my fingers through my hair. 

Confusion is rapidly swarming my head all the sudden as I slump my head onto the table and close my eyes for a few seconds. When was the last time I actually took a break?

"Kook, concentrate."  He frowns at my behavior and proceeds to educate me further, making me sit back up again. "Just read the question carefully" I scrunch my nose at his request and shrug as I wait for his next instructions.