⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
Mentions of Suicide and death.
Read with caution!!
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•Jungkooks POV
"Hello? Who the hell is this and what do you want from me?""Hi Jungkook sweetie. It's your dear mother and I'm wondering if you are still alive or not. The company needs you and you sadly happen to be the older son of mine."
"Fuck off mom or should I even call you that? You treat me like shit. Is that how an actual mom treats their first born? If so then I rather fall off the stairs and die while I was a baby learning how to walk."
"Jungkook that is no way to talk to your dear sick mother! You are a disgrace! You better be careful with your words or else I'll get somebody to kill you."
"Like you can do that. You aren't the boss of the company. We aren't a mafia family. You don't have the power to do shit."
"Shut up and come back home!"
"Fucks no, I rather die then see your fugly face again!"
"Jungk-" I hang up my phone call with my no-good-mother. She's one of the reasons why I rather die than be in this stupid world. Nobody knows that I'm apart of the Jeon family and I would like to keep it that way. If people find out that I am apart of that ratchet family, oh how many things I would do to myself then and there.
I grab a fistful of my hair and groan. I have the ability to do anything to myself but I know that it won't work. I tried too many times. I rather keep a low profile of the depressed, emo, hater of love, who has nothing better to do then to sit around and break my own skin to see blood instead of being the high and mighty son of Mr. Jeon who owns a huge company with branches extending from South Korea all the way to places in Canada and The States.
I might go to the store later. I really need body wash and cigarettes.
*ring ring*
"Mom for the last time, I do not want to see you!!" I yelled into the phone, wanting my mom to know I'm not messing around.
"Your poor mother. What did she do to get your panties in a twist?" Who the f-
"Jungkook did you forget about your little deal you made with me? Don't forget that you have to meet me at 6 today on (insert address) street."
"Oh shit, that was today? I thought we still had well over a week left until we had to meet?"
"Change of plans. It's today now. Don't forget or else my boss is after you."
"I'm not scared of that bastard."
"You won't be right now but once you get the taste of what the devil could do, then you will regret making a deal with him."
"Devil my ass. I'm still coming anyways calm down."
"I'm calm..but is it you that is calm? Doesn't seem like it sir."
"Fuck off", I smirk while hanging up. I soon realize that I have to cancel my plans to go shopping.
I groan and flop onto my bed, laying on there deciding if I should listen to music or go shopping right now instead of cancelling it for another day. Shopping I shall go do.
I sit up and get dressed in a black shirt, black jeans, black shoes and my cap and leather jacket.
I plugged in my earbuds and grabbed my wallet and keys then head out.
Once I made it to the mall, I checked the time and saw how I only have 20 minutes until I have to go meet that guy. I went to go buy some of the things I need and when I left the mall I realized it was 5:55 pm.
The street is literally across the city from this mall..why did he choose such a far distance? I went straight to my beat down car and drove towards the street. I have a bad feeling about all of this but I really need it.
I got out and walked towards the figure. I wonder what time it is.
"You're late." What?
"Am I really though? I don't think so. At least I'm here."
"It's 6:07. Where were you to be this late? No wonder why your mom says you are a disgrace. I don't think you deserve this now." This bitch.
"My damn dorm is literally across the damn city. I think I deserve this since I actually made the effort to come here and meet with you."
The guy pulls out the thing I wanted and need. A gun and a rope. Perfect for me. I know I could just buy a rope at a hardware store but my mom can check on what I buy.
"You mean these? I think not. I'll pawn the gun and throw the rope away." It's now 6:15 pm and I couldn't be more angry.
"You bastard."
"Somebody ain't dying today~." This little bitch.
I charge at him, punching him and kicking him down to the ground until his grip on both the gun and rope is loose. I grab the items and run to my parked vehicle, making sure to get away as fast as I can. Once I got to the campus, I grabbed the stuff and forced them into the shopping bag and then I locked my car.
I run to the dormitory and run up the stairs, paranoia closely following as if it was the guy who was chasing me. I look behind me while running, making sure nobody is chasing me until I fell onto a person. Fuck that hurts.
"I'm so sorry! Please don't report me! I didn't know anybody would be in the hallways at the moment!" I sound like a little bitch.
"Watch where you are going! You could have hurt me! Or worse, injure me! Do you know how much the hospital bill would be?" Jeez he didn't need to yell.
"I'm so sorry sir! I really didn't mean it. I was rushing to my dorm and I was in a hurry. Please don't sue me!" He looks like he can sue me for even touching his hand by accident. He's kind of cute to be honest despite him being an ass.
"You should be lucky nothing happened. Now go away, I'm trying to calm myself down and seeing your face is not helping me. Especially since you were the one who knocked me down." He's so cocky, it makes him hotter. What the fuck am I thinking?
"I'm so sorry!" I run off with my cheeks feeling extremely warm. Am I blushing?! Oh hell no.
I rushed to my dorm, struggling to push the key into the keyhole and when I did I opened the door and shut it as fast as I could. I locked the dorm door and threw my bag onto the bed. What a day. I almost died from that guy and fell onto a hot guy. Oh no. That guy. He's going to be furious!
A/n: I'm sorry for not posting this chapter yesterday!! I was really tired throughout the day so I didn't really go onto this account. To make it up for it, I made it extra long and combined chapter 4 and 3 together! I hope you enjoyed!
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