After pulling on a pair of bleached skinny jeans and a cropped hoodie, Brittany grabbed her backpack and sashayed downstairs, pulling her juicy fat thic filas on in the high ceilinged foyer. Call her basic all you want, but you'd never be able to afford her drip. After all, her entire wardrobe contained nothing but Randy Mellville and Yamagucci.
She sighed and drowned out the noise of her alcoholic mother's wheezy rendition of Mama Mia by plugging her ears with a pair of Airpod Pros.
Brittany was jealous. Even if she was worn down by years of self inflicted liver damage, her alocholic mother was always actively being the most annoying sonofabitch the world has ever seen. <3 Trulyimpressive.
A rapt knock on the door shook Brittany to her senses as she opened her front door. Her friend grinned widely in the form of a greeting. Brittany and Neon Jungkook could not be any more different.
Jungkook towered over her at an impressive height of 5'3, exclusively wore under armour, and was on Riverdale that one time. So yeah, he was kind of a sex god with tons of girls flocking to him wherever he went. No matter how many hearts he broke, he'd never mess with Brittany's since they were childhood friends. Also the fact that her father, son of a demon and the vampire king, was intimidating as hell didn't hurt.
Call him dumb of ass, but he was also pure of heart.
As they walked to school together sharing casual convo about their last trip to the furry shooting range and a piece of anime girl running late to school toast, Jungkook sighed.
"What's wrong?" Brittany asked, even though she didn't care. She really was the kindest soul. Somebody give this woman an Oscar.
Jungkook sighed again. "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!!!" The hypebeast declared angrily. "I- I just wanna break the rules...." he trailed off, looking at his feet.
"Alright," Brittany said, not even bothering to fein concern. "Why not."
Suddenly Jungkook died. Guess he won't have to go to school anymore. Lucky ducky. School is for losers.
