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Euphoria

You are the sunlight that rose again in my life

A reincarnation of my childhood dreams

I don't know what this emotion is

If this place is also inside a dream

When you think of a "bad boy," people say that he's just a "boy who is on the wrong side of the tracks." Bad boys are stereotyped to be ruthless, always picking fights with everyone, a player to the girls, and constantly skipping class not caring that he would get expelled. Those stereotypes are true, at least for Jeon Jungkook. He is all of those things. But who would blame him after the pain he went through?

For one thing, his parents were dead. They got into a bad car crash when he was eight. He had been the only one to survive. You would think that screwed him up pretty bad, after that incident.

After that incident, he was put into foster care. But no one wanted or cared for him. He hated foster care, everything about it. He laughed at the fact that it was called its name. There was no "care" about being a foster kid. Kids would mock him and bully him saying that he'd never get adopted. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore of the crap and he ran away as far as possible.

That's when six boys invited him, a lost fifteen-year-old boy to live with them. They were the first people to actually care about him. Even so, Jungkook was different from the rest. He was selfish, rude, cold to all. But Bangtan knew that deep inside Jungkook was just an innocent boy who had suffered so much pain and didn't know how to deal with it. Deep down, he was a good person.

At school, things weren't better. Jungkook skipped classes whenever he felt like it. When someone looked at him other than his friends, he'd shoot them a menacing glare. No one dared to mess with him. He'd easily get into fights. Other than his six friends who were like his older brothers, he had no friends. He didn't show it, but he was lonely.

This dream is a blue mirage in the desert

A priori deep inside of me

I'm so happy, I can't breathe

My surroundings are getting more and more transparent

Today, Jungkook decided to actually go to class. Only to cause a screw-up out of the classroom. But his plans were paused when a young girl entered the class with her head down. She stops at the teacher's desk, waiting nervously. Jungkook has not seen her before in school. 'She must be new,' he thought to himself smirking. He leaned in closer to get a good look at you. You were different from all the other girls.

You were skinny, looking as if you didn't eat a decent meal in days. Your skin was snow pale, paler than Yoongi's. Your hair wasn't dyed or had highlights like the other girls. It was a deep chocolate brown, and the light reflected off it making it look glossy. She wore thick black nerd glasses that almost seemed like a mask on her face. But those eyes behind the glasses, Jungkook only knew this because his eyes were like this. Your eyes were full of sadness, carrying a whole tragic story behind them.

'Wait what am I even thinking?'Jungkook realized that he's been staring at you this whole time. He immediately shook off his previous thoughts, trying to get you out of his head.

I don't know her anyway. She's no one to me.

Soon the bell rings, notifying students that class was now in session. The normally crabby old lady of a teacher, smiled kindly at you and gestured for you to stand up. He saw you hesitate for a second before awkwardly standing up from your seat.

"Students, we have a new student today. Please respect her. Can you tell us your name?" The teacher gave the child a kind look.

Jungkook saw the girl clench her fists nervously before she lets out a barely audible, "Annyeonghaseyo I am Kim Eunji. Please take care of me."