Broken and (Un) loved

Part 1 (yoongi pov)

"Briiiinnnggg" my alarm went off. It had been going on for about twenty minutes I checked the time ugh I was already running late. I had to get on time for classes at university. I quickly got up and changed and grabbed my bag. I was exhausted I had only slept for three hours as I was up making music. I had to work on it quietly at night time when my parents were asleep because they would not support me yet I wanted to pursue music.

"Yoongi! You should've gotten up earlier you're la-" my mom started with her yelling.

I cut her off "Bye eomma" and headed out. I walked to the bus stop and put my headphones in. This bus ride was when I had time for myself and I liked to listen to music and tune the negativity out and see the world through the window.

The bus arrived and I stepped in and found a seat. I looked around me there were many people. Some were getting to work as I saw men with briefcases in their hands. Some were children going to school. Some were elderly.

I liked observing people. I saw a small child maybe three years old tugging on his mother but she was too engrossed in her phone. A grandmother was intently reading a newspaper. Soon the bus arrived right next to my campus. It was big and there were many students. It was always hustling and bustling, there was always so much going around me. I liked that because I could get lost in the crowd. Nobody cared, but I didn't want them to care. It's not like I cared about most people anyways.

I did not have many friends at school, however, I was not too keen on it either. So many "popular" people were just snobby rich children throwing parties and squandering money. I did not have time for such antics and not everyone had time and money to waste each weekend like that. I worked two jobs and was a student and it was a lot on my plate.