"Jungkook!!! How many times have I told you to not cover your soulmate mark!!" My father barged into my bathroom angrily, approaching me with narrowed beady eyes.
"B-but I get bullied-"
"I don't fucking care!!!! Someone needs to find you so that you can actually have a fucking purpose in this world!! Who cares if you're bullied!! Fight back!!"
Tears bubbled at the back of my eyes as I reminisced on what they've done to me.
I uncomfortably scratch my thigh, my nails drawing slight blood.
"Don't be a fucking pussy! Next time, I'll punch the masculinity in you!!" He spits at me before he walks out, slamming the door behind him.
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"Jungkook!!! Are you daydreaming in my class again!! Get out!! You're staying after your classes to make up my missed time with Mr. Kim once again!" My second period professor yelled, fed up with my shit.
I get up out of my seat and collect my things, lazily walking down the stairs to the door. Having to sit in the back row, it's kind of hard to pay attention. That's what I get for always arriving late. But honestly fuck her. Nobody wants to be in this dumbass class anyway.
I walk out, the smell of flowers and vanilla hitting me hard. I turn my head, locking eyes with Mr. Kim, the teacher that I was supposed to spend time with after classes.
He smiled and waved at me, but I only gave him a blank stare, turning around, walking away from the addicting scent that surrounds him.
Mr. Kim was the most popular professor here at Gwangju University, since he was youngest professor to teach.
While regular professors ranged from 35 to 60 years old, he was only 27.
The girls would die to talk or to be in his classroom, yet he only seems to take an interest in me, a 21 year old college student who's also a loner and is deemed evil by classmates.
Why you ask? Well, because I killed my father.
The reason? It varies from rumor to rumor, saying I was abused, raped, mentally disabled, you name it.
Yet Mr. Kim seems to not be afraid, but amused and curious on the topic.
I hear the click clack of his designer dress shoes behind me, and I don't even try to run, knowing he would catch me in a minute.
I may be muscular and do sports time to time, but I suck at running. The only thing that I lack.
"Jungkook!! How did class go?"
Mr. Kim was now beside me, matching my pace as I headed to my dorm, my other classes later in the afternoon.
"You already know. You see me walking to my dorm when class isn't over. Simply think."
I see Mr. Kim laugh, but his eyes are slightly twitching, so were his fingers.
He was angry.
That made me smirk a bit, but it quickly went down when he looked at me.
"Ah Jungkook, lovely as ever."
"Sure." I reply.
"Don't you have a class to teach? You know, with boys and girls fawning over you?" I ask, now outside with Mr. Kim on my heels as always.
"No, it's cancelled. And if so, why aren't you fawning over me?" He asks.
I stop, and turn around to face him.
"Because I'm not interested."
He gives me a surprised look, but nods, turning around and walking away, his shoes hitting the floor loudly fading away.
"Weirdo."
I say, and enter my dorm.
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Lynn~~
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(Completed) Mr. Kim
Fanfiction(Editing)(2021) Old title: Face When in a world where to define your destined soulmate, you both have to have the same mark in different places on your body. But, what happens when Jeon Jungkook has his mark on his face? And what happens, when thing...
