𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 // 𝑗𝑗𝑘, 𝑦/𝑛, 𝑘𝑡ℎ

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Y/n PoV:
Summer was almost over and I did not enjoy one bit of it. I spend it wallowing by myself and crying through the anxiety. Not only the worry of what jungkook had planned for me but also with problems at home.

Not that I really could call it a home. It was a small place. Just enough for me and my little brother. Niki was his name. He was so precious to me and god knows that I would do anything for that boy.

Not long ago my mother had given up. She gave up on any chance that she could ever be happy. She gave up not only on herself, but on her whole family. That sweet woman felt so much pain that she was crushed by it. Burdening it was not something she could do. Hate was all she felt. And eventually, emptiness was all that was left lingering in her heart.
She felt the world had nothing to give to her, and neither did she have anything to give back, so why waste such precious space with her pitiful self. She did what was unexpected, yet why had we not seen it coming? She took her own life. She was free of the  burden, .... of the pain.

But what had she done? She had left it all behind for me and my brother to suffer in her absence. But most of all my father. My father had lost it, he could not bare to see his loss. Me and Niki only reminded him further of mother, and it seemed that he was losing it even more. He couldn't look at us for longer than half a minute without breaking down.

So he did what he thought was best. He wanted to move on. The only way he could be happy again was if he moved on. So he went away, he found another woman, and started a new and perfect family. This time nothing could go wrong, he thought to himself.

So he kept us here in a small house, and he sent us money every month. Just a little. The rest I had to earn on my own. So I worked at a restaurant part time to earn some extra money. I would not give up on life yet. I would make sure that Niki would be raised right, even if that meant sacrificing my own childhood. Not like I had a choice either way.

                        𖣔☼⍟✫༆✫𖣘𖣔

Now summer had ended, and there I lay on my bed. The stress of school eating away at me. I couldn't get up. I didn't want to get up. But I had to. Not like I had a choice.

I got Niki ready for school and walked with him dropping him off. But half way through he stopped me.

"I'm old enough to walk to school by myself y/n. Cut me some slack. I'll be fine. You go ahead ... and have fun.", he said to me. He had been acting very strange as of lately.

So I let him go as I didn't want to suffocate him. And like that I walked the rest of the way to school by myself. The sound of my footsteps drowned away with the sound of my heart beat. I was not ready.

Jungkook PoV :

She was not ready.

I walked into school with my head held high and mighty. I may have lost my confidence for a while in the previous year but not this time. This time I regained my confidence once more. I felt amazing. But most of all I felt strong.

Ready to break her.

Y/n PoV :

I entered through the gates of the school and I started walking around the building trying to find my way to class. As I shut my locker I started walking down the corridor.

I kept walking until I felt myself bump into something. Or someone. But as I collided with it, I got shoved down. The floor felt harsh on me as I landed on the floor with my hands by my side. My hair was all over my eyes and I could barely see.

Suddenly everything and everyone went quite. I could feel their eyes on me like that day in the class room. But this time it felt evil.

I heard a little chuckle and I looked up. In front of me stood the four boys. Taehyung, Jimin, Han. And the baddest of them, stood right in the centre. He looked down at me like that day on the last day of school. Like he was superior to me.