Jungkook's POV
The world is a cruel place. I am only 19. Everyday I wake up to the sound of people rushing around and cars darting past every couple of seconds. All I can smell is petrol from the nearby gas station, and the freshly baked treats from the bakery. Everyday I open my eyes and see everyone looking really happy and looking forward to the day, it makes me sad to think that I could've had that. I look around to see people not even bothering to look at where I am sitting, I never move, I have been here for almost 3 years so you would think they would have noticed me by now. I was living on the streets, outside of a corner shop. I was never acknowledged so I had to walk around until I found some sort of food or drink everyday. It was a hard life but I was used to it by now. I had to fend for myself in the world because clearly nobody cared much for me anymore.
Everyday I got dirty looks from the public but I ignored them. It isn't my fault I was out here. My parents didn't want me so they kicked me out. I didn't have any friends to turn to because nobody likes me. Most days I didn't eat, I had no food so I had to learn to go days without eating. Occasionally there would be one kind person who would offer me food and water. I had to accept because if not I would have probably died already.
This is just a short started chapter to explain how Jungkook has to live... It sounds terrible now but I have ideas, just be patient 😂
