BOSS: A Jungkook Fanfiction

Chapter One

Thank you for choosing to read this book!

First things first:

The following work is purely fictional.

The following story is a complete work of fiction and people carrying the same names as the OCs is a complete coincidence. Events occurring in real life similar to that of this book is again a complete coincidence.
Also, this is a Jungkook fanfic, so grab some water, and keep yourself hydrated while reading it!!

The following story contains topics such as:

> smut
> murder
> lots of blood
> curse words
> rape
> mental health issues
(Focusing mainly on PTSD, BPD and haphephobia, schizophrenia, erotomania, sociopathy)

Ages 16+ can read this book! :)

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Park Eun Sol

In the middle of a cozy morning of a rainy day, August 19th, I suppose it was by the calendar, I relaxed on the couch as the aromatic smell of the instant noodles I cooked settled in the air. It was the most perfect morning ever. I took the bowl upto my chest and my silence was disrupted almost immediately.

"GET A FREAKING JOB!" my mother screamed at me, and I spit out the noodles I had just slurped.

The news on the TV continued flashing on the screen, talking about the company Jeon Enterprises hiring a new Vice President. I took the remote, kept on the side table, muted the idiot box, and looked at my mother, who moved from one corner of the room to another, dusting away the dirt from the photo frames that hung from the wall.

"Eomma, will you please let me eat peacefully? These few days have been horribly stressful," I said calmly as I felt the tingling spice kick of the noodle soup on my lips. I wanted more of the delicious noodles in my mouth, which took a lot of effort to make perfectly. Not to mention, I had been preparing the ingredients for this dish just to make it perfect.

A six-minute soft-boiled egg on the side with flakes of gim generously showered on top of the noodle bowl prevents the consumer from even having a look at the spicy, hot red noodles with thick noodles underneath the layer of the crunchy, soggy goodness of the seaweed flakes. The only thing that could make it better was a peaceful environment.

And for my mother, peace is never an option when it comes to me.

"EAT! EAT WHATEVER YOU GET! WHO EATS NOODLES FIRST THING IN THE MORNING? HUH?" She shouted as she threw away her duster and rushed towards me to grab a fistful of my hair, making me whimper in pain.