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After trudging for thirty minutes, Jungkook finally arrives at his university. Once he enters the building, he hung his head low; stuffing his cold hands in his pockets as he walks through the rowdy hallway hoping to be oblivious from the crowd. As he made his way to his locker, he felt every person's eyes whom he walked by fixed their gazes on him. Which contradicts what he doesn't want to happen. Jungkook simply ignore the stares and proceeds to mind his own business. He just wanted to finish college and hopefully get his life back on track.
But his life is already fucked up.
Jungkook stood before his locker and swings the metal door open. Pictures of him and his ex-girlfriend welcomed him hanging by the door. His memorable yet painful past collided with his present and that's when his breath got stuck in his throat. He would've throw these away or not hang them up, but he just likes torturing himself. He couldn't bring himself to throw precious memories away, and he couldn't help but stare at these photos and begins to get emotional. He felt the pain he went through years ago, living in his memories like it was very recent.
To get out of his trance, Jungkook bash his fist onto the locker, creating a loud thud that caught a number of students' attention. He felt weak again. Tears were threatening to trickle from his sockets but before it did, Jungkook slammed the metal door and he stormed off to the roof. Everyone in the hall went ghost-silent as they watch Jungkook rush to the roof.
Jungkook went straight to the edge of the roof, resting his arms at the metal railings that was preventing him from plummeting to the ground face first. He reached for his pocket and pulled out a blue thin lighter and a cigarette. He pressed the cigarette in between his chapped lips and lit the cigarette. Once it was lit, he inhaled all of the smoke, then holds the cigarette in between his index and his middle finger before puffing out the smoke that was inside him.
Jungkook sighs, "Why can't I end my life yet?" Jungkook asked himself before fixing his gaze onto the blue skies as if he was talking to them.
"Why do you have to let me suffer alone?" A lone tear that he was keeping for so long finally trickles down from his eye and he immediately wipes it.
"Why do you have to be so special?" Jungkook inhaled the cigarette once again, making the smoke circulate around his lungs.
Jungkook was aware of the causes of smoking, he wasn't dumb. Jungkook wanted to quit the bad habit but he couldn't. He just wanted to feel something, like he did before. After his ex-girlfriend passed away, it's like all of his emotions were taken with her. His ability to love, to be excited, to be happy, were all gone. All he feel is excruciating pain - mentally and physically.
Within swift movements, he flicked the cigarette away and it went flying off the roof, not caring if anyone sees it or gets hurt. Jungkook scooped his bag off the floor before swinging it over his shoulder and went back down.
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Jungkook glanced at his watch and noticed that he was fifteen minutes late for his first class. When he entered the lecture hall, everyone snapped their heads to his direction, including his professor. Jungkook was about to walk to the back when the professor announces his presence.
"What will you say?" His professor asks as she faces the boy with her arms folded across her chest. Jungkook's dark and cold gaze, landed on the students of the class and they immediately trembled at his gaze. Just by his gaze, they immediately knew what he was trying to say.
And without Jungkook speaking a word, his classmates answered in unison; "yes, you may come in." With that Jungkook makes his way to the back seat, however, the professor stops him.
"Yah!" She shouted. "Do you think you can just waltz in here like you own the place?!" Jungkook then turns to the professor, his gaze colder and darker than a minute ago. He was getting ticked off by her, it was obvious that she's trying to humiliate him in front of all these students. Normally his other professors wouldn't even bother him and continue with the lecture, but this professor is different. And he's going to uno reverse card this bitch.
The teacher was taken aback by Jungkook's gaze. It wasn't in anyway mesmerizing at all, it was terrifying. It was like looking at the eyes of Satan. "Ma'am, we're in college already. Why do we have to this fucking routine?" Jungkook asked bluntly. He then continues, "it just makes us seem like a fucking elementary student." The sharp knife like words that flew past his lips really surprised the professor and in many ways hurt her. She was being humiliated by a student, in front of other students. "Oh yeah, I forgot. You're just a fucking elementary teacher and not a real prof-"
"Jeon Jungkook!" She interjects in a loud voice. The class flinched meanwhile Jungkook stood still unfazed; his cold gaze not leaving his features for even a minute. Tears were threatening to trickle down her cheeks, and Jungkook along with the rest of the class simply watch. Jungkook on the other hand, had the very edge of his lips lifted upwards, creating a small mischievous satisfied smirk. "Go to the principal's office right now!"
Jungkook simply scoffs before turning his heel and walking out the room. Once he closes the door, Jungkook was about to make his way out the university but he was then welcomed by the principal who was a few inches from the door.
"I think you've said some hurtful words that you didn't mean to say." The principal states in a calm voice, indirectly talking about what happened in the classroom.
Jungkook lifted his head to meet the principal's eyes. In response, Jungkook shook his head with a satisfied smile. "Nope, I don't think I regret anything I said back there."
The principal lets out a heavy sigh, "wrong answer. Come on, you know the drill."
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"So you don't regret anything, you did back there?" The principal asks once more, trying to get a hint of guilt from the boy.
Jungkook lets out a low groan as he run a hand through his face. He wipes his face aggressively with his hands before turning to the principal with an annoyed look. "How many times do I have to tell you? No, I don't. Are fucking deaf or something?"
"Mr. Jeon, respecting your profs is one of the rules here at our university. I won't let that attitude of yours-"
Jungkook interrupted the principal mid sentence with a scoff. "I think I've heard this line over two hundred times, aren't you tired of it?" -Jungkook blurted out- "I'll go to detention now if you're not done with your petty talk."
Jungkook abruptly stood up to leave, but then the principal stops him; grabbing his arm firmly, the grasp on Jungkook's arm tightens as the principal started to get more and more impatient with him. Jungkook looks over his shoulder to raise a brow at the principal, slightly irked.
When the eye contact between the two were longer than five seconds, Jungkook broke the silence. "Are you trying to intimidate me?" Jungkook lets out chuckle. "Oh please, I know you can do better than whatever the hell that is."
"Look, Mr. Jeon, please... Respect your profs, just this once, please." The principal's voice became softer, to which Jungkook was surprised by his sudden change of tone. "If you can't do it with every prof, then just Ms. Kwon, please."
Jungkook guffaws. "Do you like that elementary teacher or something?" Jungkook asks with a smile; amused by the scene that was unfolding right in front of him.
"No, she's my godchild. Her father is my best friend, and I wanted to give the girl a job." The principal explains while his eyes pleaded at Jungkook's.
Jungkook looks back at him with a cold but not dark gaze. "Well, you did a mistake for hiring her." Jungkook spat out, tugging his arm out of the principal's grasp before he makes his way to the door. Jungkook halts right in front of the door before turning to the principal. "Room 8O1, right?" Jungkook asks with a smirk. In response, the principal nods before Jungkook walks out of his room.
"What am I going to do with this kid..."
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"9:31AM" the time on Jungkook's watch reads. "A new world record." Jungkook flashes a small smile. He was about to walk to Room 8O1, when suddenly; someone bumped into his shoulder. Jungkook was fine, but the person who bumped into him wasn't.
His textbooks and notebooks were scattered on the floor while the boy who seems to bump into him just stood up from the ground. With an unbothered look, Jungkook eyes the boy and notice the familiar brunette with glasses. "Yah, Minhyun!" Jungkook exclaims as he walks over to the boy whose head hung low. Once Jungkook was on his side, he ruffles the boy's neatly gelled hair. "You're late for class. What happened to you buddy?"
Minhyun remained silent, lips pursed together forming a thin line as he suppress the feeling of fear building up inside of him. "I asked you a fucking question Minhyun..." Jungkook trails off before wrapping an arm around the poor boy.
Minhyun trembles in fear by Jungkook's arm around his figure. "I-I-I..." Minhyun stutters before he quickly retrieves his wallet from his pocket and gave it to Jungkook. "P-Pl-Please l-l-le-a-ave m-e a-alone-e!" Minhyun stutters yet again as he holds out the wallet to Jungkook with his head fixed towards the ground.
Jungkook guffaws at his actions. The arm that simply rested on Minhyun's shoulder was now lifted from him, however; Jungkook's hand was wrapped around Minhyun's neck tightly, cutting off the oxygen from his body. The familiar dark and cold gaze was once again adorning his features as he strangled the boy.
"Money doesn't solve every problem, Minhyun." With that, Jungkook lets go of the boy. Hunched over, Minhyun started coughing as he tried his best to let the oxygen back in his system. His hand was balled into a fist as he aggressively hits his chest with his fist. Once Minhyun was kinda better, he stood up straight - only to be punched across the face by Jungkook.
Minhyun did not expected that at all. The sudden force, resulted to him on the ground where his textbooks were lying. "That's for bumping into me." Jungkook remarks before he gave the boy one last glance and then walks away. As he walks away, his back facing Minhyun; he counts the bills that were once in Minhyun's wallet. Jungkook chuckles before he mumbles under his breath,
"Sucker..."
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"Where am I?!" Wherever she turns, wherever she looks; all she sees is a dark void. Her body was magically floating around the void, but she sees nothing.
"Beomhee," a voice calls out. Beomhee snapped her head to the side where the voice came from, but she couldn't see anything.
"Who are you?" She asks, looking around attentively.
"I'm Angela... You may not know me, but I know you." The voice says in a soft tone. Without even seeing the voice, Beomhee could hear the voice smile. Beomhee couldn't help but furrow her brows in confusion. "I need your help, please... Someone very dear to me, Jeon Jungkook; he's hurting himself in ways you wouldn't imagine, and I need you to save him."
"Umm... Do I become his bodyguard or something?" Beomhee queries, "do I get a gun?!" Beomhee asks in excitement, almost squealing.
"Uh - what? No..." Angela was quite surprised by the girl's sudden enthusiasm, and couldn't help but crack a smile at this. (To which Beomhee obviously couldn't see.) "You'll be his guardian angel, and I'll give you powers to fulfill your duties."
Out of nowhere, sparkles showered her from above as she felt her system slowly changing and adopting to the change. "Awwh, sick! I have powers!" She beams as she looks at her hand that still remained the same as before; but for some reason she believes that it changed. "What are my powers?"
"Try making a circle in the air." Angela instructed. Beomhee tries it out, and stuck her two fingers out (her index and middle finger) and glides them in the air to make a circle. An orange flare, followed her fingers and her jaw falls in amazement. "Wow! I'm like Doctor Strange, but a female and not in the MCU!" She continues to glide her fingers in the air a couple more times before finally making a circle.
Within the circle, a portal to another place was in it; and caused to Beomhee to stumble back. "W-what's that?!"
"Hollywood. Since you were thinking about the MCU, it generated a portal to Hollywood. Basically, whatever place is on your mind, you can go there." Angela explains.
"Damn, that's sick!" Beomhee exclaims before she started gliding her fingers in the air once again.
"Not only that, but you also have mind powers; such as the power to read people's mind, and the power to control people. You'll also see visions or dreams about the future but all of them are Jungkook's fate, not yours."
"These powers may be a gift, but be warned; your powers are very limited." Angela explains further, "your powers are exclusively for the protection of Jungkook and not for self desires or wishes. Once you used them for anything that doesn't help Jungkook at all; you will slowly lose your powers. And if you continue to do so, you won't be able to use some of them until you're not able to use any of them. You'll become weak. The powers are infused in your bloodstream, and once these powers stop working; you will too and you'll die. It is a gift, yet also a curse, so be wise with the decisions you make; for all of them have consequences."
"Can I trust you on this mission, Beomhee?" Beomhee looks around, to try and find where she'll nod to, but in the end, she simply nods eagerly. Angela smiles. "Great, you may practice for a while, and soon, in exactly two minutes you'll wake up from this dream and do your mission."
"Are you sure about her?" A voice from behind Angela asks. Angela turns to the voice, giving them a quick bow before nodding in assurance. She then looks down at Beomhee with a smile.
"I think she'll do great..."
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any thoughts on the new chapter one??
btw,, be a good student and respect
your teachers/profs. you may pay
for their salary and they may be an
a-hole at times, but giving them
shit is not the way to go.