Jungkook's Pov

Today I go back to school. It's been five days and they have been the worst of my life. The massive bruise on my stomach has subsided to the back of my mind due to the pain medications I had found in the cupboard. It's gotten smaller, but the bruise is still very big and it's a dark purple still. I pull on my long sleeved shirt, not wanting anyone to see the bruises scattered across my arms, and swing my backpack over my shoulder. I stick my head out the door of my bedroom to make sure Father isn't up yet. I slip on my black converse and tip-toe down the stairs. Just before I reach the bottom, one of the wooden stairs creaks extremely loud. I gulp and turn my head to make sure the noise didn't wake him up. It didn't.

I walk into the kitchen and grab an apple before walking out the front door and to my bicycle. I don't have a car. Yuhyung won't get me one and I can't afford one by myself. I start to pedal down the street and instantly smile widely as the wind hits my face. I pedal faster as I check the digital watch on my wrist. 6:50. I had to be at the high school by 7:00 and I still had a couple of more blocks to go. I sigh in annoyance and pedal faster, making my legs burn slightly due to the exercise. Today is Tuesday, and I got suspended on Wednesday of last week. I bike around the parking lot, almost running into a couple of cars along the way. I skid to a stop in front of the entrance to the school and quickly park my bike at the bike rack. I secure the bike from getting stolen by locking it with a chain and lock before running into the school. The bell rings and the halls couldn't be more crowded.

I rush to my locker as I get stares from a few people. Everyone has heard about me getting suspended. They also heard about how Yuhyung practically dragged me out of the school by my arm. I just hope nobody gets suspicious. That would be bad and I'd rather not call child services today; or any time soon, for that matter. I mean, yeah, I want to get away from him, but I don't want to be put in an orphanage. Nobody in my family would take me in, because apparently to them, I murdered my mother, and I don't really have any friends to stay with. I grab my books for my first class, History, as somebody walks up to my locker.

"Hello," the guy says. I raise an eyebrow and slam my locker shut before picking up my backpack and heading to class.

"It's rude to ignore people when they are talking to you," he says. "I'm Taehyung." He sticks out his hand for me to shake. I sigh and shake his hand before mumbling, "Jungkook"

"So... I hear that you got suspended. What for? There's not really much that people can do to get suspended here," he continues.

"How would you know what you can and cannot do to get suspended?" I ask. He shrugs.

"I've tried to get suspended many times, actually. I think it would be nice to just sit at home and get a small vacation from this place."

"Not if you were me," I mutter.

"What was that?"

"Uh... Nothing." I say quickly. "Why are you even talking to me? Not to be rude or anything, I'm just curious." Taehyung shrugs yet again.

"The only friends I have are two idiots. It would be nice to have a guy who isn't an idiot every once in a while. Plus, it would be nice to be able to talk about the latest sports and such every once in a while..." I laugh slightly. "Why not you sit with my friends and I at lunch? You can meet me at the cafeteria doors."

"Sure," I shrug. Taehyung smiles.

"You still haven't answered my question," he says.

"What question?"

"About how you got suspended..."

"Oh... Just the usual stuff. Skipping classes and disrespecting teachers, I guess." I'd rather not tell him about the fights. Mostly because half of the time I was the one who got the crap beaten out of them.

"What did your parents say?" He asks. I look down.

"Parent," I mumble. "My mum died when I was younger."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's alright," I smile. "My dad got pretty mad."

"Did you get grounded?" Taehyung asks. I gulp and shrug.

"Something like that."

"Oh, well... See you at lunch, Jungkook." Taehyung walks off to the other end of the hall and I am left alone standing outside my History class. I quickly open the door and walk in. All eyes are on me...