My parents were home when I woke up this morning and I could smell my momma's homemade oatmeal. Oh god. Oatmeal. I dragged myself groggily out of bed and the smell of oatmeal intensified.  I groaned. In my house, oatmeal meant something bad. I knew exactly what was wrong. Momma and Dad got into another fight. 

My dad has this thing that he does, it's called cheating. At least, that's how my momma describes it. My momma thinks that cheating is when a man makes eye contact with another woman for more than three seconds. She goes on these ballistic tantrums, throwing things, yelling, pacing back and forth like a psycho. 

Oh course, she doesn't want me to know that they had a fight so she cooks me my favorite, oatmeal. Well, it used to be my favorite. It used to be my brother's favorite, too. That's what momma told me. I had a brother a long time ago. He died of lung cancer when I was six. I was devastated. 

My mom broke the news to me with oatmeal. "(Y/N), I want to talk to you about something." She would say. "As you know, your brother wasn't feeling well..." and well, you get the memo. 

I was heartbroken. I couldn't eat my oatmeal after that. And she has used oatmeal to break some bad news to me since then. 

I pulled on my uniform and brushed out my hair, putting it in a half up ponytail. I put on my glasses instead of my contacts today. I grabbed my bag and went downstairs. "Hi, momma." I said, sitting down at the table. 

"Hi, (Y/N)." She poured a bowl of oatmeal and put it on the table in front of me. 

"Thank you." I said. "Where's dad?" I asked. When my mom threw these tantrums he would 'stay late.' at work. I don't know where he goes, but I do know that he doesn't 'stay late' any other day.

"Hes upstairs, still asleep." Hmm...thats new. Normally my dad 'wont be back until later.' "His best friend just passed away." 

So the oatmeal wasn't for me this time. Thats a relief. As long as i don't have to go to any funerals. "Im sorry to hear that."

"Mm." My mother took a seat next to me at the table. By now, I was almost finished with my oatmeal. "Did you do your studies?" i nodded. "Did you drop by the studio for a few hours?" I nodded,more hesitantly. I did, but I didn't do much dancing. "good girl." I put my bowl in the sink and rinsed it. "Let me drop you off at school today." 

My mother dropped me off right at the front. "I can get a ride to the studio, momma. Don't worry about picking me up.." She nodded and said goodbye. I stood there for a moment. Weird. I took off my blazer as it was a sunny day. 

I walked slowly to my homeroom, enjoying the weather. I saw Jungkook hanging out outside of our classroom, alone. He had a few bruises on his face and his lip was busted. i knew these student would eat him alive within the first month of him being here. 

Actually, he survived longer than I had thought. I had to give him props for that. "What happened to you?" I asked him, placing my hand on his cheek. 

"ouch." he said. He brushed me off. "Nothing. I fell down the stairs today." 

"Are you sure?" I asked tilting my head. "Because it looks like you got beat up." 

Jungkook looked over his shoulder and nodded. "Yes I'm sure." He pushed me into the classroom. "hurry up. " 

"Why are you in such a rush?" i said, resisting against him. He finally got me in and shut the door pressing his back against it. 

"I'm playing hide and seek with Taehyung." he told me. "Anyway, what happened to you?" he asked. 

"What?" I hissed. 

"Why are you here so early? Normally, you're late." he peeked through the window, ducking down as bodies passed. 

"My mom dropped me off." I explained. Why am I talking to him? i walked to the back of the classroom as he continued talking to me. I took out my earbuds and my favorite book and lost myself. 

I pulled out my earbuds when I heard the intercom beep. "Jeon Jungkook, report to the principal's office immediately. Jeon Jungkook to the principal's office. " Jungkook groaned and opened the door. 

"Don't be mad." he told me. He closed the door and left me all alone, and on a cliffhanger.  

"Don't be mad?!" I repeated to myself. He's crazy. I burried my nose in my book once more until class started. 

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I didn't see Jungkook for the rest of the day. I wondered if he had snitched out the kids that had beaten him and they were out to get him or something. Or, if he was telling the truth, someone had seen him fall down the stairs and now he's in the nurse? 

Maybe he had a concussion. He was speaking nonsense. 'Don't be mad.' I thought. I saw Taehyung in history class and asked him if Jungkook was okay.

"Oh so now you're so interested in Kookie, aren't you?" He teased. 

"No." I said, looking away. "He just wasn't in class at all today, that's all." 

"Wow. I can't believe your little boyfriend didn't tell you. "

"I already know he fell down the stairs." I said, rolling my eyes. "I just wanna know if hes-"

"Kookie didn't fall down the stairs." Taehyung said. I knew it. These kids really did beat him up, he just didn't want to hurt his pride even more by telling me. "He got in a fight, put a kid in the hospital." 

I was shocked. Taehyung didn't seem like one to lie, he had that believable tone to him. "How? Why?" 

"He heard those kids talking shit about you....so he just, you know, snapped at them."