The teenager was peacefully sleeping until the silence in the bedroom is broken by an alarm sound. He tries to reach for his phone, but it was still out of reach. The boy groans as he sits upright and turns off the alarm. He runs his fingers through his raven hair and blinks a few times trying to wake up.

The sleepy teenager lazily drags his feet to the bathroom. After washing up, he slips on a pair of jeans and a plane black t-shirt. He makes sure he packed all the books he needs for today and then makes his way to the kitchen.

“Good morning, Jungkook,” says his father with a dumpling smile.

“Where is dad?” ask Jungkook looking at the empty dinner table where his breakfast would usually be waiting for him.

Namjoon sighs not feeling like arguing this early in the day.

“Your mother had to go to a early photoshoot this morning.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and grabs an apple from the fruit bowl.

“Whatever let’s go. I don’t wanna be late like yesterday.”

Namjoon takes a deep breath in and exhales to came himself down, so he doesn’t react to his son's rude behavior.

The two males get their bags and get in the car. It’s a silent drive till Namjoon stops the car in front of the building.

“Have a great day at school, son,” says Namjoon with a soft smile.

But as usual Jungkook does not respond and just gets out of the car. Namjoon sighs and rolls down the window.

“I would love it if you responded, it hurts to be ignored.”

Jungkook turns around and mumbles a “have a good day at the office” which is good enough for Namjoon.

As soon as his dad drives of Jungkook turns to look at the sign where Busan High school is written. He has always thought that it would be more appropriate if hell was written on that sign.

Jungkook starts making his way to his locker trying to ignore the looks and laughs from some of the other students. He should be used to it by now.

Jungkook opens his locker and places his books in it, only taking out the English textbook that he needs for his first class. When he was about to close his locker, a hand from behind smashes the locker door close making Jungkook flinch.

“Oh, did I scare you?”

Before Jungkook turned around he already knew who it is.

“Hyun-Woo, please leave me alone.”

“Oh okay, someone is in a bad mood today. Bet you did not get enough sleep last night because you were too busy sucking some dick,” says Hyun-Woo and a smirk appears on his face when he hears his friends laugh.

“I’m not gay,” mumbles Jungkook.

“What was that? Come on FIGHT BACK!”

Hyun-Woo grabs Jungkook by the collar and throws him against lockers. Jungkook hisses when pain shots throughout his back.

Hyun-Woo laughs and then acts like he is going to hit Jungkook only to withdraw the punch. They all burst out laughing when Jungkook recoils.

“Is that all you got?”

He was about to hit Jungkook when one of his friends stops him and points at the teacher approaching them.

“See you in class, faggot,” spats Hyun-Woo before slapping the book out of Jungkook’s hands and disappearing down the hall.

Jungkook quickly picks up his book from the floor and runs to class.