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Dear no one,
-I'm Jungkook, nice to meet you! This is weird writing to myself
in a dairy but I guess I can talk to you. Anyways,...father hit me
again today, this time mother watched. She-
"Jungkook! Get your was down here!"
"Yes sir!!"
The boy hops up from the desk to the door in order to yell down the stairs. He yelps and runs back to his diary, he forgot to hide it. Only then does he crave to write more. Stupid parents.
-Looks like I can't write anymore! Assholes! I hate it here!! This
was fun I guess but anyw-
"JUNGKOOK!!!"
A pure moments worth of silence goes by before he decides life is currently worth living for than his diary log.
"Coming!!!"
He sits in the chair a few more seconds, and decides on a title for his diary section. It's a start.
"Hmm..what..what to say..." he mumbles to himself.
-Another day in hell.
From Jungkook.-
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In the office of an expensive work place stood to men dressed
in high fashion suits, that must have cost thousands of dollars.
They had proud backbones in their walk, much to confident. One of them had bright purple hair. His beautiful locks flipped back with his hand every few minutes. His lips pulled back into a snarky smile, inviting those who are naive.
The other who wasn't far off, stuck one hand in his pocket as if ready for a photoshoot any moment. His face closed off, with deep creasing eyebrows. The curly locks of his own shined and glistened in the wind with its blond pigment.
Don't be fooled. They only appeared to be the average rich bastard working at a high-end company. One who seemed egotistic and friendly, the other cold but charming. Although their personalities came close to how they actually are. They held grave sins, and desires.
The purple colored hair man tapped the blond on his shoulder. He practically yanked him toward a quiet area, with no one around.
"What?" The cold one asks. Hands folded to his sides, his face twisting in confusion. He secretly figured the other male wanted something, with the small pout it was obviously desperate.
"Tae, I can't do this anymore!" The other screams.
The purple haired male gives the impression of being distressed. He's scratching at his own scalp, face tiring by the second.
"What are you on about now?" The cold one sighs.
"I can't do this back to back work thing. It's boring. We haven't had any fun in years Tae."
"What do you expect me to do? Just tell me what you really want." Tae responds. The male is noticeably frowning from his lack of understanding the other.
"I want fun. We need fun. No, Taehyung?"
"Yes, Jimin?".
"Let's take a break and actually put our hard earnings to good use."
Taehyung smiles for the first time that night. Something is present in the room that isn't spoken. A hidden agreement goes across the room and understood by one another. He bends to whisper to the other. "We need to be more thorough. We can't just go snatching and drugging folks. We have to get really smart. I mean use the good earned money, baby."
The shorter male giggles. "Yeah, I guess that's smarter. But those were always extremely fun." He squeals and gazes up at the memory. The fun times they had together, destroying everyone else. He missed the others crazy eyes, wide and wild. Sadistic gaze. Not stern dull, lazy eyes that are used for work. This life was tearing apart the joy from their lives. Making them....ordinary.
The blond squints his eyes, placing a finger upon his chin. Deeply in thought he adds on. "We can't mess up like with our last toy. We trusted him because he was perfect, but he ran and almost killed you. It caused us this boring, lay low life. We can't make that mistake again." His voice is deep and rusty. It holds a aching pain. They were surprisingly, And genuinely hurt by their last toy. Hadn't tried to get another toy in 2 years after it happened. They let him out, treated him so gently, better than any other toy. He was perfect. Well-behaved. Mannered. Loved everything they loved. The toys, the games, the pain. He was compliment, and desperate. They loved the way he begged, but he still left, and tried to kill them on the way out. Till this day they are still confused, and shocked. Their mercy was taken for granted. They loved him. Wanted to treat him right. Almost wished they met in better terms, but in the end. He was the same as the rest. Just desperate to go home.
The shorter male sympathizes. He hums in agreement. "We'll buy this one. Like a teenager. Black market all that. So to some extent we'll actually own them. False adoption records, along with ownership, large sums of money And bam! We own their lives. No one will look our way, if they do we'll give them alittle hush money, or hire someone to keep then quiet."
"That sounds tiring." The other grumbles.
They both make a sound to agree, letting out sighs. "Well we don't want anyone on our ass all day. I'm tired of legal matters so let's just handle it all now so later it won't even be a problem. So good, that even if they escape we own them and no one can help them. No government, not the state. Anyone."
"Sounds pricey."
"We're billionaires, baby." The shorter male giggles. He smacks the other gently on the shoulder. "People will pay us just to look at them. They desire our attention, they want what we have. No one would risk shit. We were broke years before, our pets could easily escape and call the cops. But now they won't even make it around the house to get outside. Let them try to get out of that maze of a place, they still won't get past the forest. We literally live in deserted land." He chuckles, thinking of their new pets running around like chickens trying to get out. He tapped his foot impatiently, he's getting himself a bit too excited.
"Male? Female?" The taller is speaking again. Both hands prompted on the counter next to him. He's gazing off at the other male, eyes sparkling with desire. That familiar spark that just couldn't help but get into trouble. That twinkle that would leaves wounds are over anyone's body, and cuts all down someone's back. A sadistic man. Creepily invested. They loved it.
"Male of course."
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On the other side of the country. Near the dirt and rags. Lived the poor. No school was around, anyone who lived in that section had walk miles just to get to middle class civilization. Homes torn, broken. Fixed with wooden panels. The emergency line, non-existent. You'd have to report a crime miles away hours after it happened, if you ran to reach a telephone.
The 17 hard-working boy named Jungkook lived in that area. Between the walk to middle class and the walk to poor. A broken down, barely stable home. One day he worried the second floor would calspe onto the first. Another year he prayed day after day, for the time he could move and use all the money he worked to gather to pay for everything he needed. But, praying only did so much for him. Hoping to get out and get money was one thing. Actually accomplishing that dream was another.
He walked for long times to get to school, only to sit in boring old classes. Tired. Worn down. He was getting closer and closer to a breaking point. He kept a diary, one that he wrote in occasionally. Not much to write about, only when he was extremely bored. So school was a perfect opportunity to start today.
Dear no one,
I'm in school right now. It's almost over. Did I mention that I'm a senior? Well I am. It sucks, but next year I'm an adult. Yay! College I hope.
Bye.
College.
Jungkook dreams of going, but he doubts it. Maybe if he works hard enough his dream will come true. But inevitably he knows, his parents and him aren't well off. Their savings all spent on alcohol. The house they live in barely standing tall. There is no way he could afford college. He works hard in school. It's never enough. The boy trys for any scholarships. He plays all the sports he can handle every year. Goes to any after school activities. Also stays at an A average. He just can't understand how it isn't enough. What else must he do?
Jungkook leaves school that day, feeling overwhelmed. He's having to take so many courses and after school practices that his body can't keep up. He sprints across the field in a hurry, as he is late for work.
The boy arrived just in time for servings. He works in a bakery, which is his favorite occupation he ever had. Jungkook loves coming to work and being hit with fresh baked goods. They always smelled delicious, especially the sweets. Cake decorating is his favorite to watch them make. He can only work cashiering, and picking up some goods. Never participating in the actual making of them.
"Jungkook you are late again." The owner shouts.
"Sorry Mrs. Han! Practice!" He bows apologetically and runs off to the front where the cash register is. His legs nearly buckled thinking about the laps and the exercises from hell.
"Ah..What am I going to do with you boy?" She scolded looking at his bruising knees. The lady took steps toward him, rolled up sheets of paper and slapped him in the head with it. "You work so hard Jungkook. Your young body can only take so much!"
"I know Mrs. Han." He looks down and sighs. There isn't much he can do about it. He was to work. He'd pick up another job, if he wasn't working so hard for scholarships this year. "I just have to."
"I understand my boy. But I guess since you'll never ask for a day off I'll have to send you on a vacation."
"Mrs.H-"
"Ah..ah..you'll take a break and be a normal teen. Jungkook you've been working here since you were fourteen. What good am I to let a young boy like you not experience a teen life?" Before the boy can argue Mrs. Han is quick to continue. "Jungkook." She says softly. The boy lifts his gaze. She's known him for years. He worked at the bakery throughout his entire middle, and Highschool years. It was odd for her to see a 12 year old so desperate to earn money, even if that meant just holding bread or washing plates. She really cared for him. "It's your senior year. Have fun. It won't last forever. Be an adult later."
"B-but I need m-
"Don't worry about the money, you'll continue to get your weekly paycheck." She continues to smile at his panicked expression. Only the best, she wanted for him. Not all the love in the world could amount to how much that boy deserved.
"B-but it doesn't feel right to not work and still be payed Mrs. Han." He mumbles while looking down still. Playing with his hands, beat up from working constantly. His heart thumped. He was never given a chance to be a normal teen. Jungkook was practically as adult. How did normal teens behave? How should he behave? What do normal teens do?
"Oh my boy! You've done enough work! Now get out!" Mrs. Han pushes him along, waving him dismissively. It only takes a second for him to male a fuss of it.
"W-what?! Today?!" He practically shrieks. He literally just got here, what was he supposed to do now? He never came back home early. He worked lat purposefully, so hopefully his parents would be sleeping when he returned. Maybe he he worked enough and stayed out longer, they'd forget he existed and let him go. "Are you sure??!!"
"Yes. You're vacation starts now Jungkook. Enjoy it."
I won't.