Chapter Text
Jungkook's pov
I was on my way to an accounting lecture, quickly glancing over my notes from earlier classes.
Entering the room, I noticed that, as always, it was full to the brim. I quickly scanned the room, noticing that the seats furthest from the lecturer were empty. I moved towards them as quickly as possible.
I was so close when, unfortunately, I felt a strong blow to the side of my body.
I'm sorry Jungkook! - I heard as I started to turn towards the culprit. -It wasn't my fault, I swear!- he started to explain.
It was Jimin. The best student of the year. An eternally learning boy who never fell below average. We were similar, although the only difference between us was that Jimin liked to be the center of attention.
That's okay. - I mumbled and then started climbing the stairs again to finally be able to sit down.
When I sat down, I felt pain in my neck due to the stretching of the muscles. I touched my hand to the bandage, regretting my stupid ideas and the fact that a week ago I had gone to the club with my best friends Hoseok and Namjoon.
I got a tattoo on the back of my neck while under the influence of alcohol. And it started with the stupid sentence "you have no brain, man".
I don't even remember which one of them said it. The tattoo depicted a small dragon. My five-centimeter curse. The bandage helped me cover it and avoid questions and glances from other people, considering that similar tattoos are worn only by representatives of the most dangerous Kim Mafia in Asia.
Finally, the lecturer entered the room. Mr. San. He was considered the best lecturer at the university. His room was always full. This was because he was not very demanding and his classes were interesting.
Please open your textbooks to page 208. Today we will talk about why we need logic in accounting. - he said, turning towards the board. I opened the textbook and started reading. This is how the entire two-hour lecture passed. I didn't have to worry about notes. I tend to remember everything I hear. It was good, but at the same time troublesome.
Jungkook! - I heard a scream in my right ear. I held my breath. I hated it. I hated them.
I need fifty thousand won, honey. - the order was given as I was forcefully turned towards the person I hated. Of course. - I said with held breath, while searching for money in my pants pocket. I had them ready. When I handed them to him, I was glad that he let me go and started walking towards the exit. I was glad he didn't see the dressing.
Lee Minho. That was the name of my nightmare that followed me through most of my lectures. He always wanted one. I was so lucky that he didn't just treat me like a pushover. At first they tried to oppose him, but it didn't work. When he doesn't feel like getting his hands dirty, his friends step in. No matter what, you can't escape them. Something like sticking your head in a toilet is a piece of cake for them. They are doing something much worse. More painful.
Two years ago I tried to fight them. Less than an hour later I was lying in the hospital with a broken left arm. He doesn't care why you "don't have it". What is important is that he has or gets what he wants. There are rumors that his family works for the Kims. And no one wants to mess with them. Unfortunately, last month he found something on me that I don't want anyone to know. Last year I started working as a waiter. In a nightclub in the suburbs. Of course, no one knows about it except the boys and for now I don't want it to be revealed at school, so now I always try to fulfill my "role" in this mess.
Thanks to the fact that it was my last lecture, I was finally able to head towards the building's exit. Hoseok and Namjoon are supposed to be waiting for me at their apartment.
Walking towards the bus stop, I turned my head melancholy towards the school. I only have to survive this year. - I muttered, quickening my pace towards the stopped bus.
When I collected my ticket, I immediately headed towards any empty seat. Sitting down, I took out my phone and in the meantime tried to unplug the headphones. After a few seconds, I finally succeeded. Turning on the first song I came across, I leaned my head against the window, waiting for the bus to start moving. I sighed, closing my eyes. The melody made me start to relax.
After about twenty minutes of driving, I saw the desired stop. Getting off the bus, I immediately headed towards the boys' block, which was practically on the other side of the estate. When I entered the block, I felt the pleasant smells of food. I tried to get to the top floor as quickly as possible, jumping every other step. Once there, I took out the keys that my friends had given me. When I entered, I took off my coat and shoes and headed towards the living room.
Jungkook! - Hoseok shouted, jumping off the couch to say hello. Hello, I replied, hugging my friend. Giving the turtle to Namjoon at the same time
. You won't believe it! - Hoseok started shouting again.
We got the tickets. - Namjoon finished strangely excited.
What? - I asked curiously.
Cat fights! - they said at the same time.
I was surprised. Really surprised. To get tickets to these shows you have to be rich or well connected with some people. Cat fights, of course, have nothing to do with animal fights. This show is considered the best in the underground world. Life and death struggle. You can't enter without a ticket, so some people do anything to get one.
How did you manage to get them? - I asked in shock. I can't understand how they could shake it.
Seokjin owed me a favor. - Namjoon said, getting up from the couch to go to the kitchen. Seokjin was Namjoon's friend from work. They both worked at Hoseok's father's music studio. Still unable to get over the shock, I sat down in the armchair opposite the entrance. I looked at them not knowing what to do next.
You have Friday off, so it's perfect. - Hoseok said, flipping through the TV channels with the remote control. He was definitely looking for reruns of his favorite cartoon. For being twenty-five years old, he is still childish in his own way.
I told my parents I'm staying with you today. - I muttered, feeling the shock finally wear off. I threw my backpack on the table and took out my laptop. I have to finish my presentations for tomorrow's financial analysis lecture. Seeing that Hobi had given up searching and was turning on the playa, I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate. I tried to get my work done as quickly as possible, but my body stopped cooperating with me. The last thing I remember is Hoseok shouting at Namjoon when he spilled his beer on the carpet.
I fell asleep.