"Congratulations to Jeon Jungkook for being the topper of this year."
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Jeon Jungkook, the second son of the Jeon family, one of the richest family in the whole country, just graduated from his high school with the highest mark and reviews being the topper of the year.
He's handsome, rich, popular for good not only in studies but in every activities. He was perfect in everything. He was everyone's heartthrob.
Everybody admires him for his hardwork and personality.
Except someone.

"What do you mean by this??"

Jungkook flinched and closed his eyes as the man in front of him threw the papers in his hand right to his face.

Only the sound of papers flipping around in the air could be heard.

"Is this only what all you can give for yourself Jeon Jungkook? Don't forget that you're my son and you need to be perfect in everything. Have you forgotten about the meaning of being strong and perfect? Do you think that you are the best just by being the topper? You're just useless. Get all these trash and just get lost from here. I really don't want to see your weak face here."

Jungkook lowered down his head and bit his lower lip trying not to escape his sobs from his mouth. He slowly squatted down and picked up his graduation mark sheet and certificates and clasped them tightly with his shivering hands and turned to go outside.

"Close the door when you leave."

He heard the older saying as he closed the door behind him.

Jungkook dragged his feet towards his room and locked the door before throwing himself to his giant king size bed but the soft cotton bedsheet was no more comforting to him. He just kept staring at the white ceiling, recalling all the harsh words that he was so used to listen for all his life.
He scrolled through his phone but all he could see was only the news about him and people praising him.
Was he happy? From all the praises from everyone?
He smiled smugly at his phone screen or... maybe at himself? He felt himself and his life as a joke.
He has good looks, perfect grades, money, everything... but he had long forgotten how happiness feels like.
Eventhough he has a huge house, he never had a home. He never received any kind of care and love from his family. His father, well... should I say his step mother's husband? He never appreciated him for even once in his whole life. His step mother was busy taking care of her own son that she brought when she came to their house for the first time with his father after his mother's death. He wondered if she ever thought him as her son... or at least his husband's son. And now, she wants all his father's property only for her son, not that Jungkook care about her taking all from him, but the only thing he cared was the love she took from his father.
Jungkook was really closed with her mother. She was his only happiness and friend whom he could share everything, he felt as if his life was complete while she was with him. But, god took his happiness from him. He was really happy when his father brought his new mother and a new big brother. He thought he could share everything to her like he used to, he thought he would get someone he could play with. But he was wrong. He was wrong about the world being kind and caring that his mother taught him. They took his father from him. They took his believe about the beautiful world.
But did he give up? No. He tried his best, the best that his mother once wanted him to be.
But what he got? Nothing but more hate from his step mother, who never wanted him to be what he's now. The more he get better, the more she hate him. He had no idea how his father turned to hate him that much. He wanted at least a single 'well done' from his father. He tried his best in everything, not to ruin his father's reputation in the country, with the thought that if he did that, at least his father would appreciate him for his hard work. But he was wrong, he was wrong to think he had even a tiny spot in his father's heart. No matter how good he is, his father would never appreciate him.

He got up from his bed and step out of his room silently, then out of his huge house, then to road, then to nowhere... He let his feet drag him wherever it wanted and now he was standing in front of his mother's grave. He fell on his knees and let his cold fingers traced through the cement where his mother's name was printed.
No words came out from his mouth but escaped only quite sobs that he had been holding on for too much long. His vision became blurry as tears filled his eyes that rolled down till his jawline.

"I'm tired Mom. I'm tired of myself. I'm hurt. You promised me you would hug me when I'm hurt. Where's my hug Mom. I really need a hug from you. Help me Mom. Please..."

He never cried all these years, neither smiled. He always wear a cold face in front of everyone hiding all of his emotions and to show his father that he was strong. He never wanted to show his weakness to his father. He was afraid that his father would hate him more if he was weak. But was he strong? Enduring the pain when his step mother slapped him, not crying when his father scolded him, not complaining when his brother snatched his toy... does all these count as being strong?

He slowly stood up wiping his tears and turned to leave the place. He didn't want to go back to his house either, where he could hear everybody having fun excluding him. He took a bus which he never knew where it will take him to. He got down only after the bus stopped. But... where was he? He was never allowed to go out on his own other than his school. He never had friends. Eventhough he was everyone's heartthrob, with his cold and expressionless face, no one could approach him nor he tried to approach them.
And now, he was standing in the middle of the road, with no idea about what place he arrived.
The sky turned darker as the sun almost set. But he was still walking till the road ends which he never knew where he would end up.

Hopefully, he ended up at a beach. The sound of waves splashing the rocks on the bay, the mild breeze while the sun almost hide under the wide edge of the ocean, it should be a calming view... right? But why he felt more heaviness in his heart?
He sat down over the sand and looked up at the sky that was slowly turning darker and darker... just like his life.
His mind filled with the times when he used to know how to smile, the smile that was long snatched from him. He sniffed in the cold air deeply and closed his eyes but not for long enough since he felt something wet on his hand that was resting on the sand behind.
He quickly turned his head just to find a small puppy licking his hand and looked up at him wagging its tail when it noticed he was looking at him. He looked around to search if its owner is around because he noticed a purple belt around its neck which indicates that it's not some stray dog, but he couldn't see anyone nearby.

"Hey buddy... What are you doing here alone? Where is your owner?"
Jungkook slowly picked up the puppy and made it lie down on his lap and patted it softly as the puppy wiggled its tail more at the touch.

"TAN-AHHHH...!! TANNIEEE..!!"

Just when Jungkook was about to turned his face when he heard someone screaming loudly, the puppy on his lap suddenly jumped down and ran away.
He was about to run after it but the puppy ran towards the person who just screamed. Maybe that person is its owner?
Jungkook couldn't see the person clearly since it was already getting dark but as far as he could see, the person has blonde hair and was wearing a grey loose pants with a loose white oversized sweatshirt. He saw him approaching towards him holding the puppy in his arms.

"Thank you so much. I thought I lost him. He's a bit naughty. Did he troubled you anyhow?"

Jungkook could hear the voice but couldn't see the face clearly. But he could admit that he have never heard such deep and shooting voice in his whole life.

"No no... I'm glad that you found him. He's very cute."

"Is he? Thank you so much again."

Jungkook heard the cheerful voice and soon after he saw the other bowing down at him.

"Oh my... It's ok. Why are you---"

Jungkook was cut off when the small bulbs hanging around the area got lightened up one after another engulfing the darkness so as the person in front of him lifted his head and flashed the brightest boxy smile.

Never in his life ever thought that the darkness of the night sky could be lightened up eventhough there were endless tubelights. But it did succeeded to brighten up the area. And that light let him see that smile, which was even more brighter than thousands of lights.

Wondered if that smile could light up the darkness of his life...

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