Chapter One.

"Nice kid complex, that was my illness. Behind my back they were talking shit, in front of me they acted nice."

Warning: profanity used

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Jungkook's POV

I was awoken by an abrupt stop which caused my tired body to lurch forward. I looked to be met with two sets of eyes staring at me. One filled with disgust, the other filled with dread.

"Are we here already?" I questioned groggily, still hazy from the nap, and also trying not to snap at them from waking me up.

"Yes, now get your bags from the trunk," Said my mom with an annoyed hint to her tone.

Fuck, here already? Gah, I didn't even want to come here. It was all their doing, I thought dryly.

"Yes ma'am," I said as I heaved myself out of the back seat. I grabbed my duffel bag out of the trunk and lazily slung it over my shoulder with a sigh.

"Jungkook, what have I told you about being lazy?" My Father said with a remark disguised as a trick question.

"Sorry sir," I said as I tried my best to hold back an eye roll.

Geez, we're only two seconds in and they're already snapping at me.

"Let's head to the front desk to get your key to the flat," my mother stated as she jumped from toe to toe. Was she excited that I was going to college? No. She just wanted to decorate my room. Was my dad excited that I was going to college? Yes and no. If I got a college degree I can take over the family business.

'Flat' the word rolls off my mother's tongue so easily as if there's no abnormal quality to the word. Typical. It's not that I'm not used to this, though, I just never wanted any of this. Not even this opportunity to enroll in this college.

We arrived at the front office to be greeted by a bright old lady that was practically glowing from excitement. She adorned a smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. I smiled back at her, but my parents held a much more serious, intimidating expression.

"Hello! How may I help you today?" She stated as she folded her hands in her lap.

"Hello, ma'am. My name is Jeon Jungkook, I'm here to collect the key to my flat," I said as I plastered a fake grin on my face. It wasn't genuine, but it was enough to be believable.

"Ah! Jungkook. Room number 403, top floor," she said whilst grabbing a key and holding it out in front of me. I grabbed the metal out from her frail, dainty hands that were covered in wrinkles.

"Thank you," I said with a quick bow.

Damn, top floor. This place better have elevators, your boy IS NOT walking up the stairs every day. Haha, I think the fuck not.

I carried my duffel bag while I was looking down at my feet, avoiding eye contact with anyone. I felt broad shoulders collide with my small body. Shoulders knocked into my own, making me turn and fall before I was able to catch myself.

"Ah, fuck," I said as I rubbed my shoulder. My duffel bag was laying on the floor, it's contents spread across the floor.

"Yah! Don't cuss, not on my Christian Minecraft server." The male said as he flicked my forehead.

I automatically cringe at his random outburst of what you could call, weirdness.

"WHAT THE FU- dge," I corrected myself last minute in fear of being flicked once again by the odd male. The man stood up from the floor, my head followed his face so I slowly kept looking up till he stood straight. The tall man then offered me a hand in which I accepted. I caught a swift glance at my parents, only to be met with ice-cold glares that I became oh so familiar with. My dad the most disapproving of them both. I turned my head away from them, not wanting to look at them any more than what was necessary.

"Sorry," the male said. "You should really watch where you're going, though. By the way, my name is Jin, nice to meet ya'." Jin said as he flashed a smile at me. He talked as if he hasn't been able to speak in that way in years. All the formality I was taught as I was young never seemed to be taught to him, was my first reaction, but the more I think about it, I think it would only make sense if I knew his background.

"Sorry, but nice to meet you too, I'm Jungkook," I said as I smiled lightly.

"We really should be going," my dad's voice boomed over our innocent conversation.

"Um, yeah. B-bye," I said as I waved towards Jin and collected my things off the floor into my bag hurriedly, then standing up while stuttering of fear from hearing my father's voice.

"Um, bye?" He said, seemingly confused by my father's sudden sternness as he walked away. I sighed, mentally, that is. 

After I zipped up my duffle bag and securing it on my shoulder once again, I headed towards where the receptionist told me to go.

I was glad to find elevators in a corridor. My mind started racing with new thoughts, good ones that is.

Ooh, what if my roommate's cute? I thought, squealing a bit at the thought of being greeted by a cute boy, maybe topless, you know, like in the movies.

No one knew I was bisexual, except for my best friend, Min Yoongi. He was coming to the same college as me, but lord knows when he will decide to waltz in here. He was- er- different. You know, ripped skinny jeans, leather jackets, dyed hair. My parents would NOT approve of him, but what they don't know can't hurt 'em.

I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket, signaling that someone has texted me. I pulled out my phone and looked at my lock screen. A notification from none other than Min Yoongi.

Speak of the devil. I chuckled to myself.

Confident gay: WASSUP, FUCKERS?!?!

Jungcock:
Wassup, Yoongs?

Confident gay:
Ya hoe is packin his shit. Bouta leave this dump in a bit, hbu?

Jungcock:
I'm the elevators omw to meh dorm now. YA BISH LOWKEY WISHIN FOR A HOT AF ROOMMATE

Confident gay:
LOWKEY?? BISH, YOU MEAN HIGHKEY, TF.

Jungcock:
SHIITTT, YOU RITE

Confident gay:
Well, ya boi gotta blast

Jungcock:
Bye, bish

I clicked my phone off and walked off the elevator, laughing at how much cringe was in our convo. Was it cringe? Yes. Do I care? No. I look back at my parents to see my dad scowling at me chuckling at my conversation with Yoongi. I don't care anymore, I'm in college now. Far far away from them. Not to be reminded, but those dreams hopefully too.

I walked with a slight bounce in my step. I stood in front of my flat's door, hands shaking slightly. I entered the key and turned until I heard a click. Pushing open the door and looking to my left I saw a messy, dirty bed inside a room, with clothes littered across the floor in an array of a messy pattern.

"Oh god," my mom said as her eyes widened at the sight.

Instead of being greeted by a cute, maybe topless, boy, I was greeted by the stench of dirty socks.

What a wonderful welcoming gift.

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A/n so, this is the first chapter, what do you think? I hope you enjoyed reading😄