"Isn't it sad when you get hurt so much that you finally say 'I'M USED TO IT'"

*Warning* The following fanfic is the first fanfic I wrote that expresses suicide and relatable events but this is fiction and is to not be taken seriously*​

This is also in Jungkook's POV ;3 *CURSING, LOTS OF IT*

Chapter 1 ​​

​"You got to be kidding me," I mumble under my breath as I walk onto my new campus. Great. New life and I have to socialize with these idiots. They act like I'm just an easy-going freshman who do anything to be popular. Ha. The campus quad had a huge cherry blossom tree that the petals fall so peacefully. The bell hasn't even rang yet. I wonder what time it is. I look at my phone. 4am. Damn it.   ​No one wasn't even awake. Wow, what a great life with no friends. Heh. I'm just going to walk until I reach to the office, but then I kind of want to just runaway from here. So, let's just say my life was pretty much boring and practical like me as a person. My mom works at Busan, being a single mother of two siblings. My older brother about three months ago ran off with his girlfriend. Leaving me all alone in my new life of being an adult. At highschool, everyone was fake and if you don't act a certain way or is talented, you will be isolated. I don't have any friends because of my lonely aura.   I get my hopes thinking people I call my friends would at least have the audacity to hang out or break down my barriers. I hadn't met anyone like that which . All I met was people who hang with me because of my reputation. I told myself since when did I ever even had a reputation? I shake my head in annoyance. God. These thoughts are making me tired. And where's the damn office so I get schedule for my classes. I'm surprised I'm not a dropout. I walk into an empty hallway, heading towards the office.     It was so quiet and I love this silence so much right now. Just imagine school hallways empty and peaceful unlike having thousands of kids walking everywhere. I twist the knob of the door slowly as I walk in, the lights were on? There on the seat was a boy with soft brown hair and plump lips. His skin looks so soft and silky. His glasses seem to be slanted to the left. He softly smiles as he turns over, still sleeping. That was cute. Hold up. What in the actual . . .f--     "Hmm?" his eyes squints at me as cutely rub his eyes. The dude eyes shot up wide open with a shock expression. "H-how long have you been here?" His cheeks were visibly red as I smirk. "Well. I just got here and