It's A Race Against Time

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Three boys. From three different cities. Three different lives. All the same lame-assed problems. All share the same dream. Here goes the race against time. 

Yoongi is from a rich family. He was brought up on discipline, lies and lonliness. He grew to be anti social and a moody git. With a dream to be a rapper and producer in the music industry.

Jungkook is from a medium classed family, he had a roof over his head but not enough to fully support him and his mother. His dream is to dance, sing and rap. 

Taehyung is from a poor family, not enough to feed him or anyone for that matter. He was jumping from house to house. His mother and brother in the drug buisness. 

Jimin dosn't have a family but has enough to support himself, staying anywhere he can and taking any jobs. Even if he is has no one, he is still bright and bubbly. His dream is to dance.

 

What would happen if these three all end up at the same school?

 

Foreword

- Jimin - 

Today was a normal day of the summer break. The flaming red head would wake up, checkout of wherever he was staying anf get a job for a day or two. But right now, he has been working as a mechanic at Namjoon's gas station for a while so maybe this one was permanent. He threw off the scratchy covers and sighed, stretching. He stumbled up and out of his warm bed. He walked into the tiny, unclean bathroom and washed his face. He pulled on a black shirt and his work overalls before fixing his mop under a back cap. This job wasn't so bad and for a normal person it would be tiring but for Jimin, it was a piece of cake. He was basically a small, very small, version of a power station. He flung his door open and practically flew down the stairs. What interesting cars will await him?

- Jungkook -

The early morning sun shone through Jungkook's window, making all the dust floating around his cramped bedroom slightly more visible than normal. The brunette's dream began to fade slightly as he started to slowly wake up from his deep slumber. His eyebrows furrrowed slightly at the light, his eyes fluttered open to reveal his dialated dark brown eyes. Jungkook pushed himself into a sitting position, leaning back on his hands and sighed. Another day ahead of him, exacty the same as yesterday, and no doubt tomorrow would be no different. He pulled on the same ripped jeans and grey shirt he had been wearing for the past few days and ran a hand through his soft hair. He tried to make himself seem as enthusiastic about the day as he could as he made his way downstairs to join his mother, who was busy stressing herself over a new bill that had just come through the post. 

- Yoongi -

A loud knock was heard on the blonde's door. A grunt was the only response. The maid walked it frowning instantly at the young man. The blonde had his hat and head phones on haven fallen asleep at his desk again. She shook her head and coughed. "Sir please dress yourself for your meeting with your parents." She bowed. Yoongi sat up and stared at her with a blank expression. A few seconds passed before he blinked. " off." He mumbled, bringing his head back onto the desk with a thud and slipping back into sleep. The maid scurried out of the angry male's room.

- Taehyung -

A white flash blinded the young male from behind his eyelids as he jolted from his sleep. Taehyung sat up, his face, upper legs and back drenched in cold sweat. His nightmares were getting too out of control, they were driving him insane. He rolled out of the damp, moth-eaten cloths he used as bedding, onto the stone floor and crossed his legs in a sitting position. The familliar smell of cannibis drifted up his nose as he sighed. He highly disliked this way of life, but it was his way of life. He got off the uncomfortable floor and threw on black jeans, black hoodie and leather jacket. He headed out the door, hoping to clear the smell of cannibis from his nose. His destinstion: Seokjin's Cafe, The Feed.

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