I let my handsome yawn escape my handsome mouth as I lazily looked out the window. It was morning and the sun seemed against me of all people. It was as if it was arguing it were hotter then me. Me. Ha. I was Jeon Jungkook. Future mafia billionaire. Playboy. Handsome as hell. The man. The myth. The legend. The sexie-

"Sir we have arrived." 

I shook myself out of my thoughts and sighed exasperated while swinging open  the door of my limo. I was pleased to not hear one squeak or creak. Good. "Thanks. Some bodies need to be cleaned up in the basement by the way. Get it done before I come back from school, I don't think I'll be in a good mood when I come back." 

I saw a flash of the shined glass mirror as he adjusted it and replied with "The bodies will be gone before school ends sir. "

Such a helpful man. I should offer him a raise.

As I straightened myself outside of the car now speeding away, I ran a hand through my messy hair and stared past the screaming mob of girls, towards to school that would never help me whatsoever in life.

Today I decided to wear a white shirt, a black beanie hat, and tight jeans (hehe...). Because honestly no matter what I wear I'll look handsome right? 

A/N: Yes you will.

Jungkook: YAH A/N Let me narrate the story!

A/N: Humph. Meanie. Y/N narrates better.

Jungkook: Y/N? Who's that?

Jungkook: A/N?

Sigh annnnd she was gone. Great. Oh well.

"OPPA I LOVE YOU!"

"IDIOTS HE LOVES MOI!"

"DID YOU KNOW HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND?! AND IT'S ME!"

"GO TO A HOSPITAL, YOU NEED YOUR BRAIN CHECKED! HE LOVES ME!"

I chuckled. Girls. So dumb. Never honestly understood the point of them.

*at this point I am raging in anger and murdering my keyboard. RIP THE KEYBOARD.*

I walked into the school and busted down the flimsy door of a random classroom. According to the math I hadn't done, no matter what door I opened first I'm still technically 'in class'. The teacher stared at me. Are you kidding me? A young women as a teacher? REALLY?! I sighed and sent my signature smirk at her. She about nearly fainted and weakly pointed to a chair at the back. 

I made my way to it, ignoring the girls that were staring at me with drool coming out. Oh yes, a chair next to a window. Good. I sat down on the chair and out both my feet onto the top of the desk. And now folks, for my next trick I'll-I stopped. A piece of crumpled up paper had been flicked onto my desk. Clearly it had been thrown onto the girl in front of me since it wouldn't have been able to fall onto my desk without such an angle. I observed the back of her bent head as she was busily writing something down in her notebook without a care in the world. I had to admire her stubborness. It seemed several of these were repeatedly being thrown at her. Curious as to what it was, I opened it up gently and carefully smoothed it out. 

'Go die freak. Ur too ugly for this world and no one will love you.' 

There were several more lines but I had crushed the paper in my hand in absolute anger. My blood was boiling and I was seeing red again. I tried to calm myself, I barely knew this girl why am I angry about her? But I was late and my anger was too much. My breathing became uneven as I clenched and unclenched my fists. Normally this would be used as a calming technique but in my case I imagined the girl who wrote this's head in my hands. I wanted to crush her and make her scream. Then someone put their hand gently on mine and I looked up to see who dared.