Jungkook leaned against the wall outside the school's front entrance, his arms crossed, a sly smirk creeping onto his lips as he watched a group of younger students shuffle by, their eyes downcast and fingers fidgeting with their backpacks. They recognized him and hurried away, like frightened mice scurrying from a hawk. They didn’t know him, not really. Not the boy beneath the facade, twisted and roughened by his past

At eighteen, Jungkook was the king of his concrete jungle, where every looked-up face was a canvas for his games and every timid heart, a target. His reputation as the school's bully was legendary. Teachers, too, were not exempt from his mockery; his need for control extended to every corner of the school's hierarchy, a way of coping with the chaos that spun his world out of control

He thought of his mother, Sushmita, a stunning young woman trapped in the body of a girl. At thirty, she had the innocence of youth, her long hair framing a delicate face that was free of the burdens that clung to Jungkook like shadows. She was not just his mother; she was a constant reminder of the family he had lost. When his father abandoned them, leaving behind only echoes and an empty bottle, the only thing left was Sushmita. Everyone thought they were siblings; the resemblance was striking, but Jungkook wore the heaviness of responsibility like armor

Jungkook: he enter slowly at home he come from school after done exam he notice His mom is sleeping on couch he slowly started walking away because he is hiding test paper he got zero