Summary: A man of plan. Jungkook didn't live a life he didn't design. But when fate decides to take control will he take it back or he will lose his way, like he did when he was 15?
Or
Mafia AU where OC helps her coworker runaway from her mafia fiance and get caught on the process by his men. But when Jungkook finally sees you, anger is not what he feels.
⚜️ Pairing: Mafia Jungkook x Reader
⚜️ Rating: M
⚜️Genre: Mafia, angst, Lil fluff later on, slow-burn, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn.
⚠️ Warnings: Swearing, name-calling, violence, physical abuse, domestic violence, illegal drug dealing, childhood trauma, attempted sexual abuse (I'll ad them as I write, feel free to remind me if I forget something as well)
First thing first, as originally planned, this is not going to be a one shot. I'm sorry (am I?)
And since it's not a oneshot, I am really really not sure when the next part is gonna drop. Again, I'm sorry.
One of the reasons this not being a oneshot is the character development of both Jungkook, mostly the OC. Since it's going to be officially my full blown fic, I really want to play around with her character and I may have quite a few idea. So again I apologize for the delay.
Another thing is that I really don't proofread what I write so it's pretty much the first draft I wrote. So for obvious reasons there will be tons of tons mistakes. So basically how it goes is when I get the chance to re-read the entire thing, I correct the mistake as I go. And English is my second language so if you are looking for finesse, I must warn you, you will be disappointed 😞.
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10:30 am, Trimage, Seongdong-gu, Seoul.
Funny how change of perspective changes the reality of things. He always felt like his apartment building wasted a lot of space for open parking now staring at it from the 38th floor of his apartment building, the space looks impossibly small. Insignificant even. Like his childhood.
Jungkook is staring at his image on the window. He can count the changes in his body that took place through out the years. He can't see the scrawny, malnourished 14 years old boy reflect back at him anymore. Instead he is looking at someone well-built, not buff yet farm, well postured man staring back at him.
A man.
He's not surprised with his transition, far from it. He worked for them, to the point that he's almost proud. He calculated every single change that took place in his life, measured and laid out by him, with precision, patience, and control- impeccable control.
His thoughts are interrupted by a phone call. Looking at the window now, it's starting to fogg up, a tale tale sign of untimely Seoul rain, he can't see his shadow anymore. He reluctantly takes the call, almost dreading it. Although he has been anticipating this call the entire morning, something tells him he's not gonna like what he'll hear and how things roll from there.
"Minho"
"We found her"
"Tae-hee? She is in Korea!?"
"No, but we got a lead. Found the whore who caused this whole riot in the first place. Tae-hee doesn't have the gall to . . . "
"I know what she is capable of and what not, I didn't ask for her resume Minho. Now would you get to the fucking point, what do we know. You are wasting time?" Jungkook cuts him off annoyingly.
"We've been trying to coax stuff out off her since last night, the bitch here won't budge"
"Hold on..." Jungkook can feel the headache forming already. "Are you trying to tell me we had a lead since last night and I am being informed now? In the dead-fucking morning? When I clearly remember giving clear instructions to notify me the instance we have some sort of lead on her whereabouts?"
Minho noticably gulp over the phone, " Bos-ss . . .we were just trying to give you something solid before we pass on the information of having a lead. Thought. . .'
"It would impress me? Well you thought wrong because I can think of at least 10 reasons why I should put a bullet between your eyes. Not working so well for charming the big boss, is it Minho?"
" I-I . . . We'll get you s-something valuable . . ."
"Oh I know you will! If you want live pass to see the next day that is. I'm coming to the camp myself, ping the location to my driver. And Minho?"
"Yes, boss"
"It's Miss Song to you, you disrespectful bastard." Jungkook all but lowly hisses over the phone, calm and collected. But Minho on the other side, nearly soils his pressed slacks, that's the affect he has over the man that works for him. If given the option, they'll probably slit their own throat than facing a pissed of Jungkook and bear the consequences. He's a rational man but he could be very devil when he wants to be.
It has started to rain meanwhile. The rain was a much needed relief to the summer heat in Seoul. Still, Jungkook doesn't like the rain. It reminds him of the uncertainty, things or situations he cannot control. And he absolutely hates it.
Jungkook is also a prideful man, rising from the streets to become the king of underworld and he doesn't like when other people meddle in his business. He hustled the life of a ring fighter, it was his own kind of school for all the illegal business he runs. He learned how to stay invisible even he's standing in front of his opponent. How to make himself small enough to the point they dismiss him till he can take a leap and devour them.
From his fighting days if one thing that he has hold on to till this day is his disciplines. He has a certain rhythm set for things and he prefers to stay attune to them, he likes his control like that. So whenever someone or something tends to disturb it, he's rather ruthless taking care of it. Bloods are shed. Again, he's not unnecessarily violent. Even his violence are measured, calculated. He thinks it gives out the message more effectively.
He's now on his way to meet the intruder that recently caused the disharmony in his otherwise disciplined life. He doesn't even know the name of the person yet. You see Jungkook lays his plans out where he can see them clear as a vision, like scenes unfolding in opera. He designs the prologue himself. Knows how the next scene unfolds, where to draw the climax in and when to drop the curtains. So when did Song Ta-hee become part of that vision? When Jungkook drew and laid out the outline for his next victory.
Jungkook met Tae-hee at a strip club named Tokyo, formerly owned by the Ha-Jongs, given out to Bangtan as a token of appreciation later, more like a courting gift to show that they are willingly to give out part of their territory because they want somewhat of a more permanent alliance.
Song Tae-hee was one of many illegitimate offsprings of the Lord, Ha-Jongs gnarly and ruthless leader Yi Kang-Hwan. Now Ha-Jongs were very proud of their roots, traditional even. Although Tae-hee and her mother never got the legal recognition nor legitimacy through marriage, because it was against their tradition to take more than one wife legally. Kang-hwan still wanted to acknowledge them by making them take the family name. It wasn't an option for discussion, it was a decision. And Yis' don't take so kindly to rejections. It goes beyond saying what it would implicate if one of them to actually reject that decision, it's an direct insult to the Yis' and by default, to the Ha-jongs.
So Tae-hee being the perfect bull-headed daughter of Kang-hwan did the first only thing she could to piss her father off. She declined to take up the family name and ran off to Seoul to become a stripper. As ruthless as the Ha-Jongs were, they weren't uncouth. They were very traditional the way they carried their family, legitimate or not. Everyone associated with the YI's are to abide by their family tradition where woman stays within certain boundaries.
So when Kang-hwan decided to break her mother's heart, she decided to strike back the way she knee, she could.
Jungkook needed to have access to Samcheok port to smuggle his supplies in uninterrupted without constantly thinking of anomalies. The only alternative to that was the northern part of the regime but that's under military supervision.
It's more hustle than he would like handle, not to mention taxing to his resources. Samcheok port falls heavily under the area controlled by the Ha-Jongs, they were the farm believers of, if you control the sea, you control the country. So there's no way to bypass them without brewing unnecessary wars. So Jungkook got creative and decided to write his own verse to the family drama.
And the curtain rises.
"You look seemingly lost with a touch of pissed, Miss" Jungkook lazily drawls, inspecting his surroundings. The club could use a makeover and set of new sound system. His head is pounding. This gets her attention.
"And you look like you got no business being here. What, your stripper dumped your goody two shoes ass for someone more loaded?" Hye-Jin doesn't back down when it comes to snide remarks. Jungkook smiles at that.
"How did you guess? Don't you look like the sympathetic one? What got you in this part of the town? Daddy issues?"
That wipes all the smugness off Hye-Jin's face. Now all she feels is anger brewing in the pit of her stomach.
"Are you one of his dogs? Did my pathetic excuse of a father send you sniffing around me? Well you can go ahead tell him he can't do shit in this side of the town and he can fuck himself. Bangtan pulls all the shit here now."
"Now that's no way to talk about your own father, is it Princess?" she scoffs at the nickname.
"You don't know shit about him so if you wanna go lick his boots, go kill some mutts for him or fondle one of his whores so she can put on some good words for you." At this point Jungkook has seemingly grown bored of the conversation. Same old, same old. She's wasting time.
"Look,I get the anger, really. Mine was a bastard too. So what if I tell you I have a plan that will do a lot more than pissing of "Pathetic excuse of a father" of yours and doesn't involve getting strangers tongue getting shoved down your throat and flashing your assets to sweaty, deprived old man every night."
Hye-Jin contemplates the offer for a second before dismissing him, "As much charming as you are, I don't trust you. For all I know, you could be a trap and I don't plan to get fucked both ways soon. So unless you want a lap dance, I suggest you haul ass. Therapy's over, you are wasting business hours."
Jungkook looks down and chuckles at this," You know, for a girl who looks this elegant, you sure have a foul mouth. When I first heard you were in ballet and this close to become a Prima Ballerina, I thought there must be a strong reason as to why you decided to throw that away and chose to live the life that you are living. Now that I've met you I know why." Hye-Jin's mouth hangs open at that. Who exactly was he? Even her father didn't know that.
"And what is that? Not that I care about your opinion." She tries to wash down her nervousness with feint arrogance.
"Because you are outright stupid, Hye-Jin, is why. Anyway, now that you have wasted my time, I will see myself out. If that dead brain of yours miraculously starts working and you change your mind, give me a call. As you said, we are losing business hours." Jungkook carelessly threw his business card on the bar and walked away. Hye-Jin looks perplexed for a minute and contemplates her options. The pay was generous and she didn't have todo anything that was forced but this isn't remotely the life she wanted for herself. "Fuck it!" She groans and picks up the card and her eyes shot open. "Jeon Jungkook . . ." The new owner off Tokyo, the one who took over this club shortly after she become a stripper here. Intrigued is a understatement, she needs to know what is going on.
So when Jungkook's phone went of that night and he saw her number, he already knew he won. From there, the announcement, the engagement went pretty fast. What Hye-Jin was getting out of this? The satisfaction to watch the Ha-Jongs and her father come crumbling down as Jungkook laid out his plan to dismantle them from the inside out. What irked her though the plan required her to play the good daughter and a perfect fiance to Jeon Jungkook.
The later part was a lot bearable though. Jungkook was not ill-spoken like her father, in fact they barely talked. But he made sure she was well taken care off, respected and safe. She didn't mind the occasional intimacy as well in fact it was better than what she had in the past. He was a gentle lover, complied with her needs and at the same time could be rough when she wanted him to. He let her take the charge of her pleasure and he took care of her after they were done. Cleaning her, tucking her under the sheets, making sure she gets a warm bath drawn the next day and the breakfast delivered to her bed. She rarely met someone who cared about such small details without being explicit about it. And that led her to make her first mistake.
She became emotionally drawn to Jungkook. She started to crave more. But when she started to understand this strictly business for Jungkook and this is as far as she gets, it broke her.
She retorted her old ways to get the attention she craved from him. So when she declared she is going to work as a barista to the cafe she was recently frequenting just to spite him and he just nodded, not paying her attention she decided to deliver her final blow.
"I want to call off the engagement"
At this, Jungkook throws her a brief, almost a bored look. He dives back to his paperwork, "Back being a brat, aren't we?" Jungkook chuckles, sipping his coffee, "It's amusing how you think it's up to you to decide what you can bring to this arrangement we have and what not"
He puts down his mug and throws her one final look, "So, no Princess, you are not calling off the engagement. Your car will be ready in 15 min to take you to the cafe. Wouldn't wanna be late in your first day of work, would we?" At this Jungkook walks out of the study the close the door behind him.
Hye-Jin doesn't know what made the first drop of tear rolled down her cheeks, was it the frustration of being denied what she longed for or the anger towards the man she held some sort of adoration who didn't even take a minute to reduce her down to nothing. No, she didn't love Jungkook, but she could, she wanted to. Now she can't seem to even breathe around him.
Hye-Jin slowly came to terms with her situation, accepting it even. She would daily remind herself why was she here. There was no point in hiding, running, this was her life now. That Jungkook won once again, how his plans were flawless. Everything was on track, just how he painted.
Funny how sometimes a small shift can throw a wrench to a perfectly engineered plan and everything comes toppling down due to that one measley change. Jeon Jungkook's designed his plan to be precise, flawless and infallible but he did not plan for one thing.
It both warms my heart and surprises me when people read the broken record I had put out in the past and likes it so sending you virtual smoochies 😭🥰😘
And to answer your question, I honestly don't know. My inspiration to write came from all the amazing stuff I used to read from the talent writers I used to follow. Most of stopped updating in the recent years so it kinda got lost in transition. I had a draft stashed somewhere, I don't even remember where now. Maybe I'll pick up and see where we were at this weekend and go from there.
Also I want to keep Saudade ( if I ever finish it) in the edge of a sad- happy storyline so there won't be any details to it if there's any hint of smut. And trust me, you don't want me to write Smuts. It's gonna be a lethal mixture of awkward broth resulting in cringe vomit💀
Okay, listen. Let me quickly get this out so I I don't forget later.
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- Hey, Jungkook?
- Yes?
- Would you like to go out on a date with me?
- Yes
- I know you probably hear that a lot and you can walk away . . .
- Y/N, you are rambling. And I already said yes.
- You did?
- For the 3rd time today, yes.
- So it's a date then? You are not lying?
- I would never lie to you. It's a date, I promise.
Jungkook, your crush turned highschool sweetheart. You finally had the courage to ask him out after homecoming and to your surprise he agrees. So you take him out on a date.
You should be a nervous wreck, grappling for anything that would impress this boy but somehow it's the other way around. Usually the calm and collected guy who you pretty sure will pull through with a straight face even when the entire world is collapsing, is now fidgeting. His feet is tapping in a non-stop rhythm on the hard floor announcing how unapologetically nervous he is. He is doing mental math on what ratio he should mix the drinks so you like it, whispering to himself, is this enough? How cold you want it? Not really asking you a question, more to himself.
And you are there, in awe staring at him with all the love in the universe. You let out a tiny whisper of "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" and immediately regret it, embarrassment quickly engulfing you, praying to the universe he didn't hear it because you sound so desperate right now. It's just your first date.
But he did, the way his breathe hitches for a second, you didn't know it, you didn't notice, too busy wallowing in self-pity, he heard every single word you let out. He didn't react or say anything, quickly masking his emotions under a face of nonchalant.
But that day he promised something to himself, something that was equal part passionate and terrifying.
Fast forward to this day.
You are sitting at the same bar, in the same booth. The dim light, soft music, you can swear the drink that swirling in front of you, it's the same one from 8 years back. It's just you who is out of place.
Your knees are shaking, liner running down your cheeks, taste bitter and salty mixed with your tears. The butterflies that you felt in your stomach 8years ago, sitting here, today they feel more like thousands micro knots twisting in your gut, ready to snap any moment. And sitting in front of you, the man you thought you'd marry, the one that slipped through your fingers like sand, years ago and you let it because you had no intentions of holding on to it.
You are avoiding direct eye contact with him, only looking when he is not, doing everything you can because you don't know if you will be able to handle what you will see. So you are picking every single miniscule details about him you can in order to do so, no matter how insignificant. He looks more mature now, all the baby fat gone, so is the wonder in his quite eyes that used tell everything his silence and cold demeanor would hide.
He is folding his sleeves, tucking it in, an attempt to hide the scarlet in it's edge. You can still see some stray splatters coloring his otherwise pristine white shirt, not that he is bothered much about it. He is humming as his eyes squint in concentration, a habit you used to find very endearing back in the days. And you remember the song, it's the same one from the first date you had here with him.
Then he looks at you, like really looks at you probably for the first time after your encounter with him after all these years. 6 years to be exact. His eyes are cold, like they used to be. The only difference is there used to be tranquility in them, now they look like they are caging swirls of storms behind them, ready to destroy everything in it's peripheral.
"Never fall in love . . . hm hm hm hmmm . . . " His humming suddenly stops, sleeves neatly folded and tucked in. And then he leans in and whispers -
"I thought you said you'd never fall unless it's me you fall into?"
"You know what happens when people lie to me love, don't you?"
At this, you do exactly what you've been avoiding doing all night, the mistake of looking directly in his eyes. And a blood curdling scream leaves your mouth, something you didn't know you were holding. . . .
NB: is it going to be another plot that I might never finish writing?
- Probably?
Am I opposed to someone else writing and finishing it?
Does it make me a bad person if I say I miss If I Can Never Give You Peace so much that I can't concentrate on any of the fics I have been reading?
:(
Oh gosh no, it does make me very sorry for not having put out anything about it in ages 😭 I'm hard stuck on everything I'm working on and I don't know what to do about it. I have like, 2k of the chapter written and I think it's not very good but at least it's something. So here's a little snippet of that if you're interested?
(for context because they mention a smell, OC throws out flowers sent by Anna to jk and uses air freshener to get rid of the smell, so jk is talking about the artificial smell. also jungkook is moving into a new office.)
“You’re here early, Mr. Jeon,” you say with a polite nod of your head. He’s standing in the doorway, black hair falling in soft curls to frame his face and underline that perfect jaw of his. A scowl twists his mouth, no doubt due to the smell he was mentioning. “There was a strange smell in here,” you say flatly, without batting an eye. Not lying but not quite telling the truth either. “I assumed you would rather avoid that in your office.”
He doesn’t question what you say — why would he? — and just lets out an annoyed groan. You’re starting to suspect that it’s just your voice that gets on his nerves.
“I suppose this doesn’t look too bad,” he comments, observing the room.
“This should only be temporary,” you tell him. “If everything goes well, you should be able to have your own floor.”
‘If everything goes well’ sure carries a lot of weight here. If he makes it through the next day. If he’s not horrifically murdered in the next few months.
If you don’t fuck up.
“I don’t know if I like this,” Jungkook comments, and there’s something in his tone that makes you look at him. He’s not really saying this to you, expecting you to react to this information. He’s just— saying it. Sharing his thoughts with you. It throws you off more than you would like to admit. “I’m not going to be running things from behind a desk.”
You bite your tongue, force yourself to think about what you want to say.
“Then think of this as being about your image, Mr. Jeon,” you say. “Ideally, I would prefer if you worked from here, at least until things settle down but,” you keep going, expecting his anger, “I would understand if you didn’t. Still, this place should be safe.” And you add, somewhat self-consciously. “I upped the security.”
He seems puzzled, and then an amused — somewhat mocking, but mostly amused — grin forms on his face.
“As long as you have some hybrids on the team, no one should be able to do what we did.”
You nod politely. You’d thought something along those lines.
“We will ensure that we do.”
“Frankly, even we didn’t think it would be that easy to take you on,” Jungkook adds, burying his hands in his pockets and taking a step towards you. The grin’s still dancing on his lips, and you stare. Is he trying to get a rise out of you?
I hope your side of the pillow never gets too cold/hot (however you prefer it) and you don't have to wake up at night to flip it, I hope you never have to wait in line to get your morning coffee aaand and your cookies have extra chocolate chip in it and the biggest in the lot falls in your plate. I hope your professor/boss is always in a good Mood whenever they call you in the office and they doze of and miss the part where you made a mistake in your report. I really really hope the people who annoys you gets their socks wet when they are about to go to sleep and their neighbors dogs poos in their lawn.
other info/warning art major!jungkook, art major!braniac!(fem)reader, strangers-to-friends-lovers, HEAVY ANGST, mentions of past abuse, reader’s father is a piece of shit, mother is so far deep into his mind games she turns on the reader rather suddenly, mentions of death if you squint - but only once, fluff if you clean your screen enough teehee, SLOW BURN, angsty. like. REALLY angsty. swearing lol sorry, ABANDONMENT ISSUES, reader gets hospitalized at the end, smut(reader grows up as the story progresses i.e: timeskip), fluff, and humor in future chapters. minors dni. please do not read this if you feel it could upset you in any way, shape, or form.
word count: 1.5k+ :)
originally posted: 03. 30. 2022 (repost from my past blog @/moonixverse)
next update: tba </3 i struggle with my health, but i’m gonna be trying my best!! :(
|| P. 1 ||
You’re making it a point to not blame her. Your mother didn’t want to kick you out, well, not directly. But he sure did. You’re not what he wanted, what he planned. Your father wanted a son, not a daughter. An athlete, not a scholarly artist. He didn’t want a chronically ill kid that only wanted to make her parents proud. He wanted a son that was a carbon copy of himself.
In other words; your father is a narcissistic bastard who will never be satisfied if he doesn’t always get what he wants. So to stay satisfied, he kicked his thirteen year old kid out of the house and onto the busy streets of Seoul.
The thing is, if it were solely up to your mother, you wouldn’t be on the streets. You’d probably be on your bed right now, studying the notes you took during your college level lecture in order to prepare for the upcoming art theory quiz. But instead you’re setting up a small area in between the library and your favorite cafe that’s across the street from the uni that you attend daily. One would think that the fact that their thirteen year old is attending uni rather than middle school like the rest of their peers, is something that should be acknowledged and be minorly proud of.
But you’ve never known the “nice” version of your dad, only the cold and hateful man that he is today. He’s so calloused that he went and threatened to walk out of his marital promise to your mother if she didn’t approve of you being evicted from the only form of life you’ve ever known. So, with tears streaming down her pale and perfect face, she packed all of your things. Which is hardly anything other than books, art supplies, and your childhood treasure : a purple stuffed bunny that you’ve cherished since you were in diapers. It’s your comfort item, outside of your mother. But sadly, she is unavailable to your basic needs.
Which is how you found yourself 2 days later, shivering while the freezing rain is unforgiving under your shivering figure that is curled up in the corner of the spot in the alley you chose to reside in. Sniffling now and then, trying to bundle up but it doesn’t work out quite right due to your blankets, clothes, and shoes being drenched in the cold water. Soon enough you find yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, body nearly completely numb from the less than ideal comfort level of temperature.
Now you’re wondering to yourself as your eyelids are getting heavy again, if this is hypothermia. In particular, you’re wondering if this is how you’ll die, and if it is you’re not one hundred percent against letting it take you. What else do you have to lose? This spot in the alley? The clothes on your back, and the two extra outfits packed away in your backpack? You basically have nothing to lose at this point, no thanks to him.
There’s actually an English lecture going on today. An important one at that, a big exam, the last one before the next semester begins, right about now you would be plopping down in the seat that you chose the first day that you were selected for this class. It really seems like that was something that recently occurred, when in reality it actually happened last semester ; the first semester of uni.
The first page of the seemingly never ending chapter of your very early life. Then again, no one really expected a 13 year old girl with your history to have already graduated from high school, let alone almost finished with her first year of university. But, here you are, not exactly thriving in all aspects of life, mainly just your academics. Unless having one (1) friend outside of lectures counts as a good thing. Although if it weren’t for the lectures you wouldn’t have met Jiya, or unnie, which is what you refer to the older girl as. It was almost comical, the way you two met. She’s a student teacher, one for the lecture you should be in right now. Technically, Jiya is there to help you and your peers when necessary, and to be fair that’s how it was for about a day. Then she noticed that you mostly kept to yourself and was curious as to why someone so academically and artistically talented as you wouldn’t want to have any friends.
Now at first you made sure that the conversations with Jiya were strictly school related, but then she continued to talk with you. Disguising your feelings quickly became too hard around her, solely because she’s the type of person that can read others like an open book. Soon enough you were hanging out with her outside of lectures, laughing and talking about everything and nothing at all hours of the day and night. She even came over to your house a couple times, albeit it was only when your parents weren’t home, you didn’t need to loop her into the train wreck that is your life.
So to say that you were shocked when she showed up unannounced the one day that you had been absent, due to wanting to hide the fresh blackeye you were sporting thanks to your dad, was a major understatement. The look of shock that quickly turned into concern, and then anger that flashed across your unnie’s face was one that you had gone through great lengths to avoid seeing. You’ll never forget the way that she screamed at the man who had created the shiner that was darkening by the minute, or how she packed you a bag and kept you at her apartment until your mom cried over the phone for you to come home. Which you did, only to be met with your mom apologizing profusely, spewing the same line you hear every time he gets physical with you.
That he didn’t mean it.
That he loves you.
But you know she’s just trying to keep the peace in the household, especially now that Jiya is aware of what happens behind closed doors. You also knew she was trying to convince herself instead of you, so you did what you always do, you hugged her and said it was okay. That it was already forgotten, when in reality it just went into the seemingly endless file of incidents that are identical or sometimes worse. They never get less painful, he always makes it count.
You begged Jiya not to report what had happened, and what has happened in the past to the police. You couldn’t do that to your mom, she didn’t deserve to be alone and without support because of a few bruises. She deserved better than that, you would rather suffer in silence and escape to your unnie’s apartment when necessary than leave your mother stranded. No matter how much it hurts for her to choose him over you, just thinking about screwing her over hurts much worse than any physical harm that he could cause you to go through. But maybe that’s because you’ve grown used to his abusive tendencies over the years, which is a sad thing considering you’re not even halfway through your adolescence.
A weak and airy sound is all you can muster up for a laugh. The cold is starting to really overtake you as you lay there, reminiscing on good (if you can even classify them as that) memories from the past. Sniffling as a particularly harsh gust of wind blows over you, a small whimper-like sound escaping as the ache in your joints sends jolts on pain throughout your body.
All you can do is close your eyes again, hoping that you’ll be able to drift off into some much needed sleep. But you can tell it won’t be much sleep, but more slipping into unconsciousness until your body has a chance to warm up again.
As you feel yourself slowly slipping, a soft yet panicked male voice is all you remember, accompanied by a warm hand shaking you slowly.
“ca. . ou. . he. . ar … me?”
You could. But you were much too weak to respond, and then you were completely unconscious, the comforting feeling taking over you.
Meanwhile at the university a certain student teacher was sitting in the seat beside yours, wondering why on earth you could be late today out of all days. Jiya woke up with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, but assumed it was due to lack of sleep and her typical feelings of anxiety.
But that changed once the lecture was halfway through, she decided to finally excuse herself and make her way to the front office to see if they had heard anything, and she was hoping that it was just a weird day. What the young woman didn’t expect was to hear what the dean’s secretary had to say, it was almost as if time slowed down.
“Oh, Miss Y/L/N? Seoul regional hospital for children called. She was admitted this morning, poor thing.”
Jiya could swear that she has never run out of a building so fast until now.
“I’m coming, baby girl, just hang in there for a little bit longer. Unnie’s got you.”
