In Springville high school, there was a feeling of joy and love after all valentine’s day was approaching, the hallways were busy with gossip and teenage love shit. There was an optimistic feeling in the air which just made the mood seem even more colorful in a way. A boy with a black hoodie and black jeans was walking into his classroom with his usual emotionless face. He seemed way out of place compared to everyone else, though no one questioned him. Why you might ask well that’s cause he’s always like this.
The said boy was reading his book at the back of the class, his hood was always on. No one at school has actually seen his whole face, just his obnoxiously large glasses and his emotionless eyes. Weirdly at this point no one even questions it. You might wonder, does he get bullied?
Well during his freshman year, he was bullied for his quiet persona, but soon stopped as he never really gave the bullies the reaction they wanted. The day goes like any other, occasionally he gets called on to answer a question. To which he gets up, answers and sits down, that would practically be the majority of his interaction in class. He was labelled the loner kid and of course rumors were spread about him.
Not that it even bothered him, this was nothing compared to the hell , he faced at home. After school, he went to his house to rest before leaving for work. The moment he entered his house, it reeked out alcohol, there was broken wine bottles and ruined furniture .He quickly took off his shoes in a hurry to go to his room before it was too late.
“Where the fuck have you been you little slut” A man’s voice sounded slurred.“ At school, like I am everyday” the boy replied with a cold tone in his voice. “ how dare you talk to your father like that” The boy’s supposed father yelled angrily “ ungrateful little brat”. The boy just kept his head down, this was a routine thing he was used to it. He heard footsteps approaching him, but even after knowing what’s coming he doesn’t move , not even a inch. A sound of broken glass was heard, as blood dripped on the already dirtied floor.“ let that be a lesson, I do so much for you and you still have such an attitude with me” the drunk man mumbled trying to balance himself after being intoxicated with who knows how many bottles.
The boy then bows and mumbles an apology and rushes to his room. He locks the door, and grabs a cloth which already had dry blood on it from the previous times his father has done this. And dabbed it on his bleeding forehead. He stared at the mirror in front of him as he pulled down his hood. A very dashing boy was behind the hood even with thick glasses the boy still had a very appealing appearance even with bruises and burn marks covering his body.
It’s about time, I introduce him properly. This is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook he has been living with his abusive father for three years. Each day , his father’s condition gets worse and worse. Jungkook has grown an immense hatred for his father, he blamed everything that happened to be his father’s fault. Once upon a time, he was the complete opposite of what he is now. He was cheerful, full of energy and an absolute fluff ball.
Until his father cheated on his mom by accident he says. They both had the most heated argument that night his father returned drunk with hickeys covering his neck and lipstick smudges. The fact that angered Jungkook the most was that his father wasn’t even ashamed nor did he apologize instead he was actually angry that his mother never did anything like that. Of course his mother wasn’t just gonna sit and take shit from her husband. It was just a verbal fight until his father got violent and slapped his mom really hard making her stumble back and crash straight into a glass coffee table which cut right through her skin.
Jungkook still remembers his mother cries, and he couldn’t do anything his body was frozen in place as his father grabbed his mother’s hair and smashed against the wooden part of the coffee table until it broke from the force applied on it. By the time the ambulance arrived, it was too late ………… his mom was long died. He doesn’t know what the fuck is going on in his father’s mind but he the next day was crying and blamed Jungkook for not stopping him. Like it wasn’t his fault his wife died, after then stayed home and became the person he is today.
To pay rent, Jungkook had to work many odd jobs ,recently he works at the bar as a bartender. The bar accepted him as he was just enough to be considered legal as he was eighteen. Jungkook was used to the catcalling and the shameless whores he’s met at the club.
Coming to the present, Jungkook started his homework and continued for two hours until he was done. He wore something simple and put on his black hoodie and left for work. It was the same routine but it infuriated him. That his father would make some lazy ass excuse about why he can’t work.
On valentine’s day , the romantic shit was enough put Jungkook in a bad mood the moment he stepped into school. The school had decorations but not to an excessive amount thank god Jungkook thought. The day went like any other plus extra valentine’s day drama that Jungkook really didn’t give a shit about.
That night, he just felt even more angrier than usual, and as soon as he set foot in his house. Like always his father started his drunken questioning but this time when he heard his father’s footsteps approaching he ducked. Just in time too.
“ You bastard, how dare you disobey me.” His father sounded mad. Jungkook on the other hand felt even more angrier.
“ how hell am I disobeying you, huh you have been abusing me for god knows how many fucking days. If anything I’m the stupid fucker whose been trying too hard to please you. Not anymore, from now onwards you fucking starve to death you asshole. I am done trying to somehow fend for us both” Jungkook yelled back at his dad clenching his fist. His eyes darted from the floor to his father who seemed a bit stunned by the sudden outburst but soon collected himself and grabbed Jungkook’s hair harshly.
“ it seems I went too easy on you, you fucking slut” the intoxicated man murmured to himself. The man dragged his son by the hair , Jungkook still had an emotionless face even though he knew what was gonna happen. His father drags him into his bedroom and yells" take off your shirt now, you fucking slut.“ Jungkook just stares back at him, and Jungkook kneels down and grabs a wine bottle instead.
His father at this point was getting irritated ” Do you hear what I was saying, I said-“ his father was interrupted by glass shattering. Jungkook stood up holding the upper part of the broken wine bottle as he slowly approaches his father. Who starts getting a bit nervous, and starting backing away ” Jungkook what are you doing, put the wine bottle down, I said put the fucking bottle down" His father yelled desperately fear becoming evident his voice.
His father gets interrupted during his pleading by sudden laughter. At this point, his father’s back hit the wall behind him. Jungkook used this opportunity and silences his father by bringing the broken bottle up to his father’s neck and just touching it. His father gulps, making his Adam’s apple bob, then Jungkook slowly pulls it away. A moment of relief was short lived as he stabs his father in the stomach. It all happened so fast, the man’s eyes widened feeling the sudden pain in his abdomen.
It caused him to become weaker , Jungkook hits him hard on the head with the exact wine bottle making his father collapse on the floor and back out.
His father wakes up, in a dark room. As his eyes adjust he notices it’s a basement, their house basement. It tries to recollect what had happened previously, he had become more sober and remembered drinking, and………..
Dread and fear instantly hits his body, he tried to move when he realized his arms were tied to something on the ceiling with a thick rope, no matter how hard he pulled it wasn’t coming off. Though his legs were free and was standing on the ground.
His eyes catch something moving in the dark, “ w-whose there” he tried to ask but came out as more of a whisper. Then he sees his son approaching him from the shadows with a sadistic smile on his face seeing his father’s condition. “J-Jungkook I think we should talk-” " about what, you never let me talk when you did this to me, so why should I" Jungkook said. The man felt weak, really weak his forehead had dry blood on it, and his bleeding stomach didn’t help either. The urge to scream and try to break lose had long gone the moment he saw his son. There was no escape and he knew that, still he tried to reason. “ s-son, I know I have done many horrible thi-” “ Shut up, did you just remember now that I’m your goddamn son right now, well too bad I forgot I had a father years ago.” Jungkook’s grin had vanished.
Jungkook brought out his father’s belt.“ Do you remember this” His voice no longer playful like it was earlier had more darker tone replacing it. His father shook his head as no. “ of course you don’t, whipping your son was just an accident like what happened with mom right.” That caused the man to look down he couldn’t even look his son in the eye anymore. The guilt was always there instead of accepting it, he took it out on his son. He was the person who was to blame for everything.
A sharp sound resonated in the dark , musty basement. The sound of leather hitting flesh, it was gruesome yet so satisfying. Jungkook kept on whipping his back, his legs until his clothes ripped and bruises could be seen. That didn’t stop Jungkook why should it, his father never stopped no matter how much he begged or after seeing the amount of bruises he had.
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