For Each Other ~ Prologue [Members: Namjoon & Jungkook]
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I love fandom pages, Bangtansonyeondan, and writing and so this page was created. This here is a story I’ve been meaning to write for a while and I guess if I don’t start today then when.
But please be patient with me as updating might be slow since I get stumped a lot and if you are a writer yourself I’m open to advice and feedback. I’m an amateur after all!
I’m also open to collaborating and sharing this account too, just as long everything you’re doing is discussed (teamwork obviously) and yea that's it. If you want to get to know me just message and I’m happy to talk about whatever.
So let’s get the story started.
[WARNING: These events may trigger and there is use of course language]
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‘A bed of roses’ was an understatement for the simplistic bliss I felt just laying here, in the wispy grass that licked at my bare, slender arms. When I slept and for how long, I did not know. But it didn’t matter now that freedom is firmly within our grasp. The broken sunlight that speckled the mighty canopy of this seemingly enchanted forest contrasted perfectly with the euphoric atmosphere. Almost as if this was a setting straight out of a fairytale. My blissful state disappeared as I remembered...
Fairytales aren’t real…
Bliss indicated ignorance, and even though the ignorance of a child symbolizes innocence, I do not have that luxury. I do not experience what other children do. I am very different. Other children received love from their parents and a supportive family for all their accomplishments. I received a beating and chastise for all the breath I take. Against all desire, I unwillingly rose up into a sitting position and jerked my head to see that Joonie Oppa was still fast asleep. I left him to rest more considering he took a harder beating than me again. He always took a harder beating than me.
In the moments of our father’s raging, clenched fists, Oppa would lock me tightly against his chest, protected behind his massive arms and it was him that would take the hits. It was a routine. Our drunken mum, our abusive dad, our cries and pleads. It seemed never-ending and I had long ago accepted that I was to live the rest of my life like this. In fear and in pain.
That was until that night.
Memories of the terrifying night before our desperate escape blossomed behind my closed, fearful eyes. I have seen more blood, tears, and nightmares than a 15-year-old should’ve ever seen at that moment before dawn.
In a completely out of sync rhythm, my heart fastened whilst time slowed as I recalled what had happened that fearful night
_________ flashback _________
Oppa and I sat quietly at the low-lying wooden table, heads looking down in fear.
Our parents threw fits of anger, sighs of exasperation, screams of frustration and food at each other.
“These bills won’t be so f*cking hard to pay if you’d stop drinking alcohol b*tch!”
“Don’t you dare blame me! This is all because of that failed business you tried to start! Look at that pile over there!” Our mother seethed, pointing to the pile of teared-open envelopes by the door, “That’s all the f*cking debts we still have to pay because of that sh*tty idea you had!”
“Drinking isn’t going to make it better dumb b*tch! F*cking gambling and expensive alcohol is what’s killing us right now”
“You’re a coward! Can’t even admit that you’re wrong! That you did this! That it’s all your fault! That you’re not even a f*cking man anymore you sack of old sh*t”
“STUPID B*TCH!!!” our father bellowed before jerking his hand at our mother’s cheek.
A sharp crisp echoed through the air, followed by a bone-chilling silence.
Joonie Oppa and I froze. Eyes widening, breath hitching.
Dad always hits us. But never mum...
The silence was broken by shaky exhales, “You asshole... I’m done. I can’t handle the kids and I don’t love you. I hate this apartment, the food, the clothes and this goddamn life! I didn’t want any of this! I’m DONE”
Mum pushed past dad and bolted out the door. Footsteps of running and screaming became distant with every passing second. The door left agape swung gently with the wind.
Dad strolled over and closed it. A sigh escaped his lips. The silence was deafening and even more so as tension seeped into the room.
I clenched my fist so hard my knuckles went white. My heart was pounding. I was terrified of what was to come next. Joonie Oppa gently placed a hand on top of mine, easing my emotions a little.
Dad turned around. Anger, hatred, and death in his eyes.
“It’s all because of you little sh*ts!”
He stormed towards us. Joonie Oppa jumped and enveloped me in a hug. I shut my eyes and screamed in fear.
Dad punched and kicked. Joonie Oppa grunted as his ribs, thighs, head, and back took blow after blow.
I pleaded for it to stop. “Dad please!”
The blows stopped. I opened my eyes to see dad stomp into the kitchen.
What was happening? Why does this feel different?
I looked at Joonie Oppa to see the confusion in his eyes.
Dad came back...brandishing a knife.
Swiftly Joonie Oppa threw me towards the bedrooms. “Run dongsaeng-ah! RUN IN AND LOCK THE DOOR!”
Joonie Oppa jumped onto dad wrestling the knife off him.
“I’m going to kill you sh*ts! Done nothing but be a burden! I need you out of MY LIFE!”
Dad threw Joonie Oppa off of him and across the room. Oppa smashed onto the table. Sounds of wood cracked underneath the sudden weight and collapsed into a heap.
Oppa groaned.
Dad darted towards him, knife raised high.
I screamed, red flashing before my eyes. I dived towards Joonie Oppa, hands outstretched.
The knife plunged into my shoulder blades and I hollered in pain. Oppa’s eyes widened. He swiftly hugged me and cried out. The pain was unbearable, through teary eyes I saw Oppa’s panic and anger. He gently placed me aside and charged at Dad screaming.
Oppa tackled dad and he flew against the wall.
Hastily he picked me up bridal style and carried us out the door.
As fast as he could he ran, with me in his arms. I didn’t know where we were going and I’m pretty sure he didn’t either. All I knew that we were just running. Running away. Just to get the hell out of there...
_________flashback ends_________
Inhaling a shaky breath, I tried desperately to keep my composure, but alas it was in vain. The grass beside me rustled gently as Oppa stirred and noticed my trembling shoulders. He enveloped me gently, whispering comforting words. Placing two hands on my shoulders, he caressed it in an attempt to stop my tremor but light enough to not agitate my wound. “Does it still hurt?” Oppa asked moving the hem of my stained shirt, revealing the dried, crimson blood on my bare shoulders. I shook my head faintly, ripping out the grass beside my thin, unfed legs.
“What are we going to do now Oppa?” I choked out between desperately controlled sobs, “we r-ran away from them but we have no-nothing”.
Oppa hissed, “we have hope and each other. We’ll make it somehow. I’ll work and you’ll continue school. We’ll camp on the grasslands here until we find a proper apartment. Things are going to get better dongsaeng-ah, so don’t worry”.
I nodded, calming down,“I could help with the money and work too, instead of school”.
He hissed again, “No! without an education, you’ll end up living the same life our parents did. I’ll support you until you are old enough to support yourself...and me too” he winked whilst swatting away my hands that were rubbing my puffy, red eyes.
All persistent refutation involving the difficulty of providing for both of us and the simplicity of working meager jobs weren’t enough to change his mind on the fact that he’ll happily suffer now for a possible better life for me in the future. I sighed, conceding as I glared at him through big, glassy, hazel eyes. Warmly he smiled, “We got this, hwaiting!”.
Reluctantly I nodded and smiled.
We’re going to get through this. We’re gonna do this for our freedom. For a better future. And most importantly...
For Each Other
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