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Chapter 3: Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook POV: I just got home after a long chase from the police. Being home didn't feel safe like others feel when they're home.

Shattering glass, banging on the walls, and sometimes groans and moaning. Where I live was no happiness.

Everyone was always in a bad mood, or just had a F*ck and Suck relationship. No one actually loved each other.

I sigh as I wanted to sleep some more cuz It was only 22:00 AM, but I couldn't because of my father.

Another bottle, another scream, another moan, another day like this. It makes me feel uncomfortable. I can't even go to a school, I even have to live on the streets sometimes.

I sigh. I decide to just continue sleeping, hoping it'll distract me from all the sounds and thoughts.

~The next morning~

"WAKE UP JUANCOCK!" I immediately woke up, hearing these word being yelled into my ear. It made me shiver. It sounded a little raspy and smelled like alcohol and smoke.

The said man scoffed and slapped my face. "Useless sh*t. Who needs you anyway." He walks out of my room and went to his own. I roll my eyes on him.

Even though he can make me so depressed, I can't waste my life to be thrown away by him and also he's still my father.

Only since my brother left for collage, I felt very lonely. He once won a lottery and had enough money to go live on his own.

He still visited me sometimes. I miss him. I was sad thinking about him, so I grabbed my stuffie and tightly hugged it. I got this stuffie from my brother when I was five.

He gave it to me on my fifth birthday. He made it by himself and inside of it is a picture of us two when we were younger.

Even then, my father was like this. It's pretty sad thinking about it, also to remind myself that I never really got to meet my mother back then. I only saw her once or twice a year.

I don't want to remember the last time I saw her. I got a trauma after my father got so mad at me, he almost killed me.

He even almost killed my mum after she saved me, the scene keeps reappearing in my nightmares since I was only four years old when it happened.

I checked my clock, 05:00 AM it said. I got out of bed and did my routine. I pick out some ingredients and a coke from the fridge in my room. I own a small kitchen in my room. Pretty useful.

With this I don't have to go downstairs to eat, and then hear all the complaining of my father.

I made myself some ramyun and warmed up some rice. After the water was boiling I added it to the cup. I then put the kimchi in a little bowl.

After the food was prepared, I took my chopsticks and began to eat. After finishing my food I started to pack my backpack. I put in clothes, food, water, vitamin medicine, thermos with hot water, bathroom goods, (Toothbrush, toilette paper, deodorant, soap etc).

I heard my father groaning from inside his room. Probably from the alcohol from yesterday. I carefully close the zipper of my bag and climb through my window. Disappointedly I was stopped with my door being kicked in.

"Hey, Kooboo, where the f*ck are you think you are going?"

"Nowhere dad, nowhere."

He grabs a vibrater from behind his back, smirking as he waves it around.

Suddenly, a mew disturbed the tension. "D-dad, what's in that room?" I ask. "It's nothing Kook, just the TV," my father answered harshly.

I didn't care and walked past him and saw my fathers girlfriend suffocating a poor innocent little kitten. "GAYEON WHAT ARE YOU DOING! Leave the kitten alone!" I yelled at her.