DADA [Taekook]

8. Home Sweet Home

Two months later
Jungkook POV

I was finally done with my final exams. Theoretical exams went smoothly while practicals were pretty harsh. The last two months weren't only about preparing for exams though.

Taehyung and I had stopped talking to each other after that confrontation. I didn't have enough mental space to deal with him when academic stresses were weighing too much on my shoulders along with no job in sight.

I wanted to break apart, completely.

I wanted to cry it all out.

But I had no time or space for any of that. So, from the following day onwards, I started looking for jobs in different hospitals. With laptop in one hand and my resume in another, I'd roam around the hospitals of Seoul to find a job for me and my baby.

Most of the hospitals had a positive response to my resume. That's the perk of studying in the best medical college of the country. The process was tough especially because my exams were near, yet I managed to get a well paid job in the city.

The adoption protocols required me to not only have stable finances, but a stable home as well. So I had to tell my parents reluctantly regarding the adoption.

As expected, they were flabbergasted. Huge meltdowns and profanities that could make anybody's ear bleed followed. I held onto the thin layer of patience that was left within me.

Meltdowns ended, but profanities took a bigger and uglier transition. I held myself together for a long time, and focused on studying for my finals. I couldn't risk failing at any cost.

My parents always had a hint that I was interested in boys. They suspected the involvement of some of my friends, including Taehyung. Hence, they won't allow any of the boys at home, although they never showed it in front of anyone, except me.

They labelled me as abnormal. I was taken to a nearby church once because apparantly, they claimed to cure my disease permanently. The eeriness of the rituals was so suffocating that I ran away in the midst of it. 

Later that day, I was slapped by my father and locked in my room as a punishment. "He's brought the curse upon our house!" is all that rings into my ear from that day. My heart could never heal, although they turned absolutely fine in a few weeks as of nothing had ever happened.

My purpose of telling my parents regarding adoption was not to bring Jungsun home, considering the lifelong abuse they had incurred on me. It was only to give them a heads up about one of the biggest decisions of my life.

If a 7 years old kid could move out of the house, I'd have done that for myself a long time ago.

Now, as a 29 year old doctor who's all set to adopt my kid, I was all set to finally move out.

But it was not as easy as I thought it'd be.

With my suitcase and all the important documents in my hand, I was travelling in a public bus to another corner of the city where my family was nowhere in sight.

Cold air of November was hitting my face, drying out my eyes that would well up with tears every now and again. Random songs were playing in my airpods, pushing me further into my pit of agony and despair.