THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND CONTENT THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE OR INAPPROPRIATE,
VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
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"yah jungkook-ah!!! get the fuck up from that table once and stop playing games all the goddamn time!!" his father screamed at him totally annoyed seeing him on the chair with the gaming set-up for hours everyday.
jungkook looked back at his father, staring emotionlessly, he asked "for what?"
"how dare you talk back to your father you little punk!" he yelled stepping forward towards jungkook, about to slap him.
"no more abuse, alright motherfucker?" jungkook gritted his teeth while holding his father's wrist tightly, making it go almost red.
fuck fuck fuck fuck jungkook what the fuck you're so fucked now bitch you're gonna be homeless-
just as jungkook was talking to himself mentally, he was thrown harshly towards the wall hitting his back real bad.
even jungkook didn't know where that energy came from since he's very scared of his father.
"aahh!!! ohh shhiittt!!!! d-dad it hurts so much, aaahhhhh!!!!!" jungkook cried in pain lying down on the floor covering his head sometimes and stomach while his dad hit him with the baseball bat and kick him in the stomach.
"you worthless bitch, that's what you deserve for talking back like that to your elder" his father screamed in anger, still physically abusing him.
while all of this was happening, his brother just watched the two with pain in his eyes.
"yah alright, that's enough" the guy who was watching all of this standing on the doorstep of jungkook's bedroom said, shifting his glasses upwards on his nose.
he walked towards his dad, trying to take baseball bat from his hand, "dad, get a hold of yourself for fuck's sake"
"where's the fucking manners, you manwhore?"
his dad asked, stopping everything to turn back and face the older son.
"i could ask you the same question you know..now get the fuck out of jungkook's room"
he said glaring at his dad.
meanwhile, jungkook was on floor silently letting his tears fall, staring into the ceiling holding his tummy from both of his hands, he felt nauseous.
mr.jeon threw the bat away, glaring at both of his son, he left the room muttering some cuss words under his breathe.
"w-wonu hyung.." jungkook called out, his voice breaking.
"yes?"
"p-please kill m-me..i can't live..i d-dont want t-to live anymore..hyung p-please" jungkook pleaded while crying, still on the floor with same position as before.
"no." his hyung replied coldly.
then he continued, "you have to see alot of beautiful things, you are seventeen right now so soon you will be eighteen, then you'll be able to move out from this house and i will move with you too, the only reason i'm in this house is because of you, i don't earn much enough to pay both of our bills jungkook-ah, but trust me that one day we'll be both happy and at ease. keep fighting, we'll make it together, okay?" his hyung said with a little hint of sadness.
jungkook just cried silently at hearing this.
"n-no i wanna g-go to mumma" he kept crying.
their mom committed suicide four years ago, because of mr.jeon's mental and physical abuse.
