SuperB || BTS FF

| Part 19 |

Jeon Jungkook picked up a carrot slice only to drop it back down on his plate. Everything that happened today with Sio was enough for him to lose his appetite for the entire weekend. His parents' words didn't help him feel any better either.

"Don't worry about making the team," he picked up his cup, staring into the liquid and refusing to look at his son. "I already spoke with the coach and you're in."

Mr. Jeon gulped down his soju. The man had been neglecting sleep to work more this year. His eye bags were a permanent feature on his face, along with his sharp nose and almond eyes. He wore a stiff, navy blue business suit with a black tie.

His mother, with softer features, had shared much of her appearance with her son. Round, dark eyes, pale skin, and strawberry heart lips. She had come home straight from work like her husband but changed out of her uncomfortable heels. It was a tiring day for her, so she ordered take-out for dinner.

Jungkook just wished time could pass a little faster. The sooner he went to bed, the sooner he could shake off these bad feelings. Since staring at the clock would do nothing, he picked up a carrot slice and dropped it again.

"I can't eat like this," Mrs. Jeon looked at her exasperated husband, "Will you please tell your son to stop playing with his food?"

Mr. Jeon kept his eyes glued on his food, "Maybe if you weren't lazy and cooked us an actual meal, he'd eat."

"Are you serious right now?" She couldn't believe he was complaining when they were already on rocky water. "You can cook for us, too! It shouldn't always be me cooking meals."

"Cooking is your job as the woman in the house."

Jungkook was unfazed at this point in his life. He didn't flinch when his mother threw her wine glass at the wall while yelling less-than-kind names at his father. Whatever cool Mr. Jeon was keeping went completely out of the window.

This is what he was used to now; his parents yelling at each other and cursing each other to hell and back. His mother wasn't afraid to throw things and his father wasn't afraid to jab right at her insecurities. They were bad people, and even worse when together. It's amazing how they managed to fake being a happy family for so many years.

"I'm going to my sister's," Jungkook's mother announced. She stood abruptly from her spot at the table and walked away; her husband made no effort to stop her.

Jungkook stared at his glass of water until he eventually heard the front door slam.

"If you're not going to eat it then leave it alone," His father stated sternly. He watched Jungkook put down his chopsticks before asking, "...What is it now?"

His question came out as a whisper too quiet for anyone else to hear.

This time he screamed, taking out whatever emotions were bubbling up inside of him, "Huh?! What is it, Jungkook?!"

When he looked up at Mr. Jeon, the man was glaring daggers at him while squeezing his chopsticks in one hand.

"All you do is cause problems for us! You selfish, selfish kid...stop being so weak for once!" he spat. His son was hurt, but he didn't care. He thinks he deserves to hear what he thinks of him. Maybe it'd do him some good. "Stop making that pathetic face and go to your room."

Mr. Jeon squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his temples as if it'd relieve some of his stress. Jungkook never made a peep as he left. The only sign of him entering his room was the distant sound of a door closing.

The maid cleaned Jungkook's room while he was away, so none of his belongings were in the place he wanted them. He sighed and started moving everything around 'uncleaning' the room while thinking.