Jungkook's Little Sister Imagines

Solace | 15

wherein fifteen-year-old kim jungwon finds solace in her eighteen-year-old half-brother, jeon jungkook.

— trigger warning: mentions of abuse —

growing up, it was hard for me.

i never really had that ideal family where we will go to a park and have a picnic every sunday or go to the groceries together and have some fun together as a family. instead, i would hear arguments once or twice a week — it's my abusive father.

well, i really don't know if i could label and call him as my father because we're not blood related. i'm an illegitimate child. i was conceived when my mother cheated on her husband when they got into a fight. obviously, i wasn't planned — i wasn't even expected to be there because i know for sure that i'm a mistake done by my mother and the guy she hooked up with.

i have a love-hate relationship towards him. he doesn't hurt me at all — but he hurts my mother. it probably started when i was born. that probably was also the time when this family started falling apart because based on what my brother (the child my mom and her husband had together) said that they were fine, his father wasn't abusive before not until i came.

he had a normal childhood. we have a sixteen years age gap — he was sixteen when i was born and we get along pretty well. but he's thirty one now, he's studying to become a cardiothoracic surgeon in england that's why he's never here. he does come home every holidays but yeah, he isn't here every single day.

he knows about the abuse thing. and he's mad about it. he once saw his father choking our mom on the neck — she would've died if my brother arrived a minute late. i understood his anger. he almost called the police but our mom told him—begged him—that he should not bother to call the police because his father is intoxicated with alcohol and his actions are because of the alcohol in his body.

when my brother told me the story before he went back to england, i was mad that i nearly called the police but i didn't. why? because i'm not his daughter, he took me in because my mother begged him to take me in as his daughter even when a single drop of his blood is not running down my body.

i should be grateful for him. but still, i feel conflicted. i should be mad at him for abusing my mother but at the same time, i couldn't do anything because he's giving me a roof under my head — a house to stay in.

he had never laid a hand on me — maybe once. but that was it. i tried to stop him from hurting my mother. i just came back from my soccer training so i was tired and on the verge of passing out after training under the sun for three straight hours. i went home and the first thing i saw was him holding a broken bottle of wine, anyone could easily tell that he's drunk because the house smelled like nothing but wine. i saw how he lunged towards my mother, ready to stab her but i got in between of them and was the one that got stabbed instead.

i got stabbed on my right chest but thankfully, it didn't pierced my lungs or i would've been buried six feet deep into the soil.

but it was still painful, i sometimes can still feel the broken shards being stabbed on my chest. i felt how i dropped to the floor and how my vision blurred out while my mom scream and called for help. i passed out after that and almost died. i lost a lot of blood and i'm an AB negative— mom is type O positive and her husband is B positive— i apparently got my blood type from my father who immediately went to the hospital when my mom called and asked for his help.

don't worry, i'm in good terms with my father. he has a son named jeon jungkook and i'm also in good terms with him — we have a closer relationship compared to my relationship with ryuho, my other brother.