Young and Wild || Tzukook FF

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Jungkook's POV

1 year ago.

Jeon House

Going down the stairs of my dark home, I heard weird noises coming from the living room.

I walked towards the room slowly knowing that my parents expected me to be asleep.

When I was just outside the room I leaned against the wall and listened closely to what they were saying.

"Doo Joon's lawyer called and said he had gotten out of prison. He wants to take Jungkook back."

My mother spoke in a low and shaky voice.

Who's Doo Joon? And why does want to take me...

I got very confused and scared as to why an unknown man would want to take me away from mom and dad.

"We can't let him take Jungkook. You know what will happen."

"But what am I supposed to do? What if the court will permit him since he is his dad.."

My mother covered her eyes with her palms crying softly.

My dad... But isn't Jaehyuk my dad...

"We will get a lawyer honey. Jungkook's father will not hurt you or Jungkook anymore."

My dad... Doo Joon is my real dad... And I've lied to my entire life... Why eomma? Why did you lie to me... Why!

8 years later

Seoul Prison

Sitting in the waiting room I nervously tapped my foot against the floor.

Cops were everywhere in the room while we waited for a specific inmate. My father. My real father.

Soon enough another cop came into the room holding an inmate who was handcuffed and led him towards me.

The inmate looked at me confused before sitting down right in front of me.

"Who are you kid?"

I nervously gulped and looked into the man who's my father's eyes.

"It's me, papa. It's Jungkook."

The man looked at me for a split second before he smiled.

"Oh, my lovely son has finally decided to pay me a visit after 14 years." He said sarcastically.

"I didn't know you even existed, appa... Eomma never told me."

"You shouldn't have come. There is a reason she never told you."

"Appa, please... I want to know my father..." I looked at him with pleading eyes.

"No you don't and you better not. Go back home, kid... I'm not your father and never was."

The man said before standing up and leaving with the cop.

I looked at my father's disappearing figure with fresh hot tears from my eyes.

Present

I opened my eyes with tears streaming down.

The dream of those awful memories hasn't haunted me for a while but now suddenly their back.

The worst thing is that these dreams aren't just simple dreams. They are the real... The cruel and sad reality.

Sniffing one last time and wiping away my tears I looked to my side just to find a beautiful figure sleeping peacefully,