I Bite (JayWon FF)

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Jay's POV

The look on Jungwon's face was distressed, even though he was in deep sleep. Interesting...Well, I can't stop now...

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A few years after my mom's death, it felt like my father grew distant from me. He would only say a few words here and there, but we would never have a full conversation like before. At first, I thought he was just so depressed he couldn't find any words to say to me. But then I found out, he was planning to remarry. Never, ever did I think my father would do that. I'm so angry at him that I don't even care that he stops talking to me. One night, the woman he was planning to marry came over.

My dad made dinner, which he never did for my mom. The lady already had a son, whose name was Howon. He was probably 16 or 17, looking at his face. Also looking at his face, he didn't look friendly. He had that resting b*tch face. The beginning of the night started as we ate our dinner. "So, Jungwon. Do you have a girlfriend?" I look at her strangely. What kind of question is that? "Uh, no. I don't have one. I'm not really into that." That last part meant I wasn't into girls. "That was only a joke. I wouldn't expect someone that looks like you to have a girlfriend or anything." And she and her son laugh. I feel embarrassed and slouch down in my chair.

I was hoping my dad would say something.

But he didn't.

The night went on and she kept looking down on me and insulting me. And my dad didn't stop her. In fact, he encouraged her, by laughing and maybe adding a word here and there. It hurt me a lot to see my dad like this. I'm his son, shouldn't he care more about how I feel?  Little did I know, that was only the beginning of my pains.

After a while, we moved into her house. That's we I realize this lady was rich. She was a famous writer and has written many best-sellers. "That's your room," Howon said, pointing down the hall. Way, down the hall. I unpacked my things and looked around my new room. It wasn't big, but I didn't care. What I did care about is how my dad just moved on. I mean I know you have to after a while, but not like this.

Marrying another woman, who already has a child, and moving in with her. It was honestly a lot for me to comprehend. I protested against us leaving the house to go live with this woman he met on Tinder, but he just said, "Don't make this harder, Jungwon." It was probably the most words I've heard him say in one sentence in a while. But it didn't make me feel good, it made me angry.

Of course, I didn't have any choice but to go. I'm only 13. I can't go to work and pay for the house. But don't think the thought never crossed my mind. As the weeks went by at our new house, my father and I grew more apart. I watched as my step-mom and dad would treat my step-brother. They would buy him all the things he wants and do pretty much anything for him. And I got the leftovers.

Howon didn't talk much to me. He didn't need to, to be a bully. He would always push me near the stairs, almost making me fall down the stairs and hit my head. He would steal the few dollars my dad gave me for lunch at school, even though he already had plenty. And my step-mom wasn't any better.

She was a lot worse.

Before it was just her words, but she decided to take that to another level. Whenever I didn't do something, not to her liking, she would slap me in the face and curse at me. One time, while I washing the dishes, I dropped and broke a plate. Howon and my dad were right there at the table. "You clumsy b*tch! You broke my favorite plate." Which I highly doubted since all her plates look exactly the same. She gave me a hard slap against the cheek, causing me to stumble back. 

I held my face and looked over at my dad. He was sitting there on his phone. Now I know, he had to hear her slap me and call me a b*tch. But he chose to ignore it. Like it was okay. I felt tears stinging in my eyes. My step-mom smirks. "Oh? Are you going to cry now, little man? You're so weak."  Even though I always felt weak, mentally and physically, it was the first time someone had called me that. 

And the first time I actually believed it.

I ran up to my room and slammed the door. I slid down my bedroom door and cry into my hands. I hate my life here. I hate my life altogether. I heard the people downstairs laughing and I cried even harder. I can't even call them my family.

As I got older, around 15-16, the abuse got worse. To the point where I would run away sometimes. No one would come looking for me though. No one, except Sunoo. I was putting something away in the fridge when Howon came into the kitchen and pulled me by the hair. "Ow!! What the hell, Howon?!" He smiled at me. "Got any money on you? I'm going to take my girlfriend out." At this time, I was working at a little restaurant down the street from my house. My step-mom forced me to. "If you're going to live here, you need to work," she said as if her son was sitting around the house all day every day. I got 7 dollars an hour for 8 hours, 4 days a week. Though she didn't make me pay the bills.

I had actually just got home from work, so my money was still in my pocket. I tried to pull his hands off of me. "Let go! Get your own money." Howon was stronger than me, so I couldn't do much. He punched me in the stomach, causing me to bend over in pain. "Don't forget who you're talking to," He says and reaches into my pockets. "Ah, this should be enough." I fell tears form in my eyes for the third time today.

I ran out of the house and to a spot, I felt the most comfort. My parents and I use to come to this camping site every summer with my friend Sunoo. I walk up the hiking trail and sit down on a rock. You could see the whole campground from here. Sunoo and I used to race each other to the top and then yell our lungs out since there was an echo. I sallow my tears back as I remember how my mom would always call us down when it was time to eat. Then she would tell us scary stories, that weren't that scary, but we pretended to be scared. 

I rub my fingers through my hair multiple times, trying to stop myself from crying. It felt like no one in the world cared for me anymore. That I was all alone in this cruel world. I let the tears run down my face. And it didn't matter. No one was around to see my weak side. To see me cry like a little kid. And then there was. Sunoo. He gave me a side hug and stayed quiet. He didn't need to say a word. His presence was enough to give me hope and to let me know.

I'm loved...

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Ngl Shout Out makes me cry at this point

Like

can this be the intro and outro to my life

anyway

Sunoo with his black emo looking hair with shorts in the studio choom Future Perfect.

I'm crying

I'm a fricking simp

okay bye-