J. JUNGKOOK ONESHOTS

Mafia Rival

"Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are- come out sweetie dadda don't hurt you. Come! I SAID COME OUT!!"

You screamed off from your nightmare and huffingly sat on the floor. Your whole body was numb & cold. Broken pieces of glass were stuck under your feet. The bleeding was stopped making that place totally black. Brushes were all over you body. You went to your bed drawer taking out the first box. You took out those glass pieces forcibly from your feet. No, they didn't hurt you anymore. That was daily things. You took out the healing lotion and gauze bandages. You put the lotion on a piece of cotton and tried to put that on your wounds. You suppressed your scream by your hand. These were hurting. You couldn't take this anymore. You laid on the floor weeping. Then you crawled all the way to bathroom. You turned the shower on. Warmed water was falling on you soaking all your pain deeper. You were crying holding your knees. After sometime, you off the shower and came out from there to bedroom. Drying yourself casually you put a oversized tshirt & shorts on. You hoped back on the bed directly eyeing the ceiling. You just couldn't take this anymore. You were literally waiting for death when it'd come. Tears were coming from your eyes. You always wanted to end this shit life, you tried but failed. Pain & tiredness took you to another nightmare atlast.

Next Day

You felt kinda better here, in your art University. This was the only place Where you found your peace. You were doing your masters in Art as you always loved. This was the only thing your father supported you or honestly said for show off. He just showed everyone that how much he supported & encouraged you in these simple ways even he was a mafia. But reality laughed. Happiness mocked you. None knew how much abusive & aggressive he was to you. He literally tortured you to calm himself down. You're 22; an adult but still. You tried to run away, but he caught you. Obviously. You tried to protest, to report to the police but all was useless. He was so powerful. You tried to end your life but he caught you again. He just wanted to use you for his image. You didn't care about you but he had your mother. You didn't know where he hid her. He kept you away from her; he used her for money & power. You knew always. He was no good to your mm. But she was blind in love. You were his step daughter. Your real dad died in car accident when you were 8. You knew that wasn't an accident and you also knew who killed him. But you had nothing in your hands but to accept this sucking reality.

It's already time to go home. You didn't want to. But you already saw bodyguards were waiting for outside of the university. There was no chance, no hope. You didn't know which storm was waiting for you at home. But you knew you would drown again as always. You went home with them. You entered.

Y|F: "oh, here you are! Come-"

You disgusted on his smile. It creeped you out. But luckily today he had a good mood.

Y|F: "Freshen up and wear a nice dress. We're gonna meet my friend. Ok, make sure you look pretty!"

You just nod.

You went to your room, putting your backpack aside, steadily went to the bathroom. You washed your face. There was still the bruise around your lips. Concealer only hid the scar, not the pain. You sadly smiled and got ready.

In a restaurant —

Your father's friend, Mr. Jim & his son were talking with him. You were just quiet as always.

Mr. Jim: "so what should we order hmm? Young lady what do you want for dinner?"

You looked at your father, he's eyeing you to answer.

Y/n: "Anything same as yours-"

Jim's son: "uh- your voice- if you don't speak, I don't know if I get the chance to hear your honey voice-" (he laughed as you faked a smile)