"You're from a higher society than me. Why don't you understand that we'll never be accepted by the society"
"I do not care what society says all i want is to call you mine, my love"
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Or the story where the wealth and class barriers is the main...
After a 30 minutes drive, Jungkook finally made it to the house that gave him nothing but traumas, the traumas that forced him to harm his own self.
Jungkook sat in his car fir a few minutes, as he took in a final breath walking up to the front door.
He managed to control himself, but he was shaking badly from the memories that invaded him.
He was finally standing in front of the house that made him disgust himself, that made him want to throw up but he had to take all in.
For his grandmother. She was one of the reason Jungkook was alive.
Jungkook hesitated as he finally softly knocked on the front door.
After a minute, the door finally opened revealing a man in his mid-30s.
He was tall, had a small beard and his ears pierced.
Jungkook gulped as he knew who that was, even though he wished he wouldn't.
"The faggot's here, how have you been kid?" The man laughed.
Jungkook awkwardly smiled as he walked into the awful house.
"Jungkookie?" The old lady exclaimed
Jungkook's eyes widened as he looked through the people standing in the room to see his grandmother standing right there with tears in her eyes as she smiled.
"Grandma it's been so long" Jungkook exclaimed through his tears as he made a run towards his grandmother, hugging her tightly.
"That's enough of you two, there's a reason we've called Jungkook hear you old lady" The guy smirked forcefully separating Jungkook and his grandmother.
"You, follow me" The man pointed at Jungkook as he gulped nodding and making an eye contact with his grandmother shaking her head in a constant 'no'.
The guy finally took Jungkook to a dark room as he pushed him in and look the door right away.
Jungkook gulped as the room was so dark that he could not see anything.
Suddenly, the lights were on with a man in his 50s standing there with a smirk that Jungkook knew.
Jungkook could've cried then and there, he knew why he was here.
This man was the reason Jungkook had bruises on his body, he used to beat Jungkook from the very start he was born.
The trauma, the beatings, the crying everything circulated in Jungkook's mind as he finally looked up and gulped.
"It's so nice to see you again my love" The man exclaimed as he laughed so hard that the whole room was echoing with the voice of his laughter.
"I missed you so much Jungkook, you know when you were gone I searched for you, but your grandmother never gave me any information but now that you're finally here, I'm glad" The guy smirked as he made his way towards Jungkook making him take his step back.
Jungkook wished all of this was a dream.
Except, it was all real...
A/N- To anyone who is struggling with their mental health or intentionally or unintentionally indulging in the process of self harm please seek help. You are NOT at fault, it's not your fault please reach out for help, you can even reach out to me because I've experienced all of this and I'm not proud of it but I'm proud of the fact that I've dragged myself out of that stage.
Please do not let your bad thoughts win and fight and seek out for help.
