Angel Baby

Chapter 7.

3rd person POV:

Jungkook felt numb, totally numb as all the servants in his house greeted him once he was being escorted inside his room by one of them.

All of them looked worried for him, a few of them even had tears in their eyes when they looked at him in the wheelchair.. they all liked him.. none of them had bad behavior towards him, jungkook was a brat yes.. but they still liked him because they knew what he went through everyday but there was also the fact that they were being paid to do their work and keep their mouth shut about what was happening inside the jeon's manor.

Jungkook usually replies to all of them whenever they greet him, doesn't matter if playfully or rudely or normally.. he doesn't just ignore but right now he couldn't even begin to look in their direction as he only kept staring ahead of him with an extremely blank look in his eyes.. anyone would think he was a wax doll if it wasn't for his chest rising up and down as he breathed and blinked his eyes time to time.

Right when he had been taken inside the manor, a servant had taken over as he escorted him to his room and his father was nowhere in sight.. and jungkook was thankful because he knows the minute he and junghyo are alone between familiar people.. it won't be pretty.

And jihyo had gone somewhere as well, most probably to consume more drugs which just made jungkook want to roll his eyes but he had no energy to even feel the annoyance for that.

He knew that his mother cared for him, he has always known that.. but her drug addiction was what made jungkook want to hate her.. it had been almost 10 years since she started taking them, for the first few years no one knew about it till it started becoming too prominent in her behaviours and he had seen her injecting that thing in her body as a 13 years old.

Despite having no knowledge about how dangerous those are, he had educated himself and had tried to talk to her to leave the drugs and start the treatment for it if not for herself then for the sake of her own teenage son.

But she had been so careless that she had refused harshly to him, jungkook still hadn't stopped trying even though it hurt every time he faced the painful words of her mother when she was under the influence of drugs and would even sometimes say that she doesn't care about him.. jungkook knew it wasn't true but it did pain his young adolescent self, he had tried multiple times when she was sober as well.. even though that was incredibly rare and after that though the words weren't harsh, he was still recieved with rejections that no she won't get the treatment.

After like almost an year, jungkook had stopped trying completely and stopped talking to her altogether. When she would be sober, she would try to be all nice and caring to him but all jungkook felt was disappointment till it turned into annoyance and all he could do was throw snarky comments at her.

As jungkook was helped laid down on the bed, he didn't realise when the tear rolled down the side of his eye as he felt the memories wash over him about all those times that changed him into the person he is today.

Even though it hurt, he somehow turned around so he was laying on his side and could pull the other pillow close to him so he could quietly cry in it.. he felt too alone.. too lonely, he liked neither.

He suddenly wished the angel was there, even though he despised him because he was the reason he is here today.. the reason he was suffering once again. But atleast he won't feel too alone if he's there.

The tears dripped from his eyes and fell straight into the pillow, the fabric of it soaked the water like it did countless of other times.

But as if on cue, he heard a deep voice speaking,"do you need a shoulder to cry on?" Which made him quietly look up as he saw the angel sitting on the other side of the bed as he looked down at him with a warm gaze.