Desolate Innocence ||T.K.V||

▶︎Chapter 1▶︎

Korea |Seoul|
6:00 Am

Sunlight struggled to penetrate the shattered and sodden window, perched at the apex of a shabby, worn-out wall. The paint, once vibrant, now clung desperately, on the brink of peeling away, revealing a desolate grey beneath. The room, steeped in an enduring chill, was a deposition to neglect, its darkness worsened by feeble walls that seemed to crumble under the weight of time. The coldness extended throughout the space.

There lay a shivering boy, on the ground with a thin piece of blanket over his small curled frame, he was trembling due to the ominous coldness that he was feeling after falling asleep on the freezing dirty ground, the boy opened his Hazel eyes which were filled with transparent liquid called fragile tears, that were threatening to fall from his big Doe eyes.

they flowed, they flowed freely, knowing that there was no one to wipe those tears off, he curled himself into a very small ball, like a kitten, and he sobbed silently, his painful wails echoed into the dark profound room, which nothing but scared him to death, his parent knew that he was scared of darkness, yet they gave him this room to disseminate punishment.

The haunting aura fills him with chilling thoughts and vibes, yet the prevalent indifference around him amplifies the horror, he takes a deep breath sits up from the freezing ground, and aggressively rubs his eyes, which causes crimson redness around his eyes, his cute button nose is in a reddish hue, yet his pale white skin, was slightly turning into blue due to immense freezing temperature.

In the rawness of a December morning, when most seek refuge in cosy beds, people find solace in those fluffy blankets, and on the other he is, he shouldering the responsibility for the entire house.

This is Jeon Jungkook's life.

He got up from the ground and groaned at the agonizing pain, he rubbed his shoulder and walked toward the lavatory, there he stood in front of the cracked mirror and stared at his reflection.

"Stop staring, you ugly!"

A foreboding voice echoed in his mind, a disconcerting presence he desperately tried to dispel. The cold water splashed on his face seemed a futile attempt as the ominous voice persisted, casting a shadow over the unknown voice ringing in a horrifying way.

"Too much chubby, look at those cheeks, eww!"

Tears started to escape from his eyes in his haste speed, he quickly wiped those tears with the harsh paw of the rough texture of the hoodie, that he wore, he quickly removed his clothes and stood under the frosted shower.

He shivered under the water, but it didn't affect him cause his inner turmoil was enough to suffocate him to death.

"Just a burdensome, piece of shit you are, why don't you die!"

He sobbed and hastily cone out of the shower and took a grey hoodie with black baggy jeans, with wobbly steps, he went out from his room and directly strolled toward the kitchen and started the process of making breakfast for his so-called parents.

Then, served the cooked food on the small dinner table in the corner of the kitchen and took the broom in his hands and cleaned the whole house, then bought an old cloth and wiped the floor, till he could see his reflection on the floor.

As the creaking sound echoed, he turned to find his disheveled parents emerging. His mother's hair defied gravity in various directions, and the black mascara and eyeliner created smudges around her eyes. The red chapstick, now smeared around her mouth, unintentionally transformed her appearance, resembling a monkey, even monkeys are cuter than her.

Seated at the dining table, both individuals joined in for a meal. The lady took the first bite, but as the intense spiciness engulfed her taste buds, an abrupt, piercing scream escaped her lips. Hastily, she bolted for water

Jungkook's eyes widened with a profound fear as she approached, the terror mirrored in his large doe eyes, cause he knew what's gonna happen to him now.

"Bitch! You intentionally mixed extra spiciness in my food, right? Looks like you forgot the taste, let me remind you now!"

A forceful kick landed on his back, sending him sprawling forward onto his face. The impact reverberated with brutal intensity, and as he crumpled, a pained and agonized whimper escaped him.

Mrs Jeon as Miyo, grabbed him by his hair pulled him in front of her, and slapped his cheek with full force, causing him to burst his side lip, and a beeline of crimson red fluid flew from his lip.

"Why are so ungrateful huh? We gave you everything, and this is how you paying us?"

She yelled with her screeching voice, he closed his eyes tightly when a countless series of slaps erupted on his cheeks.

Mr Jeon, as Seo Jin, remained unfazed amid the tumultuous scenes, calmly swirling his glass of scotch as he fixated on an empty distance, a stoic demeanour masking inner knottiness.

"Bitch!" with a last punch to his stomach, she left from there to her room, Mr Jeon looked at him with cold eyes walked toward him, raised the glass of scotch and purposely poured on the cuts and bruises, Jungkook screamed in pain and curled his body, in order to protect himself, Mr Jeon smirked and slammed the glass on the floor harshly, that was too, just few inches away from the bleeding face of Jungkook.

He walked away too, leaving a heavily injured Jungkook on the bloody floor, how ironic it is, that the floor which he had cleaned without leaving any spot, is now smudged with his own blood.

Jungkook lay sprawled in a pool of his own blood, shards of glass embedded in his body. A substantial wooden piece protruded from his thigh, inflicting a deep wound, while a smaller glass fragment forcibly lodged itself into his cheekbone, carving a large, painful gash. Each movement intensified his agony, and as he groaned in pain, the scene became a distressing picture of suffering, with blood staining the ground.

Struggling to rise, he fought against the pain, eventually finding solace against the stained wall. Pulling his knees close, he hugged himself tightly, burying his face as loud, muffled sobs racked his body. Each sob carried the weight of suffering, his shivering frame echoing the profound emotional turmoil as the intensity of his cries reverberated through the harrowing scene.

He doesn't know the reason for his suffering yet he serves this abusive family, he is locked in this haunted house with horrible memories plaguing each and every corner, and he is struck with these people who are no less than devils, even sometimes devil pity but these people doesn't have any knowledge about a damn word, pity or sympathy.

Their actions spoke of utter heartlessness, a venom that seemed to derive from their very cores. It was as if a dark, sinister force guided their actions, leaving behind a trail of callousness and indifference that branded them as truly devilish individuals.

This is his life, caged with hungry devils, who have no promenade to stop their hungriness even after abusing him for the past fifteen years.