Desolate Innocence ||T.K.V||

▶︎Chapter 2▶︎

"Hey, you bitch!" spat Mrs Jeon harshly toward the weak petite boy, who was again cleaning the floor till you could see your damn face in it.

The boy rose and approached the stern woman, kneeling before her, responding in a timid, almost inaudible whisper.

"Y-yes M-mam,"

"Go and clean my Eun's room, now," Mrs Jeon harshly kicked him in his fragile shoulder, Jungkook whimpered loudly and fell down, knocking his back head on the rough floored ground, but, Jungkook immediately sat up properly on his knees with head down, eyes staring her shoes.

This was the rule that he had to follow even when he was half-unconscious; he had to bow his head down with his gaze down on the ground wherever he was around Mrs Jeon.

Or else a week of starvation, and overwork loads is desperately waiting for him. The second rule; would be disrespect, if he remains lying on the floor when she is beating him. So, he has to sit straight, if he falls down.

"Go bitch!" She shouted loudly with malignancy in her voice, Jungkook flinched and immediately stood up with his head low, and instantly ran upstairs, where his biological room is located, about her whereabouts, is studying in Canada.

He reached in front of the room, the door was brown in colour, he creaked open the door, and after opening it a little, he peeked inside a little. Amusement ran across his face, and his little red lips parted in delight as he stared at the big room in front of his Big Doe Hazel eyes.

Entering the room with his cleaning tools in hand, he meticulously began by sweeping the floor with precision. Transitioning to the next step, he knelt down, manually mopping the surface.

Despite the easing of his back pain, a lingering discomfort endured, provoking him to pause. During this momentary break, he gazed into space, lost in introspection amid the demanding chore.

A profound silence enveloped the surroundings, with not a single sound permeating the space. It suggested that his parents were absent from the house, this silence was not of any peace or solace, it was an odd yet disturbing silence and in this bizarre silence, one thing mostly happened to him.

"Look like you are alone in the house, little pathetic Jungkookie"

Jungkook tightly closed his eyes, seeking hideout from the suffering of the voices that had relentlessly plagued him for half a decade. Amid the darkness behind his eyelids, the unsettling resonance of a profoundly eerie voice continued to grumble, an auditory spectre that refused to be banished. Each syllable carried an unsettling weight as if engraved with the unsettling nature of the uncanny.

"Why don't you pity this useless of yours, huh,"

Jungkook didn't open his eyes and as he was kneeling down on the floor to mop it, he clutched onto the rough cloth with a tight grip, causing the terribly yet horribly burnt swollen swell marks to pop out and dozen out, a clear liquid, the harmful chemical mixed in the rough cloth to mop, harshly touch his heavily wounded plan, causing Jungkook to whimper loudly.

"You know, you are alone, why? Because nobody gives a shit about your useless pathetic presence, they choose to walk away rather than stay in the shitty presence of yours!"

Tears fell from his eyes like a cascade, he was hurt, terribly hurt, but that doesn't mean that this was not true, it was true! It was a malice yet bitter truth of a pathetic excuse for his life, no one really wanted to stay with him, and he was all alone in this life of his.

"Listen! I have an idea! How about you die,"

In the midst of his anguish, tears flowed ceaselessly from Jungkook's eyes, marking a quiet journey down the wooden floor. His shoulders sagged beneath the burden of a deep ache, while his mind grappled with a pervasive numbness, seeking solace in vain. The unrelenting dizziness intensified his distress, causing his breath to tremble, and at times, he struggled to draw air.

His thoughts were entangled in a chaotic web, as if weighed down by an overwhelming burden upon his heart. The palpitations echoed loudly, creating a sensation that his heart might rupture under the strain. In the grip of a profound panic attack, Jungkook found himself ensnared in the throes of both emotional and physical turmoil.

"All alone, it is the best I mean best chance you to die. Go die bitch. End this useless life of your"

A deep, profound silence evolved, and a loud thud echoed in the room. A lifeless body fell on the floor, and a weak, fragile boy was not able to handle the deep yet unknown panic attack that ran across his every vein, his face flushed red from suffocation, his pale hollow cheeks stained from tears, his button nose bright red in colour.

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"Ah!"

A loud and pitiful groan echoed in the room of a weak, dainty boy, who lay on the cold floor, which was half cleaned by the dedication of the boy, clutching onto his stomach tightly as his evil mother banged her heeled foot there, it was pain, painful than the agony in his mind and body. It feels like all the organs in his stomach have stopped working.

"Bitch, I told you to clean the room not to place your ugly ass here, instead of working, you are peacefully sleeping, look like you want some doze, huh!"

With that, she, while stomping her feet on the floor loudly, stormed toward the broom and picked it up, and with a flaring nose, she stormed toward the small boy, sitting on both knees.

She stood in front of him, raised the broom in the air and boldly yet bitterly hit on his shoulder, Jungkook crude out in a pin and stayed still, again hit came, on his other shoulder, and tears displayed out painfully, then the hit was on his waist, this the weak, small boy broke down and fell on the wooden floor.

Mrs Jeon brutally hit the boy, till the cleaned floor was pooled with his blood, She huffed angrily and said.

"I want this room clean in one hour, 'cause my daughter is coming in one hour from Canada!"

Saying that she stormed out off the floor after throwing the broom at his face, Jungkook quickly got up from the floor, only to whimper in pain and distress, he clutched his waist in misery and with the help of broom, he got and engaged in cleaning the room before Miss Jeon come.

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"So, Mr Jeon, when are you giving our money back?" Asked The man was adorned in a seamless ensemble of deep black attire, each fabric layering seamlessly to create an air of mysterious elegance. His clothing, perfectly tailored, bore a subtle sheen, adding a touch of intricacy to the getup.

As for his handsome features, his blunt jawline framed a profile marked by sharp, penetrating eyes that held a gaze both intense and enigmatic. The faint curve of his lips hinted at a mysterious charisma.
Me Jeon, shuttered and looked down and said.

"Mr Kim, I don't have the money, but I can sell my son,"

Mr Kim looked at him with dark Dragon and lit a cigarette and took a puff of it. He then looked at Mr Jeon and said.

"I will be coming tomorrow to take him,"

With that, Mr Kim got up and went from there, Mr Jeon sighed in relief and went to airport to pick up his daughter.