Melancholy

(Mrs. Jeon's sudden entrance into the kitchen sent a chilling silence through the room. The messy dishes seemed to have frozen in their places, and Jungkook felt a sudden pang of fear as he saw her disapproving gaze fixated on him.)

Mrs. Jeon: (scowling) What's this, Jimin? You let this slut speak to you?

Jimin: (defensively) Eomma, he's my brother, dare to call him slut again.

Mrs. Jeon: (mockingly) Brother? I didn't know we adopted Cinderella into this family. Look at him, all dirty and pathetic.He can never grow up to our familial status Minnie,you better go to office than wasting time on this disgusting piece of shit.

(Jungkook's heart sank at Mrs. Jeon's words, and he lowered his head, avoiding eye contact. The atmosphere in the kitchen turned colder, mirroring the December weather outside.)

Mrs. Jeon: (raising her hand) You have no right to speak to my son. Let me teach you some manners.

(With a sudden slap, Mrs. Jeon's hand connected with Jungkook's pale cheek. The sound echoed through the kitchen, and Jimin's eyes widened in shock.)

Jimin: Eomma! How could you?

Mrs. Jeon: (smirking) I won't tolerate him disrespecting our family. He's just a maid, after all.

(Jungkook, now holding his stinging cheek, fought back tears. Mrs. Jeon's harsh words echoed in his ears, and the pain wasn't just physical but emotional too.)

As days passed, the atmosphere at home became increasingly strained. The family started to avoid Jungkook, treating him like a ghost in their own house. Mrs. Jeon's words had created an invisible barrier, isolating him from the warmth of family, leaving him shivering in the cold loneliness he knew too well.

Night after night, Jungkook lay on the cold floor, tears silently streaming down his face. The December breeze, once a familiar companion, now seemed colder, biting into his fragile soul. His loneliness grew, and the weight of his circumstances became unbearable.

One evening, as the winter wind howled outside, Jungkook's tears fell onto the cold floor beneath him. The pain of rejection, the ache of unspoken words, and the burden of a loveless existence became too much to bear.

In the silence of the night, he whispered to himself, "Am I destined to be this lonely , forever seeking love but finding only despair?"

Jungkook was indeed an angel trapped in the cold embrace of melancholy, yearning for a love that seemed just out of reach.