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Chapter 8

Third person's pov

In Jungkook's Room.....

Jungkook lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He kept shifting, trying to find a comfortable position, but no matter how much he moved, he couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at him. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, he sat up, running a hand through his hair.

"Is it that easy to just come up and say sorry?" he muttered to himself,

His mind drifted back to the painful memories he had tried so hard to bury. He could almost feel the bruises on his body again, the sting of his father's belt, the shame and fear that had consumed him.

Flashback:

Jungkook was in bedroom, crying uncontrollably. His body was covered in bruises, each one a testament to the beating he had just endured. He lay on his side, shivering, his sobs muffled by the pillow.

The door creaked open, and his elder brother Jihoon stepped inside, "Come down for dinner," he said,

Jungkook shook his head, his eyes swollen from crying. "I can't," he whispered.

Jihoon's patience snapped. "Now you are seriously going to throw tantrums after all this mess? Just come down this instant!"

Flinching at the harshness in his brother’s voice, Jungkook slowly got up, his body protesting with every movement. He followed Jihoon downstairs,

As he sat at the dining table, the rest of the family was already there. He picked up his chopsticks, his hand trembling as he reached for his food. Just as he was about to take his first bite, Mrs. Jeon, spoke up,

"Seriously, you have no manners or regret for what you did. If I were you, I wouldn't even be able to face anyone. But here you are, eating."

Jungkook’s appetite vanished. He put his chopsticks down, his hands clenching into fists under the table. He could feel the tears welling up again, but he forced them back, refusing to cry in front of them.

Jihoon tried to intervene. "Eomma, I called him."

Mrs. Jeon shot him a look of disgust. "Then eat with him, because I can't." With that, she stood up and left the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

One by one, the rest of the family followed suit, leaving Jungkook alone at the table. The silence was deafening, and the emptiness of the room seemed to close in on him. He couldn’t hold back any longer; the tears flowed freely as he sobbed, his body shaking with the force of his emotions.

In the Present.....

Jungkook wiped at his eyes, but the tears kept coming. The past was like a wound that refused to heal, reopening every time he thought he had moved on. He was lost in his memories when he heard the door to his room open.

He quickly wiped his tears and looked up as Hyunjae and Sujae entered. Hyunjae’s eyes widened in concern when he saw Jungkook’s tear-streaked face.

"Eomma, are you crying?" Hyunjae asked, his tone slightly panicked.

Jungkook shook his head, forcing a smile. "No, I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all."

Hyunjae and Sujae exchanged a glance. Sujae walked over to the bed and sat down next to Jungkook, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Eomma, you don’t have to pretend."

Jungkook’s resolve crumbled, and he leaned into Sujae, his tears starting anew. Hyunjae sat on the other side, wrapping an arm around Jungkook.

"Tell us what’s wrong, hmm," Hyunjae urged gently.