Jungkook Oneshots

Our Story

                                         "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭"

"Hey, you good and safe?" you asked your 14 year old sister June, who had just placed her suitcase in the truck and was now buckling up in the passenger seat.

"Yes, I am very excited for the vacation," she said, pulling out her phone.

"I am glad".you replied smiling starting your drive.

Right now, you and your sister were setting off for a small vacation, a much-needed escape from the whirlwind your lives had become. Just two weeks ago, your dad had passed away, and it felt like the final thread holding your family together had snapped. Your mom had died three years before, leaving you both reeling from the loss.

Since your father never made a will, your relatives were now fighting tooth and nail for his properties. Even his bank account was seized until everything could be cleared up. To make matters worse, they argued that at twenty years old, you were too young and too burdened with college and financial struggles to take care of your sister. They were demanding custody, hoping to get a better claim on the inheritance.

Your father was an alcoholic and an abuser. He was never like this before, at least not until your mother was alive. After her death, everything had come crashing down. The physical abuse was the worst, but to give your sister a semblance of a normal childhood, you hid the fact that your dad used to abuse you. The only thing your sister knew was that he was an alcoholic, and you were more than glad she was spared the rest.

Hiding a fact like this was complicated. Your father was more awake in the afternoons, meaning his endless hurtful words and beatings were reserved for that time. By 6 PM, he was good as dead asleep, the alcohol knocking him out. Your sister's classes usually ended around 5, ensuring she never witnessed the worst of it. But the aftermath of the beatings was harder to conceal. You often had bruises that you somehow explained away with feeble excuses whenever your sister asked.

"Unnie, Aunt is calling. Should I pick up?" she asked, glancing at the phone screen with a furrowed brow.

"A-ah, no, it's fine," you said quickly, silencing the phone and gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter.

"Is everything okay? Are they causing any trouble?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry as she leaned towards you, eyes searching your face.

You forced a smile, hoping it looked more convincing than it felt. "Y-yes, of course. She's probably calling to ask something about Dad. I can't attend the call while driving," you replied, keeping your eyes on the road.

Your sister seemed to accept your answer, though her worry was evident in the way she bit her lip and kept glancing at you.

"So, what's the new exciting thing you're working on?" you asked, trying to ease the tension.

"I'm writing a story," she said, showing her phone to you with a proud grin.

"Y/n? Is that my name you used for your character?" you asked, raising an eyebrow and frowning slightly.

"Well, yeah," she shrugged, "I'm running out of names, so this works."

You chuckled softly. "What's the storyline like?"

"That's something you'll have to wait and see," she replied, teasingly.

You smiled, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood. Despite everything, it was nice to see her enthusiasm.

You knew your sister wrote stories but had never read them before. However, you were certain she was good at it, given that she had a respectable number of followers who seemed captivated by her words.