𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 t𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 ||T.K||

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Sometimes dreams are like glimmering star in the profound atmosphere, so far from our reach, sometimes they are an inch closer to our fingertip. Dreams are the illusions that tells how to fly high with our hopes high, embracing all the flaws and moving toward it with a smile curved on our lips. Yet, these things were far away in Jungkook's life, dreams were something that she could not even imagine in her nightmare. She was afraid to dream freely as it comes with a price called —Hope. Her fate did not allow her to believe in the feeling of hope. Her trust and her expectancy were brutally crushed by her family's inhumane acts and behaviour. How could she even yearn or dream for something when her family was not ready to accept her as a family member?

The pressure cooker's whistle echoed through the kitchen, making Jungkook flinch where she stood. She quickly moved toward it, stopping the whistle and pulling the cooker off the stove. As she opened the lid, the warm, comforting aroma of freshly cooked rice filled the air, soothing her nerves just a little.

Just then, the sound of laughter echoed through the cosy house. The family was gathered in the living room, chatting and laughing wholeheartedly together—everyone except Jungkook. She could hear the joyful voices and playful giggles, yet no one ever invited her to join in. Quickly wiping the sweat from her forehead, she sped up her work in the kitchen, trying to ignore the ache in her chest.

None of this was new to Jungkook; she was like a silent, tireless doll in that house, serving day and night like a maid. She didn't speak much, only listened and obeyed. Her cousins each had rooms of their own, their own phones, and parents who cherished them like precious jewels. But her father? He wouldn't even spare her a glance. To him, she was like a curse, something he ignored, a presence he avoided as if she were a sickness he couldn't risk catching.

The day her mother's presence vanished from her life, everything spiralled into a living nightmare. Her world became a tangled mess, suffocating her to the point where even breathing felt like a struggle. She was still trying to pull herself out of this chaos, but it only seemed to grow worse, trapping her deeper each day. She feared that one day, this mess would consume her entirely, drowning her in despair, and that even if she were to die, no one would care enough to notice.

The dreams she'd cherished since childhood had been cruelly taken away. Her father, with his stern, unyielding voice, declared that she wouldn't be studying any further after high school. The words shattered her fragile heart, leaving it in pieces too broken to ever fit back together. Her cousins' relentless bullying and taunts only added to her pain, showing her just how deeply hatred could run and how merciless people could be.

Jungkook stood by the small kitchen window, watching as her cousins climbed onto the bus that would take them to their school. Her innocent brown eyes filled with tears as she saw their parents cheerfully bidding them goodbye, full of warmth and pride. Her cousins looked so happy, surrounded by love and encouragement, a sight that made her heart ache.

"What are you doing, lazy girl! Get to work! Don't you have eyes? Look at this mess!"

Her father's voice boomed from behind, making Jungkook flinch. She quickly wiped her tears and turned back, only to see him gripping a thick stick in his hand. Without a word, she lowered her head and moved away, forcing herself to push down the pain inside.

Jungkook's heart pounded as she hurried to tidy up the house, trying to avoid her father's wrath. The echo of her cousins' laughter lingered in her mind, a bitter reminder of the love and freedom she would never have. She moved from room to room, dusting, scrubbing, and picking up anything out of place, hoping to please her father enough to avoid punishment. But no matter how much she worked, it never seemed to be enough for him.

The morning passed in silence, except for the occasional barked command from her father, each word weighing heavily on her. Jungkook's hands were rough and sore, but she continued, feeling like she was just a ghost in her own home, an invisible figure whose only role was to serve. Every once in a while, she'd glance back at the door, as if longing for someone—anyone—to walk through it and take her away.

But as the day dragged on, Jungkook felt her hope fading further, like a candle burning down to its last flicker. There was no escape, no one who cared enough to notice her pain, and she wondered if this was all her life would ever be: a quiet, endless servitude in a home that refused to call her family.