Out of control (jjk x bts)

21. Panic attacks and a mystery man

"Sweetie, did you remember your passport?"

His mom questioned him over the phone, her words sickly sweet as usual. He had made sure to triple-check every single item of his; he knew he could be rather forgetful sometimes, and didn't want to screw up.

"Yes, Mom," he muttered. He was behind the alley of the apartment building again. It was the only place he knew of where the vampires couldn't hear what he was saying. If he was inside his room, he knew they'd be listening in, and he didn't even want to fathom the idea of those members knowing what his mom's voice even sounded like.

He heard an exasperated, dramatic sigh from the other end, "OH my Kookie, I miss you so much, when are you going to see me, baby?"

Never, he loved his mom; he truly did. He wouldn't be sending her money if he didn't; she took care of him, and she forgave him after the accident, but that didn't mean he wanted to be around her. He had many reasons, but not any he spent time thinking about.

"Soon, Mom," he whispered. He didn't mean it, but she couldn't tell.

"Well, when you do, we need to have a talk about our finances." Her tone got serious, and he bit the inside of his cheek.

Of course, it was finances. That's all he was good for, money. Ever since he got his new job, without explaining the intricate details of it, he took over the bills for his mother's house, he paid for groceries, and he paid for his dad's care.

It was his fault after all. She had to quit her nursing job to take care of his father; it felt like his burden. His shame he had to throw money into it in hopes of never having to see him, or think back to the day that eats him up with guilt at every moment.

"Our finances?" He questioned; he didn't want to know. He had gotten a raise, not that he told her that. She was practically taking all his money every month he got paid. He was making good money but practically never reaped the rewards. He was thankful the job provided housing and food accommodations.

"Yes!" she said cheerfully, and he could tell she was grinning just by the sound of her voice over the phone. "I need a new car, sweetie."

Jungkook gagged, pulling the phone closer to his ear. "Well, I can probably scrounge up enough for a used-"

"No, sweetie, a new car," she interrupted. "Your dad, you know how he is, we need a bigger car to transport him back and forth to the care center, baby."

"Im sure they sell vans that are used, Mom, " he pinched the bridge of his nose in absolute frustration.

"Well, I know that sweetie, but we need something reliable, what if it breaks down on the side of the road or-"

"New cars do that, too, Mom," he cut her off. He didn't need her going into one of her long, jumbled, useless speeches. "There are plenty of used, reliable cars, Mom. Do you even know how much it would be to buy a new one?"

"Well, a lot, Jungkookie, but I know you could do it; we really need it, honey." Ever since the accident, his mom treated him like a wallet.

At first, she ignored him, not speaking to him for over a month after it happened. Two days after it happened, he was kicked out of SM Entertainment, which seemed to infuriate his mother more. They had put in so much money for his career, just for him to practically ruin his family and fail out of the program. He knew he deserved it, not usually arguing with his mom when she wanted something, but a new car? He could barely afford to get himself new shoes, and she was out here asking him to spend five months' worth of salary on something she'd want a new one of in less than two years, knowing her.

"Mom, it might take me a minute, though, to get the money," he sighed. At this point, he might actually have to start looking for a second job or ask for a raise, which was terrible considering he literally had no free time to get a second job or the balls to ask for a raise when he had already gotten one.