Plastic (jjk + pjm)

Plastic; 1

It's me with a new story 🙄

**Warning!!! This story will have probably abuse idk yet, smut, homophobic remarks and bad thoughts maybe. Please read with caution and if you're easily triggered by this, but I strongly suggest you to not read this story at all. I'm just saying this now so I won't have to put it in any chapter and spoil everything.

Also, I'll be posting pictures at the end of the every chapter when a new (important for the story) character is introduced and this story doesn't have to be read as a Jikook, you can always just see it as a boxboy story with no ship or the characters as another ship. Your choice!

Now that that's over, enjoy!! :)

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I've never been to Seoul before and now I'm all of a sudden moving there. You can probably sense that I'm not happy about moving from city to city.

You see, my mom and dad got divorced about two years ago. My dad and myself caught her having an affair with another guy. She kicked my dad out and brought in that lazy douchebag, Young-Chul, into our home.

They both got married about four months ago and Young-Chul thought it was a great idea if we moved to a new place to 'congradulate' the new family.

My mom being the kind of woman to agree to anything that her partner would suggest even if she's against it, agreed to his suggestion and now we're here in Seoul. Away from the only place I ever considered home, Busan.

"Jungkook, can you pass me the map from the back pocket of the seat?" Young-Chul asked me. I ignored him though. I heard someone clear their throat. I slowly rolled my eyes towards my mom. She gave me a look, "Jungkook, your father asked you to give him the map. Would you stop staring at the window and pass him the map?"

I shook my head. "First of all, he's not my father. Second of all, you can easily pass him the map yourself. And third of all, aren't you guys supposed to know how to get to our new home? I mean you two were the one that bought the damn house and came here the other day with the moving truck to place everything in, you should know where to go by now."

By the time I stopped talking, my mom's jaw was down on the ground.  I haven't been a fan of my mom since the day my dad and I found her sleeping with Young-Chul, also at the court when my dad wanted to take full custody of me but she accused him of rape and abuse. The police immediately sent him to prison for 25 years with no proof whatsoever, they didn't even ask me if what she was saying was true.

My dad would never lay a finger on me, her or anyone for that matter without their permission first. He is the most respectuous guy ever, everyone in both of our families knew that. We all knew what my mom did was total horse shit and that he didn't do anything to her.

But there's nothing we can do about it now. My family, from both sides, aren't exactly the wealthiest, but not the poorest either. Bailing someone out is expensive as fuck and no one has the money to.

Young-Chul does, but hell will he bail my father out. I seriously do miss my dad.

My mom snatched the map from the pocket of Young-Chul's seat and began reading it over and yelling the directions.

About three hours later, they finally found the house. Young-Chul parked the car on the park way and we all got out of the car.

I dragged my duffle bag to the porch. "Jungkook, stop dragging your bag. I payed 45 dollars for that thing." My mom scolded as Young-Chul unlocked the door and opened it.

As we walked in, I took everything in. I would explain the house in detail for you, but this house is caught up in the wrath and loathe I have for both of these fuckers, so I'm not going to.