Neptune~ (Jeon Jungkook)

3: Tomorrow

Jungkook POV

As I got home, I felt at ease. It was the first time since years that I've felt a little bit better about myself. I smiled at the thought of her teasing me and my heart beats accelerated again.

I could smell smoke and alcohol, and I immediately rubbed that smile off my face, not wanting my father to see it. He, however, seemed to somehow notice my happiness and got mad again. With wobbly legs, he stood up from the sofa that I never sat on. He made his way to me and I stood still, not bothering to move, as he was so drunk that he probably would pass out on the way over.

He pointed with a finger vaguely in my direction as he rubbed his eyes to try to look at me. "Where the fuck have you been? And why are you wet?!" He got closer and I stepped a step back, staring at his pathetic form. I didn't answer him and just stared at him in disgust.

As he speaks,his accentuation wasn't clear but I could clearly hear his words and they kept ringing in my head.

"Don't give me that fucking look, as if... I'm a disappointment..... you are the fucking disappointment here... couldn't even save your sister, you bastard... Sarah..." he held his head and groaned in frustration.

"Don't you dare say her name in front of me." My voice was cold and steady as I watched him glare at me and raising his fist.

I didn't move. I needed the pain.

It distracted me from how fucked up my life is. When his fist hit my lip I could taste the blood on the corner of my mouth. I stood up straight again, feeling heated and devastated at the same time.

"Is that all you've got?! Hit me again", i growled and he immediately punched me in the eye and in the stomach at the time. I fell to the floor, holding my stomach, that had been stained of bruises before he hit me. I clenched my fists, restraining myself from hitting him back.

I'm not that low.

"I fucking hate you", I whispered as he passed out, while raising his fists again, and landed on the floor by my side.

It's funny, how he looked exactly like the man I once loved, when he was unconscious. He looked almost innocent, pure, like he would never do anyone any harm. He looked like he was able to love and
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regret.

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Your POV

"Hi Eomma!", I screamed as soon as I got home and opened the fridge in the kitchen.
The first place I always went to, when I got home was the fridge. Food is my highest priority.

She held her heart and let a string of curse words leave her lips while she glared at me with disgust. She looked me up and down and asked with dismay:

"Why the fuck are you dripping?!" I just laughed, like she told a good joke and she looked at me like I was insane.

"Well, long story short, I fucking saved a life today!", I said proudly and grinned at her, expecting to be highly praised for being such an awesome daughter.

"Don't curse so much and get changed before you get sick and I have to cook shit for you." She makes a pitiful face, as if cooking was the worst thing, people ever invented. Which it was, when you tasted her food.

I pouted and went into my room, immediately throwing myself on my bed and grinning again. It was the happiest day of my life, despite the fact that I almost drowned.

I quickly checked my phone and saw that I had gotten a message from Ella.

'hey stupid... so I met Jimin today and he asked if we could go out AAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAH RIDICULOUS, HUH?! well, I said yes tho ^^ don't hit me, I know we've only met him today, but he's just so cute, like ooooooh ma gawd'

I cringed at her fan girling and closed my phone, not bothering to reply back. That was how it worked. The other one never replied back.

I sighed as I replayed the day in my head, happy how it turned out.

I fucking love helping people.

I woddled my legs and arms in the air, excited about tomorrow and a smirk appeared on my face now.

Oh he doesn't even know yet.

I suddenly started laughing frantically and choked on my own saliva. Almost dying during my cough fit, I facepalmed myself.
That hurt.

But I soon started grinning again, imagining his eyes and his little smile, the first one I'd seen from him. So cute.

Just like a cute, fluffy, little bunny.

I facepalmed myself again at the thought of it, this time it hurt even worse, but my heart was beating so fast, that I frankly didn't care.

I replayed the scene, where I touched his arm.

Well, that was nerve-wrecking. At least he wasn't grossed out.

I turned to the side, still in my dirty, drenched clothes as I slowly drifted to sleep, hating myself the day after for the wet clothes.
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A/N:

Sorry, this is just a little filler chapter, but I have everything planned out. Next one's gonna be romantamazing :) √

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He kinda looks like a samba teacher
Tae be creeping in the back tho ^^

Angry kookie it the cutest thing I've ever seen *.*

Annyeong

-Sarah