You Are My World || Jungkook Fanfiction

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5 years earlier...

I could hear the loud banging on the door of my room accompanied by the angry voice of my father. I closed my eyes and tried to block everything from my world.

Salty tears streamed down my tearducts as I covered my ears with my hands. 'Eomma' I thought. If only my mom was here.

A loud bang was heard as the door swung open and standing on the door was my father, who looked pissed as hell. With every heavy step, he barged his way towards me.

*thud

His great fist landed on my right cheek, leaving a painful bruise on the place where it hit. My tears stopped falling as it was replaced by shock.

This was the first time my father had laid his wrath upon me physically.

"You're a disgrace to this family!" he shouted at me with burning eyes piercing mine. "I am dreadfully displeased of you as my son!"

He was staring at me deadly but I wasn't looking at him. My eyes went far unto the porch of my room.

With gleaming eyes, the figure on my door smirked at me. He was enjoying the scene and I knew.

It was his fault.

My brother...

No, scratch that. He's my step-brother.

Those eyes were filled with evil happiness as he stood there, watching my father punish me with his large fists.

Every blow planted a seed of anger in my soul. Every strike of pain made me hate him, hate them more. Every drop of blood buried me deeper and further from reality.

I was being killed inside, slowly and painfully.

"Jungkook? Are you alright?" Namjoon's voice rang inside my ears. His waving hand snatched me back to my senses.

"Ohh... of course hyung," I replied shakingly as his eyes scanned my face with utter curiousity. "Why? Were you saying something?"

He shook his head in annoyance and scratched the back of his head. "Yes. Were you daydreaming?"

I shook my head in reply. He sighed as he played with the pen which was resting on my office table.

"It's been 5 years, Jungkook," he spoke calmly. "Just forget about it. Look at you! You're already successful as hell!"

Forget? I hope it was that easy.

Patting my shoulder, he looked at me straight into the eye. "Our maknae needs to have a break," he sternly suggested.

Maybe? "Okay," I replied. "I think it will be a good idea." Namjoon was right. I really need to take a break from this world. "A vacation will do, I suppose?"

He nodded. "I already arranged the plans for you," he smiled, winking at me and showing off his cute dimples. "And don't you worry about office stuff. I will be here to fill up your absence for a while."

I gave him a small smile, saying thanks.

"Your flight will be this afternoon so go home and pack," he said beamingly. "Mediterranean Island is good, huh?"

"I guess so," I replied. "Thanks hyung."

He nodded and immediately I took my leave.

*Fastforward

"All passengers are now allowed to exit the plane," the speakers boomed as I descended the aircraft.

Immediately, I found the car that was picking me up and after putting my luggage in the car, I took my seat and he drove.