Heartbeat ◆ JiKook

"Heartbeat" Part One

This is gonna be Jungkook's pov, mostly. And Excuse my english and wrong spellings or grammar. hihi 

-author maj ♚

"Heartbeat"

By: Ephemeraljoy
Propertyofjimjams

"Jungkook we're not done talking!"

There was a loud crash that echoed around the house. The black haired boy instinctively move his feet in a fast pace in attempt to outran his father. He needed to reach the vicinity of his room to keep him shielded from any form of attack from the man who deemed he had raised him. His heart was beating fast, shoulders stiff as if preparing for a battle.

"Jungkook! You son of a bitch! You're fucking useless!"

As fast as the speed of light he halted, he was at least a meter away from his bedroom. He was so close but the words... Son of a bitch kept ringing in his head. His hand closed into a fist and the other tightened its grip at his guitar strap over his chest, the veins in his arms were bulging and he gritted his teeth from the sudden surge of anger coursing through his veins. He spun around in his heel only to be punched on his cheek, the strong impact caught him off guard as he hit the concrete wall. He could hear the cracking of his wooden guitar in the instant it collided with the wall. He mentally cursed as he spat out the blood at the floor and touched his jaw as he steadied himself. He glared daggers at his infuriated father. The latter was almost red seething in anger, his eyes were blazing, Jungkook was scared to come near the fire his father was emitting. The middle-aged man was ready to discipline.

"Did you see what you've done? You just don't know how to properly use that brain of yours? Why are you so stupid!" The man snarled pushing the black-haired boy to the wall.

Jungkook, despite his heart beating with tremendous fear, was able to push the man back. "I know what I did! I will do what I fucking want without your consent because this is my life, not yours!" He retorted almost growling out the words. He honestly did not know where he got the courage to scream at his father, he really doesn't. Usually, he'd let the latter yell at him, degrade, criticize him freely without putting up resistance but now he had enough, after a year of his father's absence he became bolder.

His father shook his head in great disapproval, his eyes traveled from the boy to the strap he was clutching on. He immediately grabbed the strap with all his power and successfully pulled it off Jungkook's upper body. "You're wasting your time with this? With worthless gigs and stupid tattoos?! Do you think this will feed you?! This--"He zipped the bag open then pulled out the guitar raising the instrument by holding its long fretted neck and without blinking an eye he crashed it against the opposite wall repeatedly with vigor until the neck broke from the body, the only thing connecting the broken fragments were the six strings that had not snapped. Jungkook watched as his dreams crumble, his beloved guitar crashed along with his heart. "--won't hinder my dreams for you! You will listen to me!" He demanded after he threw the broken guitar straight to the floor.

Jungkook's knees buckled before it gave out, he stared at his guitar lifelessly. Perhaps it's ridiculous but he loved his guitar with all his heart, it was the only thing he had when he's alone. And he's always alone, always.

"But since you're so hard-headed you'll pay the consequences of your stupid actions! Pack your things, tomorrow you'll be leaving. I'll see you at breakfast Jungkook." The man said before retreating to his own room.

Jungkook quietly picked up his guitar and its cover. He immediately fled to his room shutting the door close as he clutched the guitar over his chest. Tears flowed out of his eyes as he cried, he rarely cries, he learned how to hold it in after his nanny had died-the real one who took good care of him-but his guitar was also special, it held meaning in his monochromatic life.