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Somehow, I managed to stay calm after a surprise kiss like that. I knew she was drunk. I knew and it hurt. But I ignored that and decided to figure out how I'm going to get her home.

"Jieun, I'm bringing you home now. C-could you tell me your address or something?"

She simply breathed through the nick of my neck, and laughed. "Mm..men who like me..would usually blush after a kiss like that."

I looked at her, she looked at me, barely able to stand on her own. She still had her arm wrapped around my neck, gazing upon me. I decided to look away to stop.

"J-Jieun, you have a boyfriend." she seemed displeased. "Even though he cheated on you, like you said he did, you two should be able to fix it. It's either you fix it or break up."

She became quiet. A little too quiet. I looked at her as she flopped her head onto my shoulder. She fell asleep. Good.

I'd feel bad if I lurked around her purse just to see her address to take her to without her permission, but the situation changed. Whispering 'Mianhe' (sorry) under my breath, I began fumbling for her wallet, there I saw her i.d., and behind it-her home address.

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"Oof-!" I huffed as I managed to open the door to her apartment with her sleeping soundly as I carried her on my back. Gently laying her on her couch in the living room, I decided to catch my breath before I continue.

Seeing her fast asleep made me feel relieved, at the very least, it must mean she's at peace. Meanwhile, I'm still trying to get over that kiss she planted on me. It could be accidental, it could be because she's drunk.

I placed her keys and wallet on top of her coffee table, stealing one last glance from her. I went down on one knee, pushing her hair off her face, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before I went on my way home.

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The only thing on my mind right now was to paint and paint and paint, but I forgot how I slammed the door to my room, ignoring Mom's yelling at me just so I can paint in peace. Was that something too much to ask from her?

As soon as I reached the front yard of my home, I saw Mom pulling out her cigarette from her mouth, pouring herself a glass of soju by her side with her legs crossed in front.

"And where have you been today, hm? Fooling around?" the smirk on her face was replaced by a dark expression. "Well, have it your way." she stood up from her chair, going into the house, leaving me confused.

Slowly, I crept into the house. I was still looking suspiciously at Mom, who seemed to be feeling cheery today.

The moment I entered my room-that's when I found out her reason to be happy. She destroyed every painting I had ever created. Every last canvass torn right in the middle with a knife, my paint brushes lying on the wet floor, broken in half; my colors, spread across the floor, mixing in with the dirt this house had always been consisted of.

Suddenly, a warm breath started speaking from the nick of my neck, followed by a deep chuckle. "Disobey me once more, and this is not the only thing I will do to ruin your life, Jungkook. You may be a Jeon, but you will never be my son."

No matter how much I hated my mother, no matter how much she has thrashed me with everything she could ever hold of when she feels like it-I still yearned for the warm love everyone had from their family. Yet I had never tasted it-not even for a second of my 17 years in life. I can't believe what I'm about to say right now, but-

I want my mother to love me back.

But destroying the only joy life could offer me, I snapped. I have had it. This was the worst punishment I had ever received from her. I have decided; I run away tonight.

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The snore everyone in the neighborhood could clearly hear was a signal that meant she was too deep into her sleep. Knowing her sleeping habits, she's bound to wake up the next day at 9. I took my chance, sneaking into the kitchen to unlock the front door. Clasping my backpack close to my chest, I gulped neevously, afraid she might wake up any second if ever my calculations were wrong.

Eventually, I finally got away. I was now walking to wherever my feet would lead me to. Of course, I knew where; my Art school.

Surprisingly, the lights inside the classroom we paint in is still open. I tried going inside, too bad the door wasn't unlocked. Maybe Mr. Jung forgot to turn the lights off when he left. Sighing in despair, I took a walk around the school to find a vacant room-or even just a bench I could spend the night on.

I came across a dusty, creaking bench in front of a storage room. I was not alienated by the looks of it as I was used to how my own house was full of dirt, never cleaned our whole life. But being afraid of the dark was my problem. I took out a flashlight from my bag to check whether the room was empty-once I was certain, I started creeping into it.

"Jungkook?" the familiar voice sent chills down my spine when I had heard it. Turning the light to the speaker, I sighed in relief to see it was only Lisa, still in the old uniform she was wearing yesterday.

"Don't ever do that again." it came out sounding like an order more than a plead.

"What are you doing here? The school doesn't open until morning comes back." she spoke in a high squeaky voice. Must be the effect of having a quiet surrounding we're currently in.

"Look, Lisa, I appreciate the concern, but now is not the time. I need to sleep."

"Sleep?" she repeated. "In here? There's no way you can survive the night in this school. Even though it is a school, it could be a dangerous place."

I looked at her face, seeing complete innocence and worried eyes from her. Nobody has ever looked at me that way. But what else could she possibly do? I have nowhere to sleep. "Get away from me." was the choice of words I decided on spitting.

"No, Jungkook, you need my help-"

"And what makes you think that?" I spat once more, putting over my protective wall mentally between the two of us, prepared to firre anytime.

"I'm going to stop you from doing something you will regret forever."

I felt more embarrassed each time she had an answer for every retort I fire at her. This was the last bullet. "What?" I scoff. "To stop myself from sleeping in an old-looking school?"

The way she shook her head made me anticipate for her clever answer even more. "There's a better place for you. Come on." she extended a hand, not waiting for me to grab it and led me toward the clinic-where she mended me.

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a/n: a bit corny, i guess . asdfghjkl

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