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Jeon Jungkook.

D-3, 10th October 2017.

There came the next morning and there was Jungkook who was digging up a hole by the backyard of his house, estimating the perfect fit to place the dead body of his father in. Digging it deep enough, he went back inside the house carrying the dead body from the pool of blood that had dried up on the floor. He didn't felt anything; any sadness nor pain. His gaze couldn't get any more lifeless as he looked at the dead body of his father in front of him, after he placed it in the hole. He spent the whole night last night crying. How did the day go from smiles and laughter to frowns and sadness? His tears were no longer flowing, dried all of them up last night. He couldn't help but to feel betrayed by his own mother that had left him alone. To the woman that he had loved most, that he had waited for to come back and save him, that he wanted to create new memories with, he couldn't believe how easy it was for her to leave him alone. And so he thought to himself, if he didn't do it, if he just stood there and just watch the both of them argue, his mom getting abused by his father again, what would have been different?

He went back inside the house again, going back to his room that he had long not gone in. Nothing changed. His father didn't disturb his room, not a tiny bit. Jungkook went to open the closet door to see his clothes still there, the way it was before he left, just a lot more dustier. He took out a shirt of his and took out a pair of trousers. He got out of the shirt he was in and changed into them, not forgetting to dust them off first. Taking the clothes he was wearing before with him, he went to the kitchen to take the box of matches which was still there from the last time he remembered, and a bottle of gasoline that he noticed his father had at the side of the kitchen, and brought it with him outside again. Throwing his clothes over his father's dead body, he opened the lid of the gasoline bottle and pour it all over in the hole. He then took out a stick from the match box and lit it up as it catches on fire straight away. Without hesitating, he threw it into the hole as the fire got big in seconds, burning his clothes and the clothes of his father as well. Jungkook went back in the house as he dropped to the floor and sighed, pressing his hands on the temples of his head. Was this the right thing to do? Will things be okay from now on?

His memories slowly trailed back from him stabbing his father to him watching his mother getting hit by his father, to him taking a cab to his house and all the way back to the restaurant where he was looking at the polaroids before receiving a text from his mother. Polaroids? Just then, he remembered that he had brought the polaroids with him so Jungkook quickly stood up and went to the door, searching for it on the ground and there it was, scattered all over the ground, some dirt got onto them with some parts crumpled here and there. Jungkook picked all of them up as he brushed off the dirt on the photos. He almost forgot about them for a while because of the mess he just created. He looked at the polaroids and wondered what ever happened to the boys after he left. Ae they all still together now? Or were they separated now? What were they doing? Should he give the boys a call or should he visit them back? He walked back in to the backyard of his house again to see the fire growing stronger as smoke begin to rise. He didn't want to see how his father was slowly melting away, turning into ashes.

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Next day again as Jungkook got out from the shower room and head towards his room. It's the third day since he last ate nor drank anything and all he had in his thoughts was how he could meet all of them again and eat together, hopefully. Unlike yesterday, Jungkook felt a tiny bit happier as he picked up the polaroids of the boys and place it in his bag. Walking to the bus terminal, he went to buy a ticket to go back to Seoul then back to Goyang-si and meet the his hyungs. He closed his eyes, resting throughout the whole ride as he thought about his father that he had buried at his backyard. Never had he thought he'd dare to do this but he did and he still felt anxious. If he told the boys about what he did, will they be by his side and comfort him? Or will they run away just like how his mom did?