Upbringing🌹Taekook🌹

01

It's a common thing for Jungkook's father to go out gambling, he used to go to respectable establishments but those are no longer a possibility. Now he's back to hanging out with an old group of degenerates he calls friends.

There's a big range of types in the people he meets with, from the rich to the poor from murderers to theifs. The only thing that matters to him is if they're willing to gamble. An example of this is Taehyung's father, a well know business man with a very strong need to be dominant.

Today's game of the night was poker and nothing was going in Jungkook's father's favor. He never had the best hand and yet he wouldn't cut off his losses and continued to gamble.

He managed to dig himself into a hole that was about a million dollars steep, about a third of what he had left from his consolation money. In exchange for never contacting their family again Jungkook's step mother's family gave them 50 million.

Everyone payed up and walked out the door, smiles all around, maybe it was the drugs but they were oddly careless for how much they lost. Meanwhile Taehyung's father, the winner, was called aside.

"Hey buddy" Jungkook's father said in a chummy way, the two of them knew each other well, they had even been friends before the marriage.

He knew he couldn't lose that much money in one night, that is if he wanted to continue his life style, so, he struck a bargain. In exchange for his son could his debt from tonight be forgotten.

Now usually the answer would be no, but lately Taehyung has been complaining to him about wanting a new pet. Apparently his last one broke too quickly, he had a strong body but weak mind.

Taehyung's father said "yes," he just wants his son to shut up and leave him alone.

They set up a time in which the product would be delivered to Taehyung's house before going their separate ways.

"Get down here," Jungkook's father yelled out as he stumbled into the house, still drunk from the night of drugs, alcohol, and gambling.

Jungkook slowly crept down the stairs, the floor boards creaked but his steps themselves made no noise.

As Jungkook stepped onto the floor he looked to his father. He began to walk to the table as he was motioned to.

"Eat thus," the old man said a bad slur of his voice as he tossed a bag of fast food onto the table.

Jungkook was sceptical, he wasn't fed much at all, let alone warm fast food.

"Eat goddammit," the voice rang out as a fist slammed against the table making Jungkook jump.

Jungkook quickly scrambled for the bag and began eating. At the same time his father checked him out. A thin body, dirty, and skittish, just like a weak stray.

It was such a bad trade and in favor of him to boot. It made him feel like he did well and a creepy smile came to his face.

"Hurry and sleep once your done", the old man said stumbling out of the room and passing out face first on his bed.

Jungkook finally was able to relax, even if just a bit. He slowly ate all the food and cleaned up before going to lay down.

He laid for hours before finally falling into nightmares. Though his sleep, like always, was short lived as he soon woke up in sweat.

Jungkook got up and went down to the kitchen, his throat was dry and his body hot so he poured himself a cup of water.

He began to drink when the front door slammed, he stumbled a bit, spilling some water on himself. He looked down to his stained white shirt and torn pants, old clothes that his father no longer wanted.

Jungkook gulped down the rest of the water before slowly walking back to his room, swaying from side to side with each step.

His days are always spent in his room. Jungkook's not allowed to go outside but it's not like he has any motive to, he doesn't have any friends. Over the years he's been conditioned to think "why should I go outside."

No one's ever tried to help him before, even the government ignores the obvious lie that he's happily homeschooled. But that's the power of money and underground connections, right?

Jungkook sat completely still, not thinking of anything, just practicing for what he figured was bound to happen later.

That's why he was surprised when his father barged into his room. Instead of quietly dragging him away as usual he tossed a bag onto his bed.

"Get ready were going to my friends house" he said leaving the room seconds after he entered.

Jungkook crawled over and inspected the bag, it was filled with a fast food burger, shampoo, and a new outfit.

He ate the burger quickly before taking a shower and scrubbing of a layer of dirt and dead skin. It had been awhile since he actually had a proper shower with shampoo and everything.

He stepped out of the tub and avoided looking into the mirror, he hated seeing the scars and how fragile his body looked.

He threw on the clothes that were in the bag, just a white tee, some black pants and slip-on vans.

Jungkook half jumped down the stairs not wanting to make his father wait any longer. He looked Jungkook up and down and just kinda shrugged, good enough he said to himself.

They left as soon as Jungkook's father finished chugging his beer. Jungkook's first time out in many months.