Jungkook's Perspective
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I know it's not good to be possessive, but watching Yoongi cry I felt happy to be there comforting him. I carried him to the school office and explained what happened. Well, not what happened exactly, but a safer version.
They lead me into the medical room and I laid him on the bed. I figured since I had already missed twenty minutes of class that saying with him would be fine. His face looked less sad while asleep. I wanted him to always look like that or happier. He deserved to be happy after all of this.
When Yoongi woke up though, he looked sad again. So I was sad.
His mom, had I seen her before? I remember dinner, but something seemed off about her broad smile and general appearance. Her bright purple scrubs probably. I hated the color purple.
After school, I contemplated going to see him, Yoongi.
It was probably better if I didn't. I walked home, my head down with my hair falling into my eyes the whole time. I need to get a hair cut.
My house. My house was an hour walk from the school. I didn't take the bus because I didn't want to go to my house. I felt more at home alone and on the streets. I felt more at home with Yoongi.
I dropped my bag in the doorway and started up stairs. The trip had taken longer today, even though I had left school early I arrived at the usual time.
"Jungkook, come here." I cringed at his voice.
I stopped on the bottom stair and turned towards him. He sat there with his lattest pet at his side.
"The school called, saying you missed school today." My father said matter of factly.
"Yeah." Why did he care now, he never cared about anything.
"Do not speak to me in that tone young man, I am your father and you will respect me." His pet backed a little away from him as to not be in the blunt of his out burst.
"I pay for your food and education and you will graduate top of your class. You will go to your classes every day." He had a habit of yelling. Always yelling. To afraid to hit me.
I remember one night at home, shortly after Mom's funeral, he had been drinking. Whenever he looked at me though, he would start to tear up. Saying that I tricked him into believing she was still here. That I looked too much like her.
I glanced at the woman to his side. Dressed in medical garb. Purple.
I kept staring and soon enough I started to see that face that feminine face thar held Yoongi's eyes without the warm glow of motherly care. It was almost eire.
"What the hell?" I spoke without thinking, my eyes locked with Yoongi's mother's.
"Young man, you do not speak like that in front of me. Come here and sit down. I need to talk to you." My father's voice was rising in volume.
I begrudgingly went to sit on the sofa across from where they sat. Glaring in confusion at that woman who was supposed to be taking care of Yoongi.
"You seem to have taken interest in Seunghee. Why so?" Oh. So you noticed dad? You finally notice your son when he's looking at something of yours.
I ignored him and blatantly looked away from the both of them, I was already done with this conversation.
"Henry,"
I cringed when Seunghee said Fathers name. He was so proud to have a western name. Was always slightly disgusted with Mom's choice to name me after her father instead of like Daniel how he wanted. I liked it, it was a small way of not being his property.
"Jungkook knows my son, so he must be surprised." She spoke while rubbing his thigh, body pressed close to Father's.
"Jungkook, please don't tell Yoongi, he would be so guilty, I'm doing this for him, I want what's best for him."
I ignored her pleas. It wasn't my business what she did to take care of her own matters. I just didn't want Yoongi to be alone, especially right now.
I stood up to go, there was no need for me to be here anymore.
"Where are you going Jungkook, you get back here right now and have a civilized conversation with me." My father kept yelling as I walked out the door. I knew all too well that he would tell for another minute or two, then turn to Seunghee for 'comfort'.
I started my walk to Yoongi's house. He needed someone who wouldn't leave his side eight now. If I needed to, I would never leave him.
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