The House

Because He Meets Evil, He Needs You...More Than Ever

Jungkook P.O.V

   I was laying down on my side and looking at t.v.  Ever since I woke up, I've been looking at t.v. nonstop since it was Saturday and all the cartoons came on in the morning. I felt my phone vibrate, glanced at it and then I looked back at the t.v. What was going at the moment was that Team Rocket, who will once again fail in taking their Pokémon, was tailing Ash, Iris and Cilan.  A commercial popped up when Team Rocket said their most famous line. "And we're blasting off againnnnn!"

   I looked at the watch on my wrist and sighed. "I guess it's time for me to go give dad his lunch." In a dream, mommy said to take care of dad because now that she's gone, he won't do it. "I'm leaving the task of taking care of your father to you." She said with a smile. So, I did what she told me. It's always the same cycle every day.

   I make him his breakfast, lunch and dinner but it's the same results every day. He never eats and I'm afraid he's going to kill himself by over working like he does. If I'm being honest, he never leaves his study. Like...never. I hardly see him. He practically lives in that room. I can just imagine the horrors that's going on in there.

   I shook away the horrid thoughts that was floating around in my head and made my way to the kitchen. Today, I'm going to make Kimchi fried rice. It took me a couple days and stuff popping on me to get things right. I'm no longer afraid of cooking now. Granted, it doesn't mean my food always turn out well but it's getting better. It's not all the way black like it was in the beginning.

   I got a tall glass and poured him some orange juice. Getting the food tray, I placed the food on it and slowly made my way to the study. Knocking on the door, I said, "Excuse me." And made my way in. Dad makes me say that whenever he was in the room in case he was busy with something. He said it was also to prep me for when I start working. While I was walking to his desk, I looked around suspiciously. It wasn't messy or smelled horrible. It was very cleaned for someone who stays in the room day in and day out.

   Even his desk was clean except for two huge stacks of paper on either side of him. It was just towering over him and looked like it could fall at any minute. I'm being serious. The stacks were tittering back and forth very dangerously. He's going to be buried. Absolutely buried. His back was facing me, and he was looking out the window. "Here's your lunch." I placed the tray in what little space was free. Good thing it wasn't a large food tray.

   He was still looking out the window, not bothering to look at me. He was very quiet. Its like he wasn't even breathing. I was starting to feel scared because that wasn't like him. I step closer and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Dad...?" Before I knew what happened, I was thrown on the floor. Papers was falling everywhere.

   I could only lay there in shock. Dad has never treated me this way before. He took the food tray and tossed it at me. I flinched when it missed me by an inch and lost my breath.

   "Why-why-why-why are you doing this?" I heard my voice quivering and my body was trembling. He started to walk towards me all scary like. "It has finally hit me. After all this time, I know now." He started pointing at me. "It's your fault."

My fault? What is he talking about?

   "Don't act all innocent. You know what you did. The reason why my wife isn't here anymore, it's all your fault! If you did not call her, she wouldn't have left the way she did. She would still be here. I've been wondering why you keep trying to bring me stuff and now I know that you're trying to make up for what you did but it won't work. I won't be fooled!" He started pacing back and forth.