A/N: WARNING! This chapter contains content that may be disturbing for some readers.
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August was quickly approaching, and although you loved staying in Jihye's house, you had to return to Busan, since that's where your school was. Your parents worked long hours to be able to send you to that prestigious place, and you didn't want to throw away their hard work.
The only problem left was your father. As far as you knew, he still lived in that house.
Jihye gladly drove the three of you back to your home, whose exterior gave you bone-chilling flashbacks to when you were driven out of that place. Since Jungkook was the only who could do the heavy lifting, he took you and your mother's bags and walked up to the front door, which was surprisingly unlocked. Has somebody been here before?
His blood ran cold when he realised the answer to his question. The old man was on the couch, being straddled by a prostitute.
Jungkook cleared his throat, causing the two of them to momentarily pull away from each other.
"Jungkook? Y-You're back," the man gapes, but when the younger female next to him began to palm his crotch, he shooed her out the back door.
He doesn't respond and just allows the heavy air to rush in and out of his nostrils, veins protruding his now pink neck. "You act like you love us and you're worried about our safety when you've just been fucking prostitutes this whole time!?"
"Jung—"
"My real father was crazy, but you ended up being crazy, too!?"
"J—"
"Get out. Y/N and your wife are outside, and they're waiting to enter this house."
"This is my house, too, Jungkook! I can let whoever I want inside or outside!" Your father stood up off the couch, adjusting his belt.
"It's also your wife's house, and you seem to care about her very much," he snaps. "She has kids to feed, and you have women to fuck. I think the first option wins without question."
Jungkook hands the man a series of papers and a pen, and he fumes when he skims through them. "If you're going to make our lives a living hell, I suggest that you sign this for your own safety."
"B-But—"
"No buts. Do it and leave. Now."
The old man scribbled his signature down and stumbled out the backdoor, and Jungkook took that as a sign to go through the front door where you and your mother were standing. "Sorry; I must've taken too long in the bathroom. Our stuff is inside."
You look at Jungkook's visage, which was now contorted from pure rage. You place your soft palm against his chest, and he calms down, taking your hand in his.
Continuing to look down at the cement sidewalk, he allowed all the feelings that he'd buried for the time he spent away to come out and make a soaking mess on your chest.
"Let it out, Honey," you say, massaging his scalp by playing with his soft strands.
It was getting dark outside, so you entered the house which once served as a warm and inviting space for those who entered it. Now, it was almost like a ghost town, and all the memories that you made to cherish earlier withered into dust and faded away in the wind.
You noticed your mother's bare hands as she wiped away the remaining tears from her eyes and held the tiny gold band in between her trembling fingers.
After flicking the switch, sharp mechanical growls consumed it and crushed it into little gold fragments.
You saw her sobbing and breaking down in front of the sink, and immediately went to embrace her from behind. This happened once when you left, but now, when you were back in a place where someone who you loved betrayed you and tore you apart? The feeling was a thousand times worse.
Jungkook noticed this once he was done unpacking his bag and he helped you carry her upstairs, laying her down on the soft mattress before tucking her underneath the blankets and lighting a vanilla candle that you had laying around somewhere.
Placing a kiss on her forehead, you held her hands as she slowly drifted off to dreamland.
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A/N: Coming soon (after this book is finished)
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