dreams || JEON JUNGKOOK

11//"Don't get smart with me. I'm the man of this house."//

WARNING: This chapter contains mild violence.

MiHi's POV

Jungkook.

He's very cute. I've seen him in the cafe a few times with his friend.

He has a super adorable smile and very bright eyes.

Once he leaves the cafe with his hot chocolate, I can't help but smile as he walks away. I start to take the order of the person at the counter trying to stay focused on my job and not on the cute boy that made me laugh.

I continue to think about him throughout the rest of my shift, though. He seems like a very nice guy, like someone I would enjoy being friends with someday. I'm too awkward to ever try and make friends with him, though. Our relationship will probably always be strictly fun banter at the counter when he orders.

I walk home as slowly as possible. I look around at the city around me and smile lightly. I wonder if he's going to college? I'm sure he is, he looks about my age. I'm not going to college, though, my family can't afford that. So, I'm working to save up and hopefully go later in life. I'd really like to go and study to foreign languages, but right now that's only a dream...that probably won't come true.

I stop on the sidewalk in front of my house and look up at it. The small smile I kept on my face on the walk here disappears. I don't want to go in and deal with what I know will be inside. I sigh deeply and walk to the door.

"I'm home." I take off my shoes and walk to my room, trying to avoid everyone. I set my bag down and sit at my small desk. I begin to think I may actually be home alone for once, so I may actually get some peace and quiet.

Until I hear a slam.

It was the door.

He's home.

"MiHi!" He shouts through the house.

"I'm in my room," I say back at a normal voice level. I hear his loud footsteps trudge through the house, getting louder and louder as he drawls closer. I hear the steps stop, and I look up to my door to see him standing in the door frame.

"MiHi. Where have you been?"

"Work. Where I always am." I state and turn back to my desk, picking up my sketchbook.

"You need to do some work around this house put that dumb book away." I sigh and rub my eyes.

"Okay." I close my sketchbook and put it to the side. "What exactly would you like me to do?" I say with a bit of attitude as I turn to look at him.

"Don't get smart with me. I'm the man of this house."

"Yeah, man," I mumble under my breath.

"What was that?" He raises his voice a bit.

"Nothing—" before I can finish my sentence, I feel a hand slam across my face.

"Go wash the dishes." And then he's gone. Out of the room leaving me with a red cheek and tears in my eyes. I blink away the tears and wipe away the single one that fell. He hates it if I cry. I hate if I cry. It shows weakness, and I don't want him to see mess weak. I'm scared that if he sees me as weak, he'll hurt me more.

I walk to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

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