Black & Pink | Jikook

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"When it comes, to you. There's no crime. Let's take both of our souls, and intertwine. When it comes to you, don't be blind. Watch me speak from my heart. When it comes to you, comes to you..." Jungkook sang as he laid across his bed with a book in his hands.

His father and stepmother hadn't come home from their jobs yet. Which left Jungkook home alone.

He liked it better this way. He could sing as loud as he wanted without being yelled at, or judged.

Jungkook pulled out his mini diary that he had hid from his parents a long time ago. When his mother and father argued it made Jungkook feel alone and scared as a child.

He always wrote down his feelings and hid them away from the world. Everytime his father would hit his mother, he'd write down the date and time. For some reason those dates meant a lot to him when they came back around.

-flashback-

Jungkook heard the front door slam which made little Jungkook start to cry.

He'd know when his dad was drunk.

He knew moments later he'll hear his mother scream and cry. It hurt him to the point where he'd run away.

He was only 7.

He grabbed his tiny pen and ripped a sheet of paper from his coloring book. That's when he started.

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Dady wont stop hiting momy :-(

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He had wrote that on a drawing he'd colored. He couldn't quite spell every word correctly, the only word he knew was stop.

-flashback ends-

Jungkook felt a tear drop onto the lined paper as he wrote.

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Mommy, I really miss you

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-slam-

Jungkook jumped at the slight vibration.

Please go away.

"We're home!" Jungkook's father yelled as he threw groceries onto the dining room table. "Jungkook!"

Jungkook forced himself out of bed and slowly made his way downstairs.

"Ah, there you are. How was school?" His father asked as he gave him a glass of wine.

Jungkook stared at the glass as it was handed to him. "What's this for?" Jungkook's mother would never give him any alcohol to drink.

"It's for you to drank. My boss gave me a promotion so I wanted to celebrate it with a nice dinner with wine." Jungkook didn't like the sound of that. He hated when his father drank.

He hated it.

"No. I'm 17, I can't even drank yet." Jungkook admitted. He knew his father had already known that. He was a grown ass man.

"But I'm your father. I'm giving you my permission. Your mother is okay with this too." Jungkook's father grinned. His grin made Jungkook angry.

Jungkook's mother had passed away. 

"That is not my mother. That's just your wife, and I don't like wine." He excused himself away from the table.

Jungkook had full respect for his father. Only because that was his father and that he lived with him.

Other than that he disliked him.

Jungkook had skipped dinner and stayed locked in his room. He'd missed so many dinners before.

It just never felt like a family.

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Jungkook waited outside, again for that shitty ass school bus. His parents weren't waiting outside with him today.

It was a huge relief for Jungkook. One decent thing was going the way he wanted.

The cold morning air blew briskly making Jungkook shiver. His thin jacket wasn't working for him. He was still chilly.

-beep beep-

The bus driver honked her horn as she drove onto the foggy road. Jungkook was relieved that he didn't freeze to death as he hopped on the bus.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." The bus driver said as she waited for Jungkook to sit in his seat. The younger just nodded and tucked his hands into his pockets.

Jungkook closed his eyes and leaned his head onto the cold and foggy window, trying to warm himself.

-plomp-