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15 | portals and demons

From June 27 to July 26, damn I published 15 chapters! *crazy dancing lol* This is the last draft on my phone right now and I'm feeling generous today lol. 3 chapters were published today guys *woot woot* so y'all vote for the sake of this book.

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We're in Mandeok- dong, Bukgu, Busan, South Korea.

From where we are, the neighborhood just describes how amazing Jungkook's childhood was. That day, we went by to his preschool to his middle school, until his highschool ground. We had a couple of talks with his teachers back then. It turns out, aside from PE and Music, he doesn't really like studying other subjects but ended up passing anyways. Johnnie kept on bragging about how he was one of the top students and Jungkook just rolled his eyes at him jokingly and I just laughed.

It was already night. Pretty much, because of our exhaustion of tracking his schools and experiences, we decided to head at his home to rest. Right now, we're at his front yard eating pizza. Johnnie went inside to finish up his shot films so we were left alone with two boxes of hawaiian pizza. Did I forget to mention, Bukgu has a lot of pizza places?

We were both sitting by the table overlooking the street lights of his cozy neighborhood. I was sipping sprite and him with canned coke enjoying the silence. I know this isn't healthy, I know but it's been ages since I had these swirling on my stomach. Let this day be an exception. We were sitting there comfortably when he decided to break the silence.

"Before.." He started to speak and I shot my attention at him. "I felt like an orphan."

I feel my insides turned to a knot at what he said. He deeply sighed and took a gulp at his coke and emptied it on one go. He wasn't looking at me.

"I-uh.. I rarely see them home. Both of my parents."

He bent down and pulled out soju from somewhere down the table and pulled out two shot glass.

"Jungkook.. You shouldn't drink at this time." I say as he continued to pour the liquor.

"No it's okay. I can manage. So where was I?" He questions more to himself. "Oh yeah. Both my mom and dad were rarely home. I was all alone. Ever since middle school, I hated going home. What? Who would be happy going to a house with no one but furnitures and book? I hated the feeling of being left out. I had to knock on Aunt Liz's, my father's sister, door every night and she would gladly took me in and I always ended up sleeping at my cousin's room."

He took one shot. And the knot in my stomach began to tighten as memories from my childhood started stabbing me.

I was just like Jungkook.

Broken inside. Dead inside.

"I know the feeling." I said and drank soju hissing at the sour and metal taste of the beverage.

This time, he looked at me with his ears already red. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah" I replied, "My father was a hypocrite."

He laughed and I continued to look at the streetlights.

"Our parents are hypocrites." He almost whispered and continued, "I always ask myself. What did I do to deserve all this? If they badly wanted to get rid of me, at least they wouldn't have to hurt me like this. I was sixteen when I learned that I have half brothers. My mom popped out that day and told me to get my luggage and go to my half brother's home because she doesn't want to be a burden to his sister in law who at that time had an average life that's just enough to support my cousin. I was guilty that I had to squeeze myself at aunt Liz's home all the time. I was angry at my mom. She left me for years then she suddenly pops out of nowhere and to what? Tell me that I have half brothers and expect me to go all happy? I didn't wanna go but a pang of guilt hit me right to my chest. I don't wanna be a burden to Aunt Liz, she doesn't deserve all this."