BTS Jungkookie ONESHOTS ♡

Brother over guns

Y/n's POV

"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" My mother scolded and I rolled my eyes. I went to my room and slammed the door. I just got scolded because I just got home from a party and came back with a hickey on my neck. Damn Jinwoong for making this.

Suddenly before I could plopped down on my bed, my door was opened and my mom came in furiously. "I changed my mind, get out of the house instead. I'm tired of making money for you just to spend it on useless stuffs and instead of helping me, you do your stupid JustinSeagull game" she said and took out a luggage.

She packed everything inside and pushed the luggage towards me. She took out another bag and put more of my stuff inside. I was just standing there in shock. "YOU CAN'T JUST KICK ME OUT! THIS IS MY HOUSE NOT YOURS!" I shouted and pushed her until she fell.

At the same time, my father came in and glared at me. "JEON Y/N! APOLOGIZE NOW!" He shouted and it was the first time he shouted at me. My eyes widened and I looked down guiltily but then I looked back up because I realized, I have no reason to be guilty.

"SHE WAS GONNA KICK ME OUT! DAD! THIS IS OUT HOUSE! NOT YOUR SLUT'S HOUSE!" I shouted back and he yelled at me. "I SAID APOLOGIZE NOW!!" He yelled and I rolled my eyes. Before I could do anything else, he slapped me across the room.

I held my cheek that was slapped and glared at him. "So you trust your second wife who just got married to you 3 months ago rather than you child that has been with you forever? You're SOOOO GREAT!" I said sarcastically.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" The slut said. "YOU DON'T EVEN WORK, YOU'RE JUST A SUGAR BABY FOR MY DAD" I insulted her and I knew that it was true. My dad became a sugar daddy after my REAL mom passed away,

We were depressed for more than 2 years but then he suddenly became a changed man, he drinks, work and get laid every night. I grabbed my luggage and went out of the door. I didn't say anything and just called a taxi and he brought me to the airport.

"I'm gonna see you soon bro" I muttered and dialed my brother, who was adopted before my real mom and dad had me. He was also kicked out at He age of 16, and I was 12 that time. It's 10 years later now and I haven't talk to him for a year.

We promised to each other that we would call each other at least once every week but then he started to get busy so I didn't bother calling him anymore. I don't even know what's his job.

"Hello?" An unfamiliar woman's voice asked.

"Hi, can I know where's Jeon Jungkook?" I asked politely.

"Please wait for a while," she said "Mr.Jeon, your phone was ringing so I picked it up and this girl is looking for you" she said in the background.

"Hello, who's this?" He asked. Did he really not save my number?

"Oh, Kookie, I got kicked out, I'm coming to busan to find you, send me your address" I said

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" He shouted.

"Your sister, Y/n" I answered, quite scared from his sudden outburst.

"OMG Y/N! I'M SO SORRY!" He apologized.

"It's fine" I said

"Anyway, you're coming to busan?! I'll pick you up from the airport." He said

"Can't believe you didn't save my number" I muttered

He chuckled "Sorry Sis, my phone got broken last time and all my contact names were gone" he explained.

"Oh, it's fine then" I smiled