| Abused Love | {vkook/taekook ff}

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(on the phone)
"yeah i fucking can! this cottage isn't yours, it was my uncles! i'm not coming back.. im never coming back. i'll live on my own i don't fucking care anymore! you call yourself a father? go to hell! you and mom can go to hell!"

"don't you even speak like that to me. have you little party jungkook, enjoy your last free times at that stupid cottage that you think is yours, have fun drinking and getting high like we've always taught you NOT to do, you're a disgrace to our family. i'll make sure to teach you a lesson, you've made a huge fucking mistake jungkook, huge."

the phone call abruptly ended. the phone slid from my hands and fell to the floor, and so did i. i sat on the floor in with my knees to my chin, letting my tears fall down my cheeks. i stared at the blank wall in front of me as the memories of my father returned to my mind.. the day i got back after those two month of being gone..

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i opened the front door, i saw my mother dropped her glass of wine, shattering all over the floor. she started crying and covered her mouth. my dad wasn't anywhere to be seen..

"jungkook? where have you been!" she ran and hugged me, i hugged back hesitantly.

"i've been anywhere but here." she let go, frozen in place,

"but why? it's been 2 months! why did you not come home!"

"because he's a disgrace." a low unsettling voice arose. i adverted my gaze to my angry father, his neck veins popping out. "our son, that i thought we have been raising to be successful is fucking scum! underaged drinking, smoking.. and hiding all of this right under our fucking noses!" he slid the vodka bottles and cigarettes off the kitchen table, sending them shattering all over the floor. i jumped at the loud noise but took a deep breath.

he stomped towards me, i covered my face with my arms as his fist cane crashing down on them, he kicked me in the gut making me double over in pain. my mother just stood back and watched.. he continued to wail on me until my blood was making too big of a mess that he wanted.

"get up. get the fuck up jungkook!" i stood up, gripping my ribs as i leaned against the wall. my father grabbed me by my jacket and pulled me up the stairs, he tossed me carelessly into my empty room and slammed the door (locking it from the outside). "you get to come out when i say, you get to eat, drink, and use the bathroom, WHEN I SAY. you will go to school, do your fucking work and come back home and do more work. no son of mine will be a fucking drunk failure!"

he stomped away down the hall, i had no strength to even cry. but i knew, i had to get out of there.

and that's what i did.

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who the hell knows how my father found out i've been staying at my uncles cottage since then.. but he would come back for me, no doubt he would. that's why i already have an apartment away from here, down town. this cottage was just somewhere temporary until i finally got my shit together and rented an apartment. i was now legally old enough to live on my own, i was 18 and going to be graduating high school this year. i don't have to go back to my parents ever again.. and that took so much weight off my shoulders.

i took a swig from my beer bottle and set it down, i got up and sighed. i had to get this place ready for the party tonight, i was running out of time. this cottage was huge, perfect for a party to be held. i imagined it, this very room filled with all the people i would most likely never see again after high school, everyone would be happy, let lose and have a good time.

"okay, let's do this."

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"okay, let's do..... this!" jin said, handing me another outfit. "i think this would look SO good together, don't you think?" i looked at the clothes he was holding in front of me,