𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

스물 여덟

❝this is reality, just not from my perspective.❞

I stare at seokjin as he dresses up for our date. I told him we were going to a super fancy restaurant, wait tills he sees how beautiful the place is.

however, a phone interrupts my 'adoring seokjin' moment, and he picks it up.

"it's mine, and it's jimin! I'll be back," he says before he leaves the room.

I flop down onto seokjin's bed, inhaling his scent from the blanket. maybe I should just let him move into my bedroom; it's already been about eight months. and we're in love.

he comes back and looks at me with a sad look.

"what is it, baby?"

I get up, and he steps closer to me, sitting beside me.

"it's... It's about your mom, gguk."

"what?"

"jimin couldn't get a hold of you, so..." he trails off, grabbing my hand and holding onto it.

"jungkook, your mom has been sent to the hospital from a serious head injury." seokjin states as he rubs my knuckles.

"i- I have to go." I say as I get up, grabbing my car keys and phone. seokjin stands up as well and grabs my wrist.

"well, wherever you're going i'm going with you; you are not leaving me in the dark anymore, gguk." he says, brows lowered. almost like he's threatening me. well, with no threat.

"when have I ever left you in the dark, jinnie?" I ask, cocking my head.

"that one time, you had asked me where hyunsik was staying. you never told me the reason why and coincidentally the next day he ends up on the news, with them claiming that he is dead." he points out, his grip on my wrist tightening.

I stay silent.

"okay, go with me then." I reply. and he releases his grip, grabbing his stuff too.

I leave the room in a hurry, and I knew exactly who the fuck I was going to have a short little chat with.

I run out the apartment, in a hurry, in a flash.

nobody hurts my mother; not a single fucking soul can touch my mother.

seokjin follows up behind me as we get into my car.

-

I knock onto the apartment door a few times before opening the door. it was unlocked.

"how did you know the door was unlocked, jk?" seokjin questions as his hand lays on my shoulder.

"didn't."

he makes a face but pulls back his hand. we step inside, and empty beer bottles are scattered all over the place, along with dirty unwashed clothes and old gross stains.

just as how I remembered it.

we get to the living room, and I feel rage course through my veins as I see who sits in front of me. a pig, a dirty fucking bastard who was asleep.