Good Timing ~ yoonkook ff 🖤

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: Jungkook back story, also his POV:

"Appa!" I screamed as I witnessed my father murdered and shot by none other than his own wife, my mother. She claimed it was 'self-defense' when it was only her abusive and murderous ways.

Tears streamed down my tanned cheeks, I could barely see due to my blurry eyes and long hair that hung in front of my face. I slid over to my dad, who also had tears in his eyes while he held his bleeding stomach. I put my hand over his bloody hand that covered the wound, I didn't know what to do at the moment since I've never experienced something like this; also the fact that I'm in complete shock.

I quickly turned my head to my mom who was shaking, but her face showed no remorse. Her face looked blank as if nothing had happened. I turned my focus back to my dad whispering reassuring words like: "It's an okay dad." "you're safe." "everything will be okay." and "you'll live, I promise." I wish all the things I was saying were true. I hoped it was true. I left my dad's side searching for my phone.

panicked, I took the mobile device in my shaking hand. Not even a second before dialing the first digit, I heard another shot being fired. I turned to my dad who slowly closed his eyes. I hurriedly dialed the rest of the 112 number, but now it was just hopeless,
but at least I'm still trying. I ran to my dad, the phone still on hand and to my ear, my free hand putting pressure on the wounds.

"h-hell-hello?!" I spoke into the phone "This is 112, what is your emergency?" the dispatcher calmly asked.

"m-my m-mom sh-" is all I managed to say between tears and panic.

"Sir I need you to breathe and calm down for me please."

"How the hell can I calm down when my mother just shot my dad in front of me?!" I asked emotions flooding in all at once.

"What is your address?"

"um- 6969 Crusty lip st."

"The police will be on the way. Please stay on the phone with me for now. what happened?" the dispatcher remained calm.

"m-my mom tried to k-kill me but my dad p-pushed me out the way and got shot." I continued to stutter while crying, I felt empty. My dad was the only person that was actually nice to me, which actually protected me.

Not long after I had answered the question, I heard police sirens. I looked at my mom with puffy red eyes. She stared at me and my dad with tears brimming her eyes, but still had an angry look at the same time.

Hesitant, she dropped the gun, taking off the black dish gloves she'd worn before everything went down.
My mother dropped the gloves on the floor, dashing out the back of the house.

I looked at my dad who was long gone by now. I leaned back, my back hitting the tile counter front. A loud bang coming from the door, the police barged into the house.

Police and paramedic took my dad to the paramedic vehicle, even though they knew better that he was dead, and there was no luck in saving him. The police got me up by the arms and took me to the back of another paramedic vehicle. They questioned me because they thought I killed my father "You can check the cameras in my d-dads office." Is all I said when they asked where my mother went. One police officer looked to his work partner. One of them walked into the house after asking me where my dad's office was.

They let me go after I lied, saying my aunt lived right around the corner and I'm able to just walk there.

~month later~

Jk pov:

5 minutes left still...

I sat in class twirling my pencil in my left hand while the teacher was picking on Jackson and lecturing him in front of the whole class.