My Light || A Jeon Jungkook Fanfiction

ᴘ ʀ ᴏ ʟ ᴏ ɢ ᴜ ᴇ : ʜɪᴍ

ᴛʜᴇ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ 

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ʙɪɢ, ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏ sᴍᴀʟʟ

Begin - BTS

Third-person POV

"Jeon Jungkook, you useless son of a bitch!" A man in his fourties spat towards the said quivering 15-year-old. The man scoffed, drawing the cigarette bud closer to his chapped lips before deliberately puffing the smoke directly at the younger.

"No wonder your mother left you" he harshly yanked a fistful of Jungkook's hair, making screams echoed once again throughout the night. "A disgrace! A fucking brat!" He continued while tears ran down Jungkook's pale and swollen cheeks. "P-Please-" Jungkook managed to squeaked out, earning a slap across his cheek.

Jungkook was scared. No. He was scared to death, terrified for his life. Who wouldn't be? But for Jungkook, his father's behaviors weren't something unusual. It happened every single day, but today was the worst for him.

"Please? Ha!" His father heartlessly mocked as he got up on his feet and began kicking Jungkook, who tried to shelter his head from every blows.

Why?  That one word danced wildly in his mind. He asked, he wondered, he questioned just why he has to endure the pain.

He yearned to be free from his father's abusive ways, he wanted a normal life.

A few years ago, he was happy. His father wasn't always like this. He changed ever since his mother left them both out of the blue to be with a richer man. Heartbroken, Jungkook's father channelled out all his fury on drinking day and night.

But rather sadder to hear, anger could also turn into agression. Thus, his father found his new sport, a new source of adrenaline to keep him occupied and distracted from his wife's choice.

And poor Jungkook was his only punching bag.

// ᴛ ɪ ᴍᴇ s ᴋ ɪ ᴘ //

Jungkook's POV

My breaths are restless after father decides that I've had enough, but deep down I know that he'll come back again later for more. He always does.

Everything is spinning and everywhere hurts. I can still see those damn murderous eyes in my head and my ears are humming such loud pitchy whistle-like sound. I'm scared.

"I-I'm sorry." I sob out quietly while keeping my legs close to my chest as I sit alone in the dark space I call my room. My eyes travel towards the mirror across me. My reflection perfectly shows just how pathetic I look.

I feel so tired, I think to myself as I slowly allow the weight of my eye lids take over. No, I can't sleep now. Father might kill me!

My intentions' are right but my body says otherwise.

Maybe...I can just doze off ? It wouldn't hurt to, would it?

Right, I'll count to ten and then I'll keep my eyes open for the rest of the night. I assure myself with my plan and close my eyes as I start counting.

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