Her Saviour - Jeon Jungkook fanfiction

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Waking up felt more of a task today than ever. You had always dreaded going to school, seeing as you had no social life, no friends, and how you would spend most of your free time in the library, hidden behind the large shelves, your nose buried in a book. You would often get picked at in class for your nerdiness but you always found it amusing how some idiots would make fun of you, just because you were smarter than them, which is why you didn't pay any heed to their words and just distanced yourself from all of them. It was very entertaining when they would all rush to you when they needed help with their homework or a partner for their assignments, but you would just pretend you couldn't hear them. Which explains why you were also protected from, and clueless of, the very contaminated and vulgar topics that present 15 year old sophomores in high school would talk about. You were more interested in studying so you could get into a good college and start your own business just like your father, and stand on your own two feet.

You trudged down stairs after cleaning up, and saw the whole house was still a mess. You sighed and started cleaning up the glass shards of both, the vase and the bottles, careful not to cut yourself. After almost an hour of cleaning the floor up and making sure no glass shard was left, you begin cooking some breakfast. You didn't know who else was at home, so you just made yourself 1 scrambled egg, as your cereal had finished, and quickly scarfed it down. You proceeded to wash your plate and yesterday's dishes, as your stomach grumbled loudly, making you sigh. You hadn't eaten anything except a sandwich yesterday and you didn't even know if you were getting any dinner today. With that thought you rummaged through the cabinets and fridge, and found some kimchi, and uncooked rice. You decided you would just make a simple dish of kimchi fried rice for dinner.

In the midst of cooking, you saw your father stumbling down the stairs. You ran to him when he slipped and fell.

"Dad! Are you ok-?"

"Stay away from me! Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" he yelled at you. "I don't want to see your face!"

Your heart hurt at his words, but you ran back to the kitchen, keeping your tears at bay, and continued cooking, despite your blurry eyes.

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Jimin came home at 10 pm. You were so glad to see him that you almost jumped on him the moment he stepped in. You shed the tears you had been holding in all day as your father yelled at you and ordered you around the house. Jimin just sighed and rubbed your back, trying to comfort you the best he could.

You served him a large serving of kimchi fried while you just took the leftover smaller serving. He looked at your plate and dumped some of his rice onto it to equal the amount of food on both the plates.

"Oppa! You need more food! You've worked so hard! First you went to school and then you went to your job. You must be so tired and hungry! Please have more-"

"Chaeyoung." you heard him say sternly, which made you stop your rambling and look at him with a pout.

"We've both worked hard. You have been working all day to keep this massive house clean and have even cooked dinner. I know you're exhausted. You need lots of food too. So please let's eat and go to sleep quickly. Okay?" Jimin asked gently.

You pouted but still nodded and started eating.

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This routine continued everyday for the next 2 months. You had lost a lot of weight. Your usually chubby cheeks had been replaced with more defined and prominent cheekbones. Your thighs and hips had slimmed and you were looking much older than your actual age.

'Wow! I guess i really needed all that physical work!' you smiled as you looked at yourself in the mirror. 'I look like I'm 20!'

Your gaze then falls on all the scratches, cuts and bruises painting your once smooth skin, covering your arms, hands, face, legs, everything. You sighed as you recalled how your father dragged you on the floors or slapped or punched you when something was not upto his standards. He would make you do them over and over again, until your hands were raw from scrubbing and cleaning and wiping.

The past 2 months stretched, with you balancing the amount of food used everyday in cooking, so it could last longer, which meant that everyone had to eat less than what they had been used to their whole lives. But your father was not a considerate man. He would always take majority of the food you cooked, leaving only little for you and Jimin.

'When will things change?' you thought sadly.

Suddenly you heard the room to your door being pushed open, scaring the life out of you. You saw your father standing in the doorway.

"Today a guest of mine will be coming over. You will cook an extravagant meal to please him and make sure the house sparkles before he gets here! I will not tolerate you slacking off! He has the power to help us come out of this mess, and if you fail to impress him, i will beat the life out of you! You're already good for nothing! Do you understand?!" he glared at you.

You quickly nodded, but when he was about to leave you stopped him. "Dad! We don't really have any stuff to cook at home, and I don't have money for groceries either, so-"

"Figure it out yourself! You think i'm going to give you money just so you can waste it on stupid groceries? You must be out of your mind!" he yelled and left.

You just stood there, thinking of what to do. You finally called Jimin and informed him of the situation. He told you that he would take off from work today and get you some groceries and help you with the cooking.

You set on getting the house clean and 'sparkling' as your father said. You dropped on the sofa, after you were done with the cleaning; exhausted. You slowly dozed off, wondering who this mysterious man was, and how he could help your family out of this mess.