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Early in the morning, Jungkook meets with Batam. He needed answers about what his birth father had divulged.
"The news I dropped on you was very sudden, I know, but I didn't expect to see you back here so soon," Batam spoke. "Are you angry?"
Jungkook chuckles, "Angry? Hell no. I'm glad I'm not related to that man. He never cared about me. All he cared about was raising someone like him and passing his seat down."
"I'm so sorry, Jungkook. I should've stepped in and been a father to you. Your mother just," Batam sighs. "She never let me."
"I don't want to talk about her."
Batam's eyebrows raise in surprise, "What?"
"I despise her."
"She has her reasons, Jungkook."
"And I don't care to hear them. You're the one here now, not her. I want to know about you."
Batam gives him a small smile, "What do you want to know?"
• • • •
You loathed waking up in the morning. The guilt inside of you kept getting bigger and bigger and to say you hated it was an understatement.
You weren't weak though. You weren't going to give in to the remorse. What you were going to do was complete your task.
After washing up, you head downstairs. Jungkook wasn't beside you when you woke which made you think he was probably already awake and eating.
But you were wrong.
You awkwardly walk into the kitchen where Eunae sits at the table eating her breakfast. You give her a small smile and she responds with a bright one.
"There's still some of the eggs I made on that pan if you want any."
"No, thank you." You respond politely, grabbing the peanut butter and the jelly from the cabinet.
They might be poisoned and frankly, I don't want to die.
"They're not poisoned or anything," She says and you turn to look at her. "It was a joke."
Almost thought she could read my mind for a second there.
You smear the butter on a toast and the jelly on the other, bringing them together. After getting orange juice, you join Eunae at the table, eating your sandwich.
