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Enough

"You know, Appa regrets giving you piano lessons," Eomma says as she lazily scrolled through her phone.

I didn't turn around to look at her, "I still play."

"Can you even read music anymore?" She asked.

I felt my shoulders tense up, "Yes I can Eomma!"

"You can't even learn classical music," She remarks. "He hates BTS because you keep playing it!"

Clenching my fist, I could feel the growing anger inside of me. Why does she always pester me about this? It's not her playing the piano.

"So what? I don't care, I'll play what I want to," I snap.

"You should care, he's your father," Eomma says, not paying attention to my clear annoyance.

"Well I like playing BTS music," I say. "I should be able to play what I want."

"Appa wishes he never paid for your piano lessons," Eomma repeats, having no direction in this conversation.

I stood up from my seat and left the room in anger. Why does she always yell at me like this? It was her and Appa who left me in a room with a piano and stranger when I was five. They were the ones who forced me to practice every day. I hate playing classical music because of it. Why can't I play what I want? Playing BTS music makes me happy.

Angrily putting on my shoes, I storm out of the house. I was so mad that I didn't even notice where I was going. Not long after, I find myself in Jungkook's dorm.

"Eunji-yah? I didn't know you were coming today," He says when he opened the door to see me. He was slightly surprised to see me without any warning, but didn't seem upset at the same time.

I consciously rub over my arms and look down at my feet, "I-I'm sorry. I just-"

I felt his hand wrap around my wrist and lightly pull me inside the house.

"No it's okay. I'm happy to see you," He says, before closing the door.

I smile when he caresses my cheek. "The guys are out today, I was just about to text you anyway," Jungkook says, leading me to his bedroom. He sat down on his soft bed and opened his arms to me.

I walk over to sit on his lap and let his big strong arms engulf my much smaller figure. Resting my head in the crook of his neck, I inhale his sweet scent and breathe out. I felt my previous anger begin to melt away.

"Did...did something happen?" He couldn't help but to ask. The curiosity of concern was hanging off the edge of his tongue.

I shrug, beginning to play with his fingers, "Just my mom yelling at me again."

"What was it this time?" He frowned as he stroked his fingers through my hair. His touch sent a shiver down my spine.

I shake my head, remembering what she had told me.

"I-it was something stupid," I reply quietly.

He gently squeezes my hand and looks into my eyes, "Do you want to talk about it?"

He looks at me patiently, waiting for me to speak. Gazing into those big brown eyes made my lip quiver.

"W-whatever I do...is never good enough for her," I let out a shaky breath. "I'm not good enough. All I am is a failure."

He begins to rub my back comfortingly, "Hey don't say things like that."

"It's true though," I say, meeting his eyes in shame. "I...I hate myself so much Kook."

That was when I saw a glint in Jungkook's eyes before he begin to press sweet kisses all over my face. I couldn't help but laugh, feeling his lips brush against my skin.

"Listen Jagi...I'm not really good at this stuff," He says softly, looking upset. "But why would you hate yourself? You're so kind and caring..."

I smile sadly and cup his cheeks with my hands, "Aigoo, you're too sweet Kookie."

"You're more than enough. I wish your mom could see that," He says, lightly caressing my hand. "I think...I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever known."

Sniffing, my eyes looked deeply into his and I could tell his words were genuine.

"I'm sorry for bringing the mood down," I couldn't help but to apologize. "But i-if I hadn't come here I probably would've...you know."

I then see him glance down to my arms which were covered with the sleeves of my hoodie. Gently, he rolled them up, revealing the previous scars.

"I'm so proud of you," He raised my arm to his lips and left kisses on my scars. "Thank you for coming to me first."

Aish what do I do? God gifted me with such a wonderful man that I don't really deserve. How did I become so lucky to be able to call myself his? Just one glance at him makes me want to cry.

I rest my head on his shoulder and whisper, "Saranghae Jungkook-ah. Thank you for staying with me...I love you so much."

"It's nothing if it means I get to be with someone as amazing as you," he responds, booping my nose. He lightly tugs my body so we could lay down on the bed. He pressed one more kiss against my temple before cuddling me.

"And I love you too."

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Annyeong my lovely readers! This scenario was pretty similar to what happened to me a while ago, except for the part where Jungkook comes in lol. I know I haven't updated as much as I would've liked to, but I hope you liked this imagine. Thank you for reading.

Please stay safe and healthy ^_^