Voices|TK

twenty seven

27| mom

"so... i'm gonna tell you everything."
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"mom!" a ten years old jungkook just came back from school, excited to show his mother the good grade he's gotten.

he smiled brightly when he ran to the kitchen. "slowly, my bunny." mrs jeon laughed as she crouched down on the boy's height and hugged him.

"mommy, i got a B in my test!" he squealed, pulling the sheet of paper out of his backpack.

"naw, my baby i'm so proud of you!" she pecked the boy's cheek, took the test and used a magnet to pin it against their fridge.

"this will stay there for a while." she said and pinched jungkook's cheek.

that's when the door opens, a man comes in, a woman in a short dress right behind him.

"papa! i got a B in my test!"

"a B? why not an A?" jungkook bit his lip and looked down. "but, a B is also good, i don't like maths, so an A was hard to get." the boy pouted and the man smirked.

"oh so you admit how weak you are?"

"honey!" jungkook's mother warned, but looked down immediately when receiving a glare.

"babe, go upstairs, i'll just talk something out with these idiots." the man said, patting the woman's ass lightly. she smiled, batted her eye lashes, before she started walking towards the stairs, the sound of her heels echoing through the whole house.

"now, jungkookie, what did you do wrong?"

"papa, i promise i get an A in the next test." the boy was shaking a little.

"good..." the man grabbed the boy's hair and pulled his head back. jungkook's mother was quick to remove the man's hand and pull her son behind her body.

"how dare you, he did nothing wrong!"

"shut up, you whore." he said, his stare piercing into the ones of his 'wife'.

"whore? that woman- she points to the stairs- that's what a whore is. and you are nothing better! each day it's a new one, each day you get home just to harass us-"

a slap echoed through the room. "shut the fuck up." the man said and walked off.

jungkook's mother immediately fell onto her knees, crying into her soft palms. jungkook knelt on the ground next to her, crying too.

"m-mommy, who was that woman?"

a sob left his mother's mouth. "it's n-no one bunny."

jungkook is 14 years old now, but nothing had changed. in case it was getting more extrem. what began with one woman a day turned to 3 each day. what started with small slaps, turned to beating till unconsciousness. what started with drinking 1 beer a day turned to almost five.

it was the hell for jungkook and his mother. the fucking hell.

"I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!" she said as she grabbed her things, stuffing them into a bag.

"where the fuck do you wanna go, huh?!"

"there were you disgusting man aren't! i'll take jungkook with me, you don't need us anyways!"

"you're going nowhere!"

"oh and why?! to endure more beatings? to get my heart broken for the millionth time?! TO SEE MY SON SUFFER?!"