𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 | 𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 | 18+

08➶︎

Chapter 8—

"Sweetie. We need to talk."

"Yes Eomma? What's up?" Jungkook muffled, still chumping on cut up apples

"I know."

"Know what Eomma?" Jungkook looked straight into her mom's concerning eyes

"I know everything.." She rested her gentle hand on top of Jungkook's

"What are you talking about?"

"I know everything happening at school. How you go around, and.-" The mother sighed, getting interrupted

"If this is about a blind date, I'm not signed up for it."

"Jungkook. This is for your own good—"

"Eomma. It isn't, and you clearly know that. Just because it's for passing on father's company. Don't you understand I have feelings too?? You talk about this, every. Single. Time. I come over. When can we have a proper son and mother conversation?" Jungkook averted away his gleams of inflame.

"I'm sorry.. I just-"

"Just what? Do you really still care about "dad"? He still that same old careless man, his only pride is work, that's the reason you both went separate ways."

"Ok, as the mother of your son. She worries a lot okay? I don't want you to end up like your father.-"

"You are mom. I bet you recognize what you're doing very clearly."

A moment of silence layered onto the heavy atmosphere. "I'm leaving Eomma, make sure to take your pills and get some rest" Jungkook sighed

As soon as he got out of the house, he reached for his pack of cigars, but instead felt a ring coming from his phone.

"Yes father?"

"You're in big trouble young man, come home before you're getting worse than just being grounded."

"I'm almost 18, stop acting like I'm still 5." Jungkook infuriately ended the call, furiously pulling his hair back.

What an ass. Tch

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Jungkook quietly rustled onto his concrete path way to home. He rambled through his keys and softly opened the door in one breath.

His gentle steps enter the rather dim and silent building.

"Care to explain, Jeon Jungkook?" A dark voice echoed through the dark interior

"Shit." Jungkook muttered to himself as he stopped his tip toeing movements and fixed to a normal position

"None of your concern clearly to see in the least." Jungkook crosses his arm and rolled his eyes as a side lamp was opened by his 'father'

The room enlighten just a bit, enough to see each other's face and figure clearly. "You're lucky that this is in the weekend or you would've been dead by now. " his so called father sighed

"Like I said, it's none of your concerns. Go back to the work you always had."

"Go back to your room. Don't let me see you step out of that room until tomorrow."

"I would likely do so without your demands Mr. Jeon"

"Don't call me by mister, I feel old."

"Cause you are." Jungkook turned away and strolled to his bedroom

He slammed the door right behind him and plop himself onto the comfy king sized bed. I should probably shower, but I feel so lazy.

He groaned as he forced himself up and headed to the shower.

The warm shower making sounds as it dropped to the shower floor. He glanced at himself at the mirror. Slowly stepping into the shower right afterwards, he let the water slide down his masculine body. Running his hand through his hair.

The humid air swirled around in the space of the room. He felt relaxed as he rubbed the towel against his damp hair.

Jungkook placed both his hands on each side of the sink once again and looked at his reflection. His blankly stare at his own figure, blank minded, just a silent moment of thoughts.

He sighed as he got out of his bathroom, and sat down on the rim of his soft mattress. His comfy pajamas rested cozily on his shoulders.

He scrolled through his phone, nothing new. Just notifications of likes and compliments displayed in the comments. He looked through his dm, no reply from Park Jimin. Just the word seen 3 hours ago was labeled.

He sighed as he dried his hair, brushed his teeth and closed his heavy, tired eyes. Not even realizing he didn't even get into his covers.

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To be continued...