Forever Highschool Sweetheart || Jinkook

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Seokjin was pissed.

Dinner had gone great. Unexpectedly really great. The whole time, he had the opportunity to ignore his Appa and focus on Jungkook, Ji-young, and Yuqi! It was a great dinner. One that had him a little bit sad that it had to end, actually.

Of course, he shouldn't have expected much when he got home. His original plans were to go to his room, give himself a confidence boost in the mirror, then video call Jungkook. How could he have been so stupid to believe that would work out?

Now, he was standing in front of his Appa, absolutely fuming.

"Give. Them. Back." Seokjin forcefully held his hand out, while his eyes showed the thunder burning away in them. His lips were pursed and his eyes squinted, but his Appa didn't seem to care, for he just gave the younger male a blank stare.

Seokjin recoiled his hand and clenched both hands into fists by his sides. He then spat, "I worked hard, earned money, then used it to buy them. Those are mine. Now give them back!" He glared hard at his Appa, who was now laughing at him.

Smiling, the elder male rolled his eyes and stared back down at his cup, which he was filling with water. "Jewelry is for females. You are a Kim, and no Kim of mine will be wearing such shit. Run off and do your homewor-"

Seokjin slammed his palms on the dining room table. Immediately, his Appa was silenced. Seokjin knew he was testing his patience, but he had a right to do so. "I don't care what you think! They're not yours to take, so can't you just give them back?" His face fell, showing the exhaustion he was feeling. Not the tired kind, but the exhaustion from fighting with his Appa all the time. In a much quieter voice, he pleaded, "Appa, please."

His Appa set the water jug down before grabbing his glass. The elder man didn't spare the younger so much as a glance as he walked off, presumably to his room. "What I said is final."

Seokjin let out a heavy sigh and dropped his head onto the table once he heard the bedroom door slam shut. Not long after, he heard light footsteps coming closer and closer, until they were right next to him.

The young boy's Eomma laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, where she then began to rub as she pulled a second chair next to Seokjin. After sitting down, her frown deepened. "Seokjin? Bab-"

"Why does he hate me?" Seokjin asked as he lifted his head to look at his Eomma, who he felt was his only family supporter. He saw the surprise run across her face, followed by some pain, but he didn't bring it up. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at the female longer. "Why can't he treat me like he treats Namjoon? Why does he hate me?"

Her heart shattered at the voice crack. Before Seokjin could break, she pulled the boy in her arms and wrapped her arms around his torso securely. As he cried into her shoulder, she bit her lip as hard as she could to keep herself from breaking down, but she couldn't stop a few tears from escaping. "Oh, baby, no.. he doesn't hate you! Please don't say such things.. it hurts to hear you think that way."

"I believe it, Eomma!" He sobbed, tightening his grip on her shirt. "He doesn't like anything I do! If I wear makeup or jewelry, I'm too feminine. If I hang out with anyone who has grades that aren't up to his standard, I'm a bad kid. If I s-see Jungkook, I'm losing myself. Why can't I be good enough?"

The elder woman pulled away from her son and shook her head viciously. She brought her hands up to cup Seokjin's face and used her thumbs to wipe the tears off of his face. "No. Do not think like that. You are such a god damn good kid! You get good grades, you don't get into trouble, you always do what I ask, and most importantly, you are you. Ignore him. You know what?" She shot a look in the direction of her bedroom before looking back to Seokjin and whispering, "We are going to go shopping and buy you a bunch of earrings, rings, and any other jewelry you want. Then, we're going to grab you some make-up and make this handsome face covered in more beauty! You listen to me, but do not listen to whatever bullshit your Appa is telling you. Do I make myself clear?"

Seokjin laughed a little and nodded. His lips still quivered, but he couldn't deny he felt a lot better. When his Eomma ruffled his hair, gave his cheek a kiss, and told him to go call his friend? He didn't give it a second thought before obeying.

He needed to see Jungkook's face and hear his voice. Needed that extra bit of reassurance from him.

After she was sure Seokjin was out of sight, her face hardened. She got up from the chair and strutted into her, shared, bedroom. Once inside, she locked the door before turning to glare at her husband, who was typing away at his computer on the bed.

When he met her gaze, he smiled warmly and patted the space next to him.

"Have you lost your god damned mind?" She barked as she got closer to the bed. Even as she was right next to her husband, she made no move to sit next to the man. Oh, no, and she had no plans on doing that for the rest of the night. "What in the world is wrong with you?"

He sighed as he shut his computer. Setting the electronic next to himself, he crossed his arms and looked up at the female with a tired look. "Babe, I'm sorry. You know I'm working on myself and I don't think either one of us wants to have another one of these talks."

She looked at her husband with such disgust, you'd have thought he might have stalked her. Shocking him, she laughed. When he reached out to touch her arm, she harshly slapped the hand away and backed up with a shake of her head. "Do not 'babe' me! You're sorry? You're sorry? If you were sorry, you wouldn't be doing this! I'm so sick and tired of this. You argue with him, you belittle him, and you make him feel like shit! You act like you don't care-"

"I do ca-"

"Then tell me why I just held my crying baby as he told me how much he believes you hate him?" She snarled as she shut the male up with a single look. The female began pacing the room as she squeezed the bridge of her nose. "Talk after talk after talk and you keep doing it!  Fucks sake, you wouldn't even stay awake when he was missing for hours! He is our blood!"

Unaware of how to respond, he simply said the first thing that came to mind. "He can be a little hard to l- where are you- babe!" He jumped up from the bed and darted after his wife. He grabbed her arm and pulled, perhaps a little too harshly, the petite female towards himself before she could walk out of the room.

A slap sounded throughout the air.

Teary, pained, angry eyes stared at the male. She pulled her stinging palm away from her husband right after yanking her arm from his grip. A finger was shoved in his face, but it was trembling. "Don't you ever grab me like that again! Leave me the fuck alone. I'm sleeping on the couch and don't you fucking bother me." She whisper shouted as rudely as she could before walking out of the room.

Unlike her husband, however, she didn't slam the door. She simply shut the door and left to the bathroom, where she felt she needed some space.
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i genuinely enjoy writing interactions between seokjin n his dad. it's just a complex relationship & i find it interesting. tho it's also fun to write drama so-

you're fucking great and i appreciate the everlasting fuck out of you. thank you for being here in this world.