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Upset

Published: 9.11.20

  I sighed, standing at the door to my house with a sense of dread washing over me.

The only reason my dad would want to talk to me is if I did something wrong.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door with a shaky hand, my eyes automatically drawn to the floor.

I could already feel the disappointment coming from my dad as I shuffled towards the couch where my dad was sitting.

He sighed before dropping a single paper on the table.

Glancing at the paper, I could feel the dread in my stomach increase.

There, written in a small font that seemed somehow bigger than it was, was a B- and a few C's.

It shouldn't seem like such a big deal, but me- Jeon Jungkook, a golden child and a straight A student, getting a B or lower..

There was no way my dad would be happy about it. In fact, he looked angry. Even if I couldn't see his face with my head down.

I listened as my dad gave a lecture about failing to keep my grades up.

"Something as simple as this should be easy for you" He said.

It lasted for about [fifteen] minutes with me only speaking when I was asked a question.

I headed to my room with no complaint when he waved me off, not wanting to deal with me anymore.

When I got to my bed, I face planted into the mattress, not even bothering to close the door.

Besides, the only people who lived here were me and my dad, and it's unlikely he'll even come upstairs. My mom on the other hand..

She's gone..

I don't remember much of her, only that she and my dad were like a couple from a movie.

She died when I was a kid.. My dad and I started drifting apart since then with him working almost nonstop in her absence.

He started working more, pushing me out whenever I'd ask him to play with me, even started throwing himself into overtime for a few hours just to avoid coming home..

Then he stopped coming home at night, instead choosing to disappear for a few days, show up to work even more in his office, then leave all over again.

I started noticing the look he'd give me whenever I asked him something.

It felt dark and lonely, and even as a kid I couldn't help but think that maybe- just maybe..

What if he blames me?

He never spoke to me anymore, only opening his mouth to berate me, like he was waiting for an excuse to.

He never played with me anymore as a kid or even looked at me, always pushing me to the side or out of his office with the excuse of me being a distraction.

My dad doesn't even smile anymore.

He always just has this grumpy frown on his face. His expression was unchanging, as if his face was permanently frozen like that.

I've tried almost my entire life to change it, to give him his smile back and replace it with pride instead.

I became the best in my classes. The best in sports, in Taekwondo- I even became the best in choir.

And yet.. After countless nights of practicing, pulling all-nighters to finish a project, pushing myself to be the best I could be..

He's just never satisfied.