Heart Swings | Taejinkookmin✔️

Jimin

The last person I expected to see outside my house was Jungkook. I didn't know how he got here and why he came here. But right now that was not my problem. '

I brushed my father's hair smoothly and sang a lullaby to him making him to sleep.

"J-Jimin, my baby. Are you going to leave me for him? I-I will never hurt you, you know that, right?." I giggled through my tears when I heard my father. He hiccuped a little saying those words.

"I am not going anywhere, Papa. You are all I have." I whispered slowly and gave light taps on his clothed chest while singing for him. His eyes were feeling drowsy and soon I saw him drifting off to sleep.

I kissed on his forehead before I walked outside the room. I locked behind me and looked for Jungkook. I didn't know what to say to him.

I saw him standing near the door while having his hands inside his pocket. I looked around the messy room, and I felt sorry for him since he didn't have a chair to sit.

"I-I am sorry you had to see this, Jungkook." I whispered without looking at his eyes. I had no courage to see him now. In this situation.

"Who is he Jimin? I know it's out of boundary to ask you. But I need to know." I sighed while picking up the broken things from the ground.

"He is my father, Jungkook."

"Really? I don't think fathers will hurt their children." I turned around to look at him in confusion.

"H-He didn't hurt me, Jungkook."

"You think I am dumb or what? Where did you get bruises from? From falling down?" I flinched by his harsh voice. I never knew Jungkook could be this mad. He was a sweet little bunny. Deep inside I was happy to see him caring about me.

"Can we please talk about this somewhere?" I asked him with little hope. I could tell he had so many unanswered questions with him.

We both soon cleaned my place, and walked to park nearby my house. The sun was setting down slowly, so did my secrets.

"When I was three, my mother died because of breast cancer, Jungkook. We didn't have money for her treatment. Then my father became alcoholic. I don't blame him. He loved us more than anything. One night he was got into accident with drunk and drive condition. The doctor told it would be difficult for him to walk in the future. Some kind of cells were dying inside his body. They removed his legs since it was numb and had no movements. That led to him to be in the wheel chair.

When you came, he was as usually drunk and threw things away in anger. He blamed himself for my mother's loss. The bruises which I got was getting hit by the things that he threw. I will try to stop him, and soon he will apologize for what he did."

I bit my lips lightly and looked at Jungkook who had blank expression. I couldn't read his emotion.

"W-Why didn't you say this to anyone? To me atleast?" I chuckled by his silly question.

"I didn't want to tell because I don't want anyone to pity me. And how could you expect me to say my dark side to the person I love the most. Will he look at me as the same way before?"

I saw him blinking few times and didn't say anything. I leaned on the bench and looked at the sky above me. It was getting dark, and the cool breeze was making me feel little calm.

"Why did you come Jungkook?" I asked him after a long silence. I felt like he was not going to initiate the talk.

Well who would like to be friends with a person who is poor and has an alcoholic parent? I don't blame him though.

"Uh. A-About the project. We were supposed to do today. But you were absent." I mentally slapped myself for forgetting about it. I saw Jungkook scratching his back of his neck hinting me he was awkward with me.

"I am sorry, I totally forgot about that. I will come tomorrow. It''s getting late, it's better if you go home." I got up with him, and looked at him in confusion.

"Are you going to your house again? What if he hurt you?" I didn't know if I should giggle or not.

"He is my father, Jungkook. Not a monster. I am safe with him, in our house." I sensed him that he was not moving at all. I decided to bid him goodbye, since my father will be alone in the house.

"C-Can I stay with you?" I halted my movement when I heard that.

Did I heard it right or was I just imagining things?

"W-What?"

"I don't feel like going home. I am alone. Can I stay in your house. I-If it's not a burden for you."

I knew Jin moved out and he was alone in the big house. But I didn't know if I should allow him to stay in my house. I had only two beds, and father was sleeping in his room. Maybe I could give him my bed.

I nodded at him and saw him giving me a bunny smile. We soon reached our house and I checked on my father to see him sleeping peacefully.

I walked to my bedroom to see Jungkook making the bed for him.

"I will be in the living room, Jungkook. Call me if you need anything." I said before walking but was stopped by his hands holding my wrists.

"I-I feel bad. T-This is your house. You should be in bed." I smiled by his words.

"I always sleep here, Jungkook. Besides I need to be with my father. You can rest here." I saw him fighting with himself to say something. I bid him good night and walked out of the room without giving him chance to deny something.

A smile appeared on my face when I saw my father snoring quietly. This was my life. But now my crush knew about my life. I never had idea of telling him about me but I had no other choice.

It's not like he was going to like me after this. I had little hopes when Jungkook and I started to become close. But now, I guess I should bury the thoughts of becoming his boyfriend.

My father is all I have, and I was all he have.