My Love is a Star (BTS Suga Fanfiction)

89. Do I make you proud?

JK's POV

Our dance practice was cut short because of the unexpected call I got from my mom. I can still vividly recall my heartbeat building its pace as I slowly place the phone to my ear. I sighed deeply as I waited for her to break the news to me gently. My mom isn't the best at handling problems as she cries so easily. So the moment I heard her voice, she pretty much gave away what she was meant to say.

"Jungkook-a, halmonineun..." She didn't even get to finish her sentence and got herself lost in a long sob. I closed my eyes almost instantly and grit my teeth together.

Almost all of the eyes in the room focused on me when the call ended. Little by little, they began to crowd around me with so much curiosity about what's going on. I suddenly felt nauseous. Good thing Se Jin hyung was quick to act as he placed a seat behind me to settle into. 

Everyone in Big Hit has been with us since we started. We are a family. From low-budgeted outfits to top-of-the-line clothing brands. From cost-effective performances to sold-out stadium concerts and world tours. Literally, from humble beginnings to the glory of fame. We may have some bumps here and there but you will never walk alone with all these people cheering you on from the background. 

But at this moment, I have to make an exception. I want to run out of this room and just drive myself home where I can be alone. 

So I can cry you may ask? 

No. I'm not a crybaby. I can hold it in no matter what the situation is and not even shed a single tear. 

How did I become this way?  Years and years of seeing my mom cry. 

My parents didn't have the best married life. At first, I thought it was just normal for couples their age to fight all the time. Me coming home to my dad screaming while my mom sat helpless on the floor was a typical scene in our household. I'd hug her tight, wipe away her tears with my small hands and my dad would leave the room without another word. For so many times, I asked my mom if it was better to just leave my dad and start a new life without him. But she repeatedly told me that marriage is meant to last forever and that my dad was just under a lot of stress lately. I took her word and continued to pacify her the best I could. Even if what she said didn't really fit the puzzle, I forced myself to believe her. She just loves him dearly.

Until it got to the point when my grandmother had to take me and my brother out of the house. I had just come home from school that time when my grandma held my arm and dragged me out the door. I was so confused until I caught a glimpse of what looked like a bruise on my mom's left cheek. She tried to hide it with her hand and look away but it was too late. I saw it with my own eyes. 

He hurt her.

Since that incident, I still stayed with my grandma while my brother chose to come home with my parents. It's not that I've given up on my mom. Don't get me wrong. I just can't bear the sight of her crying. The tears I can deal with but the bruises? That's a different story. 

I love my dad. He is the best father to me and my brother, no doubt about that. He's just not the best husband to my mother, unfortunately. I've always thought that you have to be both you know. But I guess, some things don't work out the way the world wants them to be.

Ever since it was me and my grandmother. My family isn't well-off. And seeing my grandma continuously sell corndogs for a living just pain my heart. She could've been living comfortably without me being a pain in the ass but I didn't hear her complain even once. She always had a smile on her face as she prepares her signature mix every day. She made it appear like she was having the time of her life. All she asked was that I do good in school. She didn't even expect me to get to the top of the list. A fair grade for each subject was all she wanted. But hell yeah, we don't always get what we ask for, do we?