THE DRUGGIE. J. JUNGKOOK.

two.

a broken family.

i guess you could call her lonely, but over time she had learned how to lessen the pain. for example, the convenience store is her refuge, the place that was able to make her believe she was in a caring society.

at the table she sat down with the owner to talk on a personal level, she felt like she knew her so well. we are born to need social bonds. we are born to need a sense of others, even if we are alone.

yet there was a need to fool her senses that this society is a safe place and she belonged.
in this household, there was nothing but a broken family. a family that was once happy, shattered.

"wealth creates these persistent social contexts that you live in throughout your life." it hurts that it was true.
wealthy people, even if they were born into privilege, may justify pursuing wealth as a good thing and craft narratives of them being a better standard than everyone else.

if someone isn't rich, the logic of a rich person is because they lack the talent or the drive to reach the same level. abnormal opinions.

the daughter of two wealthy adults could give less of a fuck about money and the expensive features.
it damaged her more than it befriended her family.

she approached the front porch with hesitant steps at her feet, feeling her hand clutch her bag strap firmly while her other shoved the key into the lock, twisting it and pushing the wide barrier open.

the face she was met by already gave the feeling that she was in for a long night.
"where were you," he sternly spoke, not too harsh but definitely was not a gentle tone.

"y/n? your mother and i have talked about you coming home late."
"moms been running her mouth about something other than money..." the girl mumbled under her breath, quite surprised.

"im sorry, it won't happen again." y/n lowered her head, slipping her white sneakers off and kicking them off to the side.

"is that it?" her father pushed himself off the couch to approach his daughter, expecting more than just a "sorry" for her apology.

"dad..." she sighs in hopes for his overcasting behavior to be let down.

sure he loves her, but she's mature enough. he didn't know how to express his love for her anymore, especially her mother being the authority of the household.

"im protecting you from whatever's out there, i don't want you experiencing that so young."
"im 17, maybe i've already experienced what you're afraid of."

leaving her father speechless, y/n excused herself to her bedroom where she could finally take her mind to inner peace.

she slumped her body on the flat mattress, unaware of the mess she was in for tomorrow night.

» the next day.

at dinner there was always tension, her mother's rage at the disappointment of her life, her sullen withdrawal at the tolerance of hers. her family would serve the meal and y/n would criticize.

the trick was to do everything right, be sweet, smile, otherwise the wrath they weren't openly showing each other found a new and smaller target.

the petite girl made her way downstairs at the sound of the doorbell, signaling the guests have arrived.
to say she wanted to rip off the expensive attire she was wearing was an understatement.

a yearning sensation one may call it, she despised wearing such things.
but what could you expect from a daughter of a well off family? pure obedience, but for y/n, not likely.

"honey could you let the guests in?" her mother called out for her husband when y/n sat down at the dinner table with her hands on her lap.

the party of 3 entered the house with smiles on their faces, politely greeting y/n's parents sharing hugs and handshakes.

"my daughter would love to accompany him tonight." at the sound her voice, y/n's head shot up directly at the male sitting across from her at the dining table.

a smirk laid on his face, eyeing her body from head to toe with filthy thoughts coursing through his mind.
highschool boys, she hated how horny and senseless they had to be.

by the time the food contacted everyone's plate the parents neglected the two teenagers with a rant of property and affairs.

she found entertainment in picking at her dinner to soothe the boredom she felt until her mother nudged at her elbow in annoyance.

"why aren't you talking with yujun? your style is disrespectful." her tone was laced with venom, not sensing how bothered y/n was by her friends son.

glancing at the boy once again with digest written all over her features, she ignored her moms words and stood up from her chair, excusing herself from the table.

family dinner was always dreading, leaving her in a pool of emotions she couldn't comprehend.
she opened her phone to her contacts, a slight smile on her face - but it wasn't exactly a sad nor happy one.

more like relief, she needed a distraction.
"hey," the deeper voice chimed in after the few rings.
"why'd you call?"

"i wanted to talk to you."
"what a lie, you're not that friendly." she scoffed, rolling herself over to the other side of her bed.

her silence which her boyfriend adapted to made his lips go thin.
"it happened again."

"babe just ignore them..." as if all his wanted comfort was thrown to waste with those words, her eyebrows furrowed.

it seemed like every time she phoned to be put at ease by her significant other he just didn't care, brushing it off to the side with some shitty advice she didn't want to hear.

"they're my parents junho, you don't get it..."
"what am i supposed to get?" his sudden attitude aggravated her even more, his girlfriends tolerance reaching its peak.

"never mind... im tired. goodnight." cutting him off from speaking any further she hung up on him while breathing out the excess air she was holding in.

was it even worth calling him if he didn't bother to listen? perhaps she was asking too much to satisfy her wants and needs.

they say once you have mastered being alone, you are ready for the company of others, that doesn't make it easy though.

her life was an endless cycle, the boredom of school, lack of interest upon anything after and coming home to a pair of ruthless parents.

she liked drinking alone and reading alone. she liked sitting in her lessons and walking home alone. she liked eating alone and listening to music alone.

but when she sees a mother with her child; a girl with her lover; or friends laughing in the sun... she would realize that even though she desired being in her own little world, she didn't fancy being lonely.

a small part of her regretted her sudden outburst downstairs, if she gave her family a chance to redeem themselves would they?

"tch." she scoffed at the idiotic concept, the damage was done.

© THE DRUGGIE