Save Me || JJk

You woke up with a pounding headache. Last night, your dad had been screaming in your face, his voice slurred from the alcohol. He'd been ranting about your mother, calling her useless, and then turning his anger on your baby brother, Han.

His words cut deep, and the sound of his yelling echoed in your head, making it impossible to sleep. The throbbing pain in your skull was a constant reminder of the chaos he had stirred up in the house.

"Y/n!" Your dad’s voice echoed through the house, and panic surged through you. You threw off your duvet and ran downstairs. Oh great, you were late.

"Where’s my breakfast?" His simple question was enough to send your heart racing.

"I'm sorry, dad. I-I slept-"

"Don’t make excuses! You’re useless, just like your mother!" His words hit you like a slap in the face, and you flinched as he stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

You stood there, feeling the sting of his words. You huffed, trying to shake it off, but you couldn’t ignore how much they bothered you.

Upstairs, you found Han sitting on his bed, his small face etched with worry.

"Are you okay, noona?" His concern made your heart ache, but you pushed it aside.

"I'm okay, Han. Don’t worry," you said, forcing a smile as you ruffled his hair, watching him rub his sleepy eyes.

You brushed your teeth, wincing at the sting on your wrist. Rolling down the sleeve of your nightwear, you saw a weird bruise on your skin. You frowned, confused, but quickly rolled your sleeve back up, dismissing it as something you must have done in your rush earlier.

"Yes, Han. I did keep the banana milk," you said, caressing his hair.

"Okay, noona. And also, if that meany hyung bothers you again, tell me. I learned how to punch hard yesterday."

Meany hyung?

"Han, you shouldn’t get involved in noona’s stuff, okay? Noona can handle that... meany hyung," you said, your words making him pout in response.

"Okay, noona." You smiled at his cuteness, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"Okay, now go. I don’t want you to be late," you added. Han nodded eagerly and ran off to his class, waving at you as he left.

You walked to your block and headed straight to your locker. As you opened it to grab your books, you suddenly heard the sound of your locker slamming shut with force. You flinched and placed a hand on your chest to calm your racing heart.

And of course, it was him. Jungkook.

Rolling your eyes, you started to walk away, not wanting to deal with him. But before you could get far, he slammed you into the locker. You hissed at the impact. And strangely, he hissed too. Why was he hurt? Was he trying to make fun of you?

"Finally. That annoying brother of yours isn’t around," Jungkook said with a smirk, clearly enjoying himself.

You shot him a deadly look. "Say anything bad about him, and you’ll regret it."