Still With You ?

12

"I said drop it. I swear you'll get what you deserve one day, you little brat," Mr. Kim said, smacking his shoulder harshly a few more times.

Jungkook winced in pain but didn't throw tantrums.

Tired of the beating, Jungkook harshly jerked Kim's hand away.

"Just stop this. What do you get by hurting me and others, huh? Do you get happiness seeing me beaten or suffering? Why the fuck are you doing this, you monster? You're a fucking psycho, why the hell you do this," Jungkook yelled, his eyes red with anger.

"What? You called me a monster and a psycho, right? Yes, I am a psycho. I love seeing you in pain. You know why? Because you're just a useless idiot an unlucky shotty person. You know what a real monster looks like?" After saying this, Kim threw a hard punch at Jungkook's stomach, making him groan in pain.

He clutched his stomach. Kim didn't stop. He started kicking Jungkook, who curled into a ball on the floor.

"This is me, a heartless monster and a psycho. And guess what? You're my son, my favorite son, so I can use you however I want," Kim said, crouching down to Jungkook's level.

"Just remember, you're a slave to me. I don't show any mercy to any of my workers. I'm telling you again, if you mess with me, I'll show you the real monster. Shut your fucking mouth and just do what I say. You shouldn't ask any questions to me, my son," Kim said dominantly.

Jungkook just winced in pain. He flinched when Kim caressed his hair. "Aww, my younger son got beaten today. You must be in pain, right? But that's what you deserve," Kim said, standing up and adjusting his clothes.

"You pathetic idiot, just get lost. I don't want to see your face, and yeah, don't show your fucking pathetic side to your Hyungs," he ordered.

Jungkook didn't reply. He stood up, wincing in pain. He left the room, gritting his teeth. Jin didn't see jungkook going to his room limping as he already went to his room.

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In his own room, Jungkook locked the door and lay on his bed, breathing heavily. "What does he even want? He won't let me live or die. I wish I'd died that day with Mom... these people are truly monsters," he mumbled, his eyes red with anger and sadness.

"Ahh, ah," Jungkook winced in pain a drop of tear left from his eyes.

He clutched his stomach, which was aching badly like hell.

He let out a shaky breath. After a while, he stood up, wincing in pain. He took off his shirt.

In the mirror, he saw the ugly scars and bruises on his upper body. His left arm and shoulder were red from Mr. Kim's smacks. Sighing, he took out the medicine box and applied ointment to his wounds, wincing as he pressed it against the sore areas.

He looked at his stomach, which was slightly red. He took painkiller to subside the pain. He wore a hoodie. After that he laid on bed.

Jungkook stayed in his room for the next few hours, replaying everything that had just happened. His mind was swirling with frustration, anger, and an exhaustion so deep.

The pain from his father’s blows was still fresh, but the ache in his heart hurt more.

He was deep in thought, only coming back to reality when he heard someone knocking on the door. Slowly, he got up, went to the door, and opened it to find Tae standing there.

"Hey Kookie, it’s time for dinner," Tae said with a smile.

"I don’t have an appetite," Jungkook said, and he was about to close the door when Tae stopped him.