Jungkook's POV

"Jungkook needs to get out, if he doesn't, then I'll have to make him", my dad said.

I listened to my dad's conversation with my brother, who decided to spend some time with us. When I mean by 'spend some time with us', I mean spend most of his time with our dad and ignore me.

I grabbed my hoodie and shoes and walked past them. They both looked at me immediately.

"Where are you going?", my brother asked.

I put my shoes on and walked out, not even caring to answer him.

I've never felt loved throughout my life...and I never want to.

I don't want people to care for me, I don't want them to love me, I don't want them to be concern for me.

..I don't love myself.

I'm just a burden to my family...am I even consider family?

I can't deal with all this bullshit anymore. If my dad wants me to get out, then I'll get out.

I'll disappear..I'll never come back.

I started coughing again. My chest started to hurt. I hit my chest, trying to make it stop. I covered my mouth from coughing too much.

Once it stopped, I exhaled a deep breath. I was about to take out a cigarette, but soon stopped when I saw the same guy from earlier. He was still holding the lollipop.

He turned around and walked away. These men started to piss me off. I followed him, wanting to beat him up.

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"Yah", I called.

He didn't turn around.

"Why do you keep following me?"

He didn't answer.

I caught up to him and grabbed his shoulder, but he soon disappeared. I was shock and stood still by the action.

I looked around my surroundings and didn't realize where I was. I looked in front of me and was met with the same guy who saved me from the car.

His face and hands were covered in blood.