(WARNING⚠️⚠️⚠️: FOUL LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND MAYBE TRIGGERING STUFF UP AHEAD!!)

-Jungkook P.O.V-

"You sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine"

"Really?"

"Yes Seokjin-ssi" I muttered to the over concerned older boy.

"Call me Jin-hyung" Seokjin, or now Jin-hyung, smiled.

We were currently packing our stuff to go back to Seoul. Fortunately the schooltrip was over and I could go home, forgetting that this entire ordeal happened. My fever has also gone down a bit, but the headaches were still present. I tried to convince Jin-hyung that I was fine, but that guy is really stubborn.

I sighed and finished packing all my bags, which was 1 duffelbag and 1 sportsbag. I realized that I had missed my morning training twice, this morning because Jin-hyung force me to stay inside(he locked all of us in) and yesterday because I was needed at the company. That means that I'll get doubled training, not looking foward to that.

"Taehyung, start packing your bags! Everyone is done except you!" Hoseok complained. Taehyung was hanging off the bunkbed with earphones in, he was now loudly singing to a song of Winner; smile again. His voice was deep but he still made the song sound nice. I heard Jimin join him in singing, he had a much higher voice. They sound nice. Hoseok, took the first rap, Namjoon the second and Yoongi the third. Jin sung the bridge.

They sounded like real singers and rappers. I could only watch as they had fun dancing around and singing prettily. I felt a spark of jealously.

They were able to be so careless and oblivious to some things, they were able to have fun and not think about if they'll be able to sleep that night or if their father will storm inwith a belt in his hand. I wish I was like that, not having to worry about anything, just for a moment.

I was awoken from my thoughts by Taehyung grabbing my wrist. He pulled me up and started to jump around, forcing me to follow after him. I remained calm and motionless which made him stop and pout.

"Why won't you just dance?" He whined.

"Just because" I mumbled shortly.

"Fine, then you sing the next song" he grinned, making me raise an eyebrow.

"Why would I do that?" I asked.

"Just because" he copied me. I shook my head and sat down on my bed again. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and got it out.

Joshua-hyung: your dad is coming home tonight...just informing

Joshua-hyung: be careful on your way back, don't worry

I read the texts and put away my phone without replying, he could see I've read them.

"We're going" I heard Namjoon announce. I grabbed my bags and walked outside to the bus, putting my bags in the storage compartment after getting there.

The bus wasn't that full yet, most students were still packing their bags. I chose a seat in the front of the bus, the most calm parts since that's where the teachers sit. I was glad that the teacher decided to sit next to me instead of another student. I plugged in my earphones and leaned back into my chair, closing my eyes and relaxing a bit.

My music wasn't that clearly audible bue to the other students screaming and laughing and talking loudly behind me. I sighed and opened my eyes again, I won't get any rest I guess. I grabbed my phone and started playing piano tiles. Don't ask me why I even have it on my phone, I wasn't in the right state of mind I think...

Eventually we arrived at the airport, my mood sour from the stupid game I had been playing the whole ride. I grabbed my bags and walked to the assigned gate on my own. I let my things be scanned and waited to board the plane, which was a few minutes later. The flight was just as boring as the bus ride, only filled with a bit less noise and it was shorter. Still uncomfortable.

Luckily we were allowed to go home straight after arriving at school, everyone was tired. As was I, but the chauffeur wasn't there yet so I had to wait on the school terrain. All the others were gone quickly, their parents came to fetch them.

I grabbed my phone and called my chauffeur, telling him to come and fetch me. A few silent minutes later a black car stopped in front of me, I opened the trunk on my own and put my bags in it, not waiting for the chauffeur to do it, I just want to sit down and go home. I sat down in the back seat and leaned my head against the window.

A thought struck me.

Dad is home...

I groaned and asked the chauffeur to drive a bit slower, suddenly not so eager to go home anymore. He would surely be in a bad mood, he always is when he comes back home from whatever trip he makes. That mood will be taken out on me. 'Fuck my life'

We arrived anyway, a little while later because I told the driver to make a detour, but still we arrived home. I only grabbed my small backpack with important things, the rest will be washed and cleaned by maids later. I walked inside and was greeted with an empty hall, sighing in relief I walked upstairs to my room.

When I opened the door, I didn't know how to react. He was there, in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed. He was flipping through a small book, my old diary. He was frowning and scowling. Fear punched me in my stomach and I slowly closed the door behind me.

"Your descriptions of me are really nice you know that?" He looked up. "Basterd, asshole, drunktard, Hermes, you were so creative with names, I'm not even surprised you knew those words when you were 8" he chuckled, I dropped my bag besides me and stood in my place, looking down at the floor in font of me.

He threw the book somewhere to the side and walked to me with his belt in his hand. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head up, daring to make me look him in the eyes. If I did I knew it would be over, so I kept looking at his chin.

"Look at me," his grip got tighter. "Look me in the eyes"

As soon as our eyes met I felt something slam on my nose. He headbutted me. I stumbled back and groaned while holding my nose. He lashed out to my leg with his belt, I yelped.

"Take off your clothes"

I didn't dare to hasitate and took them off, everything. I stook naked infront of my father whilst he scanned me up and down. I felt violated and scared, I bit my lip and tried to stop tears from forming.

"Get on your knees" I did as told, my back to him.

He lashed out again with the belt, hitting my back and shoulders many times. He was laughing sickly while I bit my lips open from holding back screams.

"It's your fault they're gone!" He yelled. "You should've died with her! Now my wife and daughter are gone! You don't deserve to live!"

I screamed loudly when he kicked my bloodied, open back. I felt my skip rip open and I heard a loud crack, he broke one of my ribs. I screamed again and again and again. He wouldn't stop kicking, hitting and whipping me.

"Turn around!" He yelled.

I weakly turned around and now faced him, still not looking him in the eyes. He trew his belt to the side and came close to my shaking body. He grabbed my neck with both hands and started chocking me. He pushed me backwards and saw on my chest while enjoying seeing me struggle to breathe.

I kicked my legs around and clawed at his hands. I made disgusting noises while watching the wickedly insane grin on his face. My movements got slower and slower as my oxygen supply was running out. My back felt like it was on fire with the rough floor rubbing against it.

The hands finally released my neck and I heaved heavily, catching my breath while trying not to puke. He stood up and watched me from a distace. I grabbed my own neck and turned around, facing the floor on my hands and knees. I coughed and heaved until my breathing got steadier.

"Be glad I will stop here, I have somewhere to be" he sneered and stepped hard on my arm before walking out the door. Leaving a bloody me behind. A little while later I heard the front door slam closed.

I laid on the flood for a while before reaching out to my phone in the pocket of my disregarded pants. My vision became hazy while I tried to find Joshua in my contact list. I tapped on the contact and pushed on the call button.

"Jungkook? Why're you calling me?" I heard a voice.

"Joshua, help" I scratched out, my voice hurt from the screaming.

"Shit, Jungkook, what happened?!" The voice got louder. But it wasn't Joshua's voice.

"Are you home? I'm coming right now!" He yelled before ending the call.

I dropped the phone and laid on my side. The blood was spreading slowly over the cold stone floor. I tried to keep my eyes open by watching a small bird behind my window. I felt my eyes get heavier and my body numbed from the pain. My chest heaved in unsteady and uneven breaths

A bell rung through the house and no doubt a maid opened it. I heard frantic shouting and multiple footsteps ran up the staircase. Doors were opened and slammed close, the persons were lookig for something. My room was last in the hallway and the last door they opened.

"Oh my god" the same voice from the phone whispered.

I saw a pair of feet in front of my and my head was carefully lifted. Taehyung.

"H-hold on ok, t-there is an ambulance coming" he said. I groaned and stared blankly in front of me. My eyelids got heavier and heavier.

"Whatever you do, don't close your eyes ok?" He demanded. I nodded slightly and then felt something drop on my lap. Jimin came into view.

"You're going to be a-alright" he stuttered. I flinched and my breath hitched when he put his hand on my arm.

"Shit sorry" he apologized.

I heard a siren coming closer and more footsteps came running upstairs.

"You need to carry him down, the medics can't get up here" another familiar voice called.

"I'll carry him" Jimin said. "This is going to hurt, sorry"

I screamed once he lifted me up, his arms were pushing against my open back and my ribs felt like they were stabbing my lungs. All the tiredness was pushed away once the pain kicked in again. I clenched my hands around the fabric of his shirt and screamed even louder.

"Sorry" he whispered. Tears streamed doen my face and I let out a wrecked sob.

He started walking faster to get me downstairs, probably wanting me to stop screaming. I felt my body being laid on a softer surface and my lower body was covered by a blanket.

I screamed again and arched my back when they started to clean some blood from my chest with cloths.

"STOP! STOP IT!" I yelled and trashed my arms around. I hit someone before both arms were restrained and an oxygen mask was put over my nose and mouth.

"Please calm down! You're going to be ok" a medic told me, I looked her in the eyes before blinking many times and finally closing my eyes. I lost consciousness and the pain faded away. The last thing I saw was Taehyung getting in.

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Sorry if I was too gruesome... But it had to be clear how
his dad treats Jungkook...😰😢
and sorry for hurting him.... again
I feel horrible for doing that...

But 2016 words, lol, nice number😜

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-RK