BROKEN TRUST

The frequent, nervous steps never stopped for once marching left to right all over the huge lounge as if determined to shed some 20 kgs before the dawn. A bag of chips in hands carelessly munching on the snacks cause fear comes second. Nothing beats the hunger and one's love for food.

Please dear lord, in the name of Kim Namjoon let dad agree on this. I really love Jungkook oh god what will I do without him I can't even have a Namjoon! Oh no I don't want to die before attending his concert.

A fear - filled whine escaped her lips slamming another fist full of chips in her mouth to calm herself yet it only raised her anxiety more.

She flinched, the bag of snack slipping past her hands as the chips rolled all over the floor. Turning around at the speed of Light . It was a nerve - wrecking sight that she dearly wished to be some sort of a nightmare. Her father had returned but it wouldn't be this scary if he was not looking so worn out. His coat was off, his white shirt had blood on it all over his shoulder. His hair were sprawled all over his head. This had to raise the worst anxiety one could ever feel raising millions of questions but most importantly.... Was Jungkook alright?

YN :" Dad! Oh god what happened! Are you okay?" She ran over to him past the innocent - forgotten snacks on the floor. Her hands frantically slid past his arms and shoulders checking for any sort of Injury yet it was only the blood. If she was in senses or would take a moment to think properly she would know it wasn't his blood.

MR Jung :"That is the person you wanted me to meet!!" His loud - rage filled voice had her freeze on her spot barely managing to let out a weak whisper.

"Jungkook..... Where's he?"

The hatred scoff that reached her ears made her slightly step back. She gulped audibly trying to wrench her dry throat some moisture. Never been on the receiving end of so much anger, so much hatred (even if it was not for her), this side of her father.

MR Jung :" look at me YN. I am your father no one can care about you as much a father can. I brought Steven with me. I wanted the best one for you." She took another hesitant step backward afraid of where it might end up. Jungkook gets jealous but it never had to be this severe to reach a point where her father is returning back home filled in blood.... Of god knows who.

MR Jung :" He DOESN'T love you! He is just possessed with you. Highly possessive. Steven's existence bothered him to an extent he threw a fit and threw himself on him and when I stepped in he tried to kill me and for what? So I will be out of your two way!"

A step back and then another followed by shaking of head in disbelief. She wasn't buying this shit. Her boyfriend was --

YN :" Lie.... You are LYING!! "

MR Jung :" give me a reason I must lie to you!? Get back into damn senses of yours!! He is obssesed with you! He would kill and who knows what else he might do to have you that's why I want you to marry only steve--"

YN :" LYING, YOU ARE LYING. I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!... Jungkook.... Where is he!? You are just trying to separate us too. Stop it dad I can't believe you will go this far to get your purpose done! "

There was an expression of disbelief and hurt? On the receiving end. She didn't want to see it. She wasn't ready to be manipulated. She believed him... She believed in her father.

Mr Jung :" I raised you YN. After your mother's death, you are my only family. I Want the best of you and this is what I am getting just for another guy and above what? Who tried to kill your own father."

YN :" No...No... Stop it. Stop it stop it stop it!" the skin piercing urge to call Jungkook and demand answers was suddenly the most important task at hand. Her body burnt as if a drug addict begging to let him have one last sniff. Her frequent steps took her back to couch picking up her cellphone which almost slipped off her shaky hands two times adding anger to her already worn out form.

Denial was all she felt right there. Begging for it all to be a lie but it would take her father a liar? This was never supposed to happen. This had to be a nightmare. A family on one hand and other was the one she wanted to start a family with.

She threw her cell away clearly frustrated when there was answer by Jungkook. Standing at the edge of an anxiety trying not to let any tear fall down. She wasn't ready to make herself look like she believed in that shit.

MR Jung :" Why don't you just trust me!?"

YN :" And how am I supposed to do that dad! JUNGKOOK ISN'T PICKING UP ! I don't even know if he is alright or not! You just came back home filled in blood!" She marched back towards her father, this time there was no hesitancy in her moves. She was angry.... Beyond one above all. Frustrated of not getting true answers.

YN :" How about you tell me who's blood is this! You aren't injured. "

MR Jung :" you're disappointing me YN.... You're making me look like I never cared about you!"

YN :" Who's blood is that dad!? " She yelled, not buying any of this. Anxiety truly does shit to you taking over every last brain cell left in you.

MR Jung :" It's not Jungkook's. " She fell on her knees as a wave of relief rushed past her spine. Her anger finally vanished in thin air replacing with tears of relief.

Mr Jung stood there drenched in disappointment at her own daughter's behaviour.

Crazy..... They both were crazy for each other.

A loud thud was heard making both of them twist their neck towards the direction. A man looking like a true definition of madness drenched in his own sweat or water, you couldn't tell the difference - marched in and launched himself on the respective elder present there - Mr Jung.

YN :" JUNGKOOK!!" a dread-filled scream escaped her lips however it failed to reach the mad guy who kept throwing punches on her father as if not ready to let go till he was done taking his last breath.

YN :" JUNGKOOK STOP IT!" She ran forward trying to pry the mad man off of her father who at this point was filled in his blood but this time the blood belonged to him.

JK :" DIE! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!" it was as if a psycho maniac was released from a deep slumber. His own knuckles were filled in blood and something she clearly failed to notice - a stream of mad tears flowing down his cheeks while attempting the assault.

She stepped back, she could see her father at the edge of the life string. She could help, she could call someone for that. She could see, her eyes were working properly but it seemed that it were only her eyes that worked at the moment, the rest of the senses were blocked. She could see Jungkook screaming something but she couldn't hear. Nothing worked anymore as her legs gave up on her falling back on the floor.

"I believed in you over my father..... Don't do this... to... me. "A mere whisper, that cracked due to the harsh lump forming in her throat. The broken voice reached none, not even herself. She saw through her blurry vision Jungkook getting a call and throwing her father away like a piece of trash. He rushed out of there falling once in the process. He wasn't in his senses. None of them were.

That day they lost their sanity.

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HE IS SO HANDSOME AND FOR WHAT!!

Thank you for reading this book. Any guesses what might happen next?