_Persuaded_
Darkness surrounded every single inch of Jungkook’s room, as the sound of cold, heavy rain poured down on his front windows, hitting the glass sharply, yet so gently. The streets were busy, and the lights from below illuminated the huge city of New York.
The murmuring and pleasing sound of the rain helped the raven haired to settle his disrupted mind and ease it at the same time, not wanting to move from his spot on the wooden plated floor, where he leaned back against the side of his bed. Moments like these were the only ones that helped the boy to reconnect, but relive the hell he went through four years ago.
Jungkook stared down at his thighs, where he held a slightly scrambled, and torn picture of his 18 year old self and his father. Whenever he bothered or gained the strength to pull the picture out, his mind flew in different directions. It made him rethink about his past and the possibilities he could have acted upon to fix some of the things he can’t undo anymore.
A soft knock was heard on his door, and a calm voice followed right after.
Namjoon
“Jungkook, can I come in?”, it was Jungkooks cousin, Namjoon.
Jungkook answered quietly, not bothering to raise his voice for the other to hear, knowing damn well, that Namjoon will step in to check on him anyway.
Namjoon gently pushed the door open, and stepped inside the room, not closing the door behind him as his eyes aimed at his once again hopeless cousin, sitting on the ground. Sighing to himself, he took a few steps closer, crossing his arms before speaking.
Namjoon brushed Jungkooks sarcasm away, knowing that he has no right to get mad, since this day was one of the days where his little cousin suffered the most out of every year. The day his father died in a tragic accident.
Silence engulfed in the room. Jungkook kept his head low, not prying his gaze away from the picture, while Namjoon kept staring at the raven haired.
As expected. Namjoon knew that Jungkook hated hearing his mothers name more than anything, but no matter how much he tried to persuade Jungkook to reason with the only parent he had left, he never bothered to even put a thought to it.
Namjoon understands Jungkooks pain, and why he has such hatred towards his biological mother, but sometimes he feels as if he’s overdoing it too much.
Jungkooks mother, Jiyeon, was busy from the begging of his childhood, with her multimillion fashion brand, while his father on the other hand, Sunguk, was an Air Force pilot. It would’ve seemed impossible for Jungkooks parents to find free time for their son, due to their important and busy lifestyles, but regardless, Sunguk always found a way to spend some time with him.
He found ways to bring him on his training days to show him and teach him how to pilot an F-16, and later on when he got slightly older, to even fly one. Jungkook is no pro, but he’d manage to fly an aircraft if it was necessary.
Jungkooks parents never divorced, and despite their poor relationship, he always took his fathers side.
Jiyeon loves her son to this day, but her behavior and personality has not changed whatsoever. Her business was located in her hometown, Seoul. So she flew to South Korea quite often and stayed there for long periods of time, while her son stayed in America, motherless.
Work and duties were her number one priority, while Jungkook sat always behind, wanting her attention. She did spend a lot of money on him, without him even asking for it. “Time’ and ‘love’, were the only two things he craved from her, but never got.
Jungkook later on found out that his mother was cheating on her husband, catching her in action as he demanded a good reason to why she has done so, she replied, stating:
Ji-yeon
Your father and I barely see one another. He never cared to reach out to me, or even take a day off at work to spend some time with his wife. If he’s at home, he just talks to me about his work and nothing else. I will not put in effort in our relationship, if he deems so either.
Jungkook later on told his dad that he was cheated on, but to his surprise, he just snorted and chuckled. As if he didn’t cared in the first place.
That’s all he said, and still to this day be remembers those words very clearly.
Then why were they bothered on being married? How did they got engaged to one another in the first place? Let along had a son? It was fucking weird, and it never made any sense to Jungkook.
Sometimes it even pissed him off, since he wanted his father to be happy with someone he would actually love.
He wasn’t worried about his mother, since she found her ways to entertain herself with people who clearly were not his father, and later on ended up with someone.
But once he was told by his grandmother that their so called ‘love’ was arranged, he understood.
The lack of love and affection his parents had, destroyed Jungkooks belief in ‘true love’, or simply in love at all. It was all stupid and depressing to him.
But despite their horrible marriage, Jungkook would always favor his father over his mother any day.
His relationship with his dad bloomed every day, because he actually put a lot of effort into his son, while his mother barely tried.
And Jungkook was always grateful for even the littlest things that genuinely came from heart.
He never had the chance to see romantic love or affection with his own eyes, or observe it from far away, since he was homeschooled from a young age.
He later on became a university student, all of his classes were online, so he mostly spend his days in his apartment. Not going out much.
Jungkook had relationships, but only for sex. He saw the people he ‘dated’ as a waste of time, since he did not felt any type of connection whatsoever.
It was all attraction and for his needs. Within a few weeks he broke it off, but that was 2 years ago. His play boy era died off.
Due to the long silence, and no answer. Namjoon decided to push the question on the other once again.
Namjoon
Jungkook, did you hea-
Jungkook cut him off at the speed of light, annoyed.
Jungkook
Yes, I did. And what?
Namjoon
She told me that, you should reconsider the offer and just go.
Namjoon
You’d be on the flight tomorrow night….You should go, Jungkook
Jungkook finally adverted his eyes away from the picture and looked up at his cousin in disbelief.
Jungkook
Are you being serious? You agree with her?
Namjoon
Don’t give me that look.
Namjoon
You don’t want to visit your fathers memorial in Busan? The place where he was actually buried?
Jungkook stayed silent, and kept throwing daggers at Namjoon with his gaze.
Be opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off.
Namjoon
Don’t even think about pulling the, ‘He has a grave here in New York’ bullshit.
Namjoon
You know damn well that this is not his home, and that underneath that grave is nothing but dirt.
Namjoon
Every time you go to that graveyard, you’re visiting a stone, Jungkook. Not your father.
Namjoon replied in a slight harsh manner, wanting to knock some sense into the younger to understand, that what he’s doing is immature, stubborn and just plain out stupid. But Jungkooks anger and stubbornness always gets the best of him.
Jungkooks avoid visiting South Korea, due to the fact that his father died in that country, it took him away, and it was the country where his mother always disappeared into.
Jungkook was born in Busan, moved to Seoul a few days after his birth and went to kindergarten there, but after he finished primary school, his family moved to the United States.
He flew to Seoul a few times in his lifetime to visit his grandparents, but that was it. The last time he visited South Korea was nine years ago.
Jungkook
“I’m not going”, Jungkook plainly replied.
Namjoon scoffed, shaking his head while he sarcastically laughed it off. Getting tired of the younger’s behavior, while wanting nothing but the best for him.
Namjoon
Why? Because your mothers there? Because you hate your own country? Why?? Don’t you want to-
Jungkook
I’m scared! Don’t you get it! That fucking country took the only person that ever loved me! The only person I genuinely knew from heart from the beginning of my fucking life, Namjoon!
Namjoon
It was not the country that took your father, Jungkook! It was the facility! The fucking aircraft that killed him!
The tension slowly died down, as the two calmed themselves.
Jungkook knew that Namjoon was right, but he always had to find something to blame his fathers death on, even if he knew that the blame was all on him…if only he didn’t fight with him…
Namjoon
“He died in a terrible accident…the aircraft just went to flames, when he took it on a test run…”, Namjoon said softly.
Jungkooks vision got blurry as he looked away, letting his tears fall.
He was too tired of always wiping them away. And Namjoon knew.
Namjoon
It was not your fault, Jungkook….don’t ever put this on yourself, but you know that our country has nothing to do with this shit either…
Jungkook stayed silent. Not bothering to fight back his argument, since Namjoon always brought up the truth.
Namjoon
Your dad was not the only person that loved you…If you don’t want to believe that your mom does, fine.
Namjoon
But I’ll be damned if you thought that I don’t. You’re like a brother to me, and I love you.
Namjoon took a seat on the floor next to the other, and it didn’t take long for Jungkook to turn, and engulf the other in a strong warm hug. Letting his pain out, while the older held him back.
Namjoon
I’m sorry, Jungkook. I miss him too, he was an amazing uncle to me…
It took more than ten minutes for Jungkook to decide but he did.
Jungkook
“I’ll go…”, he said, pulling away from the hug.
The rest of the night went silent, it was sad but a pleasant atmosphere, thanks to their strong bond.
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