family drama
Jungkook sat there, still as a statue. His eyes were swollen, his face blotched with tears that refused to stop falling. He had no idea how long he had been crying minutes, hours, maybe even days.
His mind was lost in the image. The same one that haunted him every night, every moment.
Taehyung.
Lying lifeless on the road.
Blood.
Stillness.
A slight sob echoed through the room, too quiet to be heard but too painful to ignore.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. Jungkook stirred slightly, his body aching with the weight of unspoken sorrow. He wiped his face, slowly getting out of bed, as if every movement was heavy, as if the world itself was pulling him down.
He walked to the bathroom, the coldness of the tiles sending a chill through him. The water hit his skin, freezing him, numbing him to the pain that had become his constant companion. He didn’t flinch. He stood there, letting the cold water wash over him, hoping to numb the ache in his chest, but it never worked.
After the shower, Jungkook walked downstairs.
He didn’t want to look at them.
He didn’t want to see their happiness.
His family sitting around the breakfast table, laughing, teasing each other like nothing was wrong. Like they hadn’t torn their son’s heart out all those years ago. The noise felt like it was coming from another world one where he no longer belonged.
They were so carefree, so full of life.
And yet, he couldn’t understand how they could laugh like that.
How could they smile, joke, eat… when they had wiped the joy from his life forever?
Jungkook shook his head, his chest tightening as he walked to the table. He pulled out a chair, sitting down slowly, not looking at any of them. His spoon hovered over his food, but he didn’t eat. He didn’t care.
Before he could lift it, his mother’s voice broke through.
jeon Ji-eun ( jungkook mother )
“Jungkook,” she said, her tone light, almost cheerful, “we’ve arranged your marriage to Jenny. It’s final now.”
The words hit him like a slap.
He slowly looked up.
His gaze was cold, distant, void of anything familiar.
His mother’s smile faltered at the look in his eyes.
jeon jungkook
“Marry her?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but sharp like a blade.
“Are you serious?”.
He stood up, eyes locked on his family, his mother, who still looked at him like she could control his every move. But this wasn’t the same as Jungkook anymore.
jeon jungkook
“Do you still think you can order me around?” His voice was thick with rage, but his body was calm. Too calm.
“You think I’ll just go along with your stupid plans for my life?”
Jungkook clenched his jaw, taking a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers.
His heart was raw. The words that left his lips were not just for her, but for everything he had endured. For everything that had been stolen from him.
jeon jungkook
“I’m not the same Jungkook. You know that very well,” he spat, his eyes blazing. “So just shut your mouth.”
Her face went pale with shock. She didn’t speak, but her eyes betrayed her panic, confusion, and now anger.
Jungkook stepped back, his chest heaving with emotion. The walls he had carefully built around his heart cracked.
jeon jungkook
“I live for Taehyung, only for him.” His voice was trembling now, softer but filled with raw emotion. “You took everything from me, and now you want to take my future too?”
His hand slammed against the table, causing the dishes to shake.
The room froze.
jeon jungkook
“You bring this stupid marriage proposal again and mark my words, Mom”
jeon jungkook
Jungkook’s eyes turned icy cold, a darkness settling in them. “If you push this on me… if you dare to try and control me like you always have…”
He took a deep breath, his voice low and deadly and looked at her like a psycho
jeon jungkook
“I’ll kill you.”
The words hung in the air like a thunderclap.
Silence. The kind of silence that was deafening.
His mother’s face flushed bright red with anger. Her hands shook, eyes narrowing in fury as she stood up, her voice rising in a sharp screech.
jeon Ji-eun ( jungkook mother )
“How dare y-you. how dare you speak to me like that, Jungkook?!”
But Jungkook didn’t look at her.
He didn’t care about the anger in her voice.
He didn’t care about the hurt in her eyes.
But Jungkook didn’t look at her.
He didn’t care about the anger in her voice.
He didn’t care about the hurt in her eyes.
He walked away.
His footsteps echoed in the room.
But he didn’t turn back.
Because for the first time in his life, he wasn’t afraid anymore. He wasn’t scared of them, of her.
And maybe that scared her.
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Ms.Imperfectly perfect
is this story is jk top
2025-08-04
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