Neighbors: Part 1

"What the **** do you think you're doing?"

Y/N looked back from where she sat on her bedroom floor. There, in the doorway, stood her father. In his left hand was an empty beer bottle and he used his other hand to help prop himself up against her doorway. His face had a green tint to it and he smelled of smoke and alcohol.

On the floor in front of Y/N were pictures of her neighbor and his family that she'd taken from her window in the second story of her home.

She quickly jumped to her feet and threw a blanket over the photos of the boy with pitch black hair and his family. She quickly bowed, hands to her sides, "N-Nothing, Sir!" She started to sweat, knowing he was about to have another episode.

She could smell the booze from his skin; it seemed as if he had lathered in the perfume of alcohol for years.

"Bullshit," He yelled, grabbing Y/N by the arm, dropping the empty bottle of beer. It broke on the carpet floor, the smell taking over the room, "And what did I tell you to call me?" He then looked her right in the eyes as he gripped her throat.

"D-Daddy..." Y/N choked as he gripped her tightly, his thumbs squeezing in on the nape of her neck. Her voice cracked as she spoke; pain in her eyes.

Her father then threw her down to the floor, all over the shattered glass, "Slut.." He wiped his mouth and looked down at her, "No other man is to be in your life besides me, got it?" He spit on the ground of her bedroom floor as he yelled at his daughter.

Y/N started shaking, not able to speak. Glass was in her hands and her left forearm. She was bleeding and tears were escaping her eyes.

This was her father's second episode this month; and he'd usually have three. Y/N's mother had passed away three years ago and her father had strayed since that very day.

Ever since then, he became abusive and would never pay attention to anyone; especially when he was sober.

"Got it?!" He screamed and kicked Y/N right in her stomach, causing her insides to pop in pain.

Y/N grabbed her stomach and tried to sit up, "Y-Yes, Daddy.." She winced as she spoke, the glass stinging against her skin. The alcohol on the glass burned against the freshly made cuts.

She then looked up at her father, tears filling her eyes again.

"Get out." The man then grabbed her by the hair and started to drag her down the hallway. She didn't fight him or try to stop him; she had tried it before and had the scars to prove it.

He then went to the first floor and threw her out the front door.

Y/N hit the porch, only to be kicked off into the lawn. She coughed up a bit of blood and she wiped her mouth as she stood up in her thin, white dress that she had slept in.

She looked at her father, not knowing how to react. He had never kicked her out like this before.

He then slammed the door shut and Y/N heard it lock.

Y/N turned around as a hard breeze hit, sending chills all over her small figure. She immediately felt cold and the pain hit her all at once.

She looked at her forearm and her hands, pieces of shattered glass digging deep into her skin. Blood painted her arms and the front of her dress. She was barefoot.

She hugged herself as she sat on the curb in front of her house, crying to herself. She was too tired to pull out the glass or to do anything.

The pain hurt too much as the alcohol entered her skin, burning the cuts and welts. Her stomach constantly churned from where she was kicked and her head started to pound.

As she held herself in a ball, she heard a car park in the driveway next to her. She then heard it turn off and someone shutting and locking the door behind themselves.

She was too weak to look up and see who it was; or even to ask them for help.

"Kim Y/N, is that you?"

Y/N heard a man's voice that was deep and husky. However, it had a softness to it that was calming. She lifted her head, tear stains were all over her cheeks.

She then turned her head to see her neighbor. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. On his shirt was a nametag from where he worked as a manager at an estate tower.

Y/N then looked into his eyes and she tried to stop crying. However, seeing him made the tears fall even more. She bit her lip and looked down as the pain in her arms throbbed even more.

She felt him come close to her, "What happened to you? Did your father do this again?" The man had soft eyes and his vice was quiet.

He had never talked to her before. Especially after her father beat her. Everyone in the neighborhood knew what was happening but didn't bother with the matter.

They excused the man because he had lost his wife. They simply said it would get better.

Y/N raised her head, looking at the boy again. The best reason she could think of for him speaking to her was because she was bloody, sobbing, and out in the cold half-*****.

Y/N nodded, her head hurting her. She was still crying, just not as heavily. She started to hiccup occasionally, her body tried to get her to breathe better.

"Here, let me help you." The boy then gave her a soft smile, reaching his hand out to her.

Y/N looked at his white hands and felt hesitant after what her father had just done to her. She was scared of most men for what had all happened to her.

However, she slowly touched the boy's hand with her fingertips. It was warm and could easily engulf her entire hand.

The boy then helped her stand up and he supported her by holding onto her. He sighed as he saw he completely condition, "My step-brother works at the hospital but he is home now. Can I take you inside to him?" The boy spoke softly to Y/N, his voice was full of care.

Y/N nodded.

He gave her a bunny smile, "Here, may I?" He stopped as he was about to pick her up. She simply nodded again. The boy then picked her up bridal style, careful not to touch her arms or hands.

He carried her hurriedly, but made sure not to bump around too much. He opened and closed the front door, holding her.

Once he entered the house, he yelled, "Hoseok, I'm home!" His voice became deeper and much louder in Y/N's ears.

"I'm in the kitchen, Jungkook! Why are you home so early?" The step-brother's voice was nowhere near as deep but it had a caring tone to it. It was, yet again, soothing to listen to.

Jeon Jungkook.

Y/N's neighbor was Your Highness at her high school. Jungkook was a legend and could do anything the teachers or students gave him or put him up to.

Girl's chased him constantly and he had a wide circle of friends with few enemies. That was all the reasons why Y/N never spoke to him and kept to herself.

He had more important things to worry about and prettier girl's to be with.

Kim Y/N was merely Jeon Jungkook's neighbor, and nothing else.

Jungkook entered the kitchen, gripping Y/N in his arms, "I will answer that later. Can you help me?" Jungkook's voice was low and sounded to be in pain as he held the broken girl.

Right as Jung Hoseok turned around, he dropped the plate in his hands. He then came towards Jungkook, "Shit." His eyes were wide as he touched Y/N's forehead, "Take her to your room. I will be right there." The older brother then disappeared into a backroom.

Jungkook then started out the kitchen and up the stairs, "You'll be alright, Kim Y/N, I promise I will take care of you." He looked at her as he entered his room.

Y/N closed her eyes, pain flooding her.

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