Jungkook's past was dark and twisted, living with his abusive stepmother after the death of both his parents. His heart grew cold and he turned into a serial killer, taking pleasure in the pain of his victims. But one day, his eye caught the attenti...
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Jungkook's pov
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Life is very difficult to live, and there is nothing that can make me happy. Even my childhood was not good. My grandma told me that my mom died while giving birth to me.
After my mom died, my appa was alone and unable to take care of me, so my grandma suggested that he remarry. My appa agreed and got married to a woman who was like a witch. She was not a real witch, but she was not less than one. My grandma used to tell me to stay away from my stepmother, and I would ask her why, but she never answered.
I clearly remember the day that my appa died. I guess I was around 6 or 7 years old at that time. My appa was driving, and I was sitting in the passenger seat. He received a call from someone, and I think it was my stepmother.
He began to shout during the phone call, which indicated that they were having an argument or fight. Being a kid, I was unaware of the reason behind their disagreement. My father was so angered that he lost control of the vehicle, causing the large truck to collide with our car and resulting in injuries and damage to the car.
Fortunately, I wasn't severely hurt as my father made an effort to shield me from harm, but he suffered significant injuries to his body. We were immediately rushed to the hospital, and after four days of treatment, I went to my father's hospital room. However, when I arrived, I saw my stepmother pouring a substance into my father's glass of water.
I remained at the door, fearful of my stepmother's constant scolding and abuse whenever my father and grandmother were absent. As I peered through the door to my father's room, I noticed him lying in bed, covered in wires and bandages on his head, hand, and leg. My stepmother was seated by his side and handed him the glass of water that she had added something to earlier.
My father drank the water, and then he noticed my presence. He called me into the room, and my stepmother became angry and started scolding me. Despite my father's weakened state, he weakly requested her to not speak harshly to me, but she paid no attention to his pleaded and approached me.
I stepped back in fear, but she quickly picked me up and said, "Take a rest, love. We'll be back soon." She glanced at my father, who was lying on the bed, before leaving with me in her arms.
The following day, I saw my grandma and stepmother crying. I panicked and ran to my grandma, who hugged me and cried even more. I embraced her back, unsure why they were weeping until I saw my father's lifeless body being carried out of his hospital room.
The people took him out of the hospital room, and my stepmother followed them. My grandma then placed my head on her chest so that I couldn't see my father's dead body...
This incident still haunts me to this day. After my father passed away, my grandmother took care of me, but my stepmother's mother was indulged in prostitution. Unfortunately, my grandma also passed away after two years, leaving me all alone to fend for myself.
My stepmother has always been cruel towards me. She would beat me, curse me, and scold me. She has implanted many negative and toxic thoughts in my mind. She blames me for my parents' death, and she still does even now.
Now that I'm 21 years old, and I argue and fight with my stepmother every day. I fear that I may turn into a psycho if she continues to torment me.
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At this moment, I am sitting at a café, gazing at my 'Angel', hoping to forget all the negative things plaguing my mind. Whenever I get upset or frustrated, I come to this café to see my 'Angel' and calm down.
You're probably wondering who this 'Angel' of mine is, so let me introduce you to Kim Taehyung. He is younger than me and works at this café. Four months ago, I laid eyes on him when I came to this café for a few drinks. He approached my table, asking for my order, and his sweet and adorable nature made me fall in love with him instantly.
I keep my eyes on him wherever he goes, and being around him just feels so right. I want him to be a part of my life, but there's one big issue: he doesn't know that I exist, nor does he know that I follow him wherever he goes. However, I recently found out that he doesn't have parents but has caring friends and hyungs who watch over him. He lives alone in his apartment.
It was nighttime, and I was still at the café, waiting for my Angel to finish work since he didn't have time to head home. I stayed until he finished, bidding goodbye to his boss and co-workers before leaving. As usual, I followed him from behind, trying not to be caught.
I always noticed how frightened he was when walking down the deserted road, and it made me wonder why he had to be so scared when he had Jeon Jungkook with him right?!. (A/N : lol he doesn't even know you're following him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
We arrived at his apartment, and I waited outside until he went in safely. For a few moments, I stood there, staring at his window before I finally left. Even though I couldn't be with him, just seeing him was enough to bring a smile to my face and fill me with warmth and happiness.
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Okay bye my 'precious angels' see you soon.
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