ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖, ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - Jeon Jungkook

•Chapter 1•

Nayeons POV

"You are sick! You, you are fucking disgusting!" He screamed as he slapped my face.

"You are a bitch, just like your mother!" He yelled again.

"I didn't do any-" A punch to my face caused me to stop taking.

"Don't talk back to me you whore! Say another word and I'll get the gun!" He spat and swiftly lifted me up and threw me against the wall.

Since when did my father have a gun in the house? How did he get one? He's in freaking probation.

Soon I heard the sound of the front door slams shut. His slurred, muffled screams from outside could still be heard as I recoiled back into my room. Trying to hide from my life.

Next Morning

My grandmother was cooking downstairs when I came down still in my pajamas. Before she turned around to see me, I covered my face with my hair. Attempting to hide my bloodlust scratches and the forming bruise.

"Hey, sweetie pie. Good morning!" She said her perfect sweet toned voice. I have her a soft good morning back, not letting my voice strain. "The food is almost done. Can you get the juice out, please?"

I listened and grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge. When I turned around, I came face to face with my grandfather. I quickly looked down, but I was too late.

"Nayeon? Look at me, now." He said in a stern voice. My grandmother came over once he heard his voice.

I slowly pick up my head and moved my hair behind my ears. Showing my whole messed up face to my grandparents. My grandmother gasped when she saw the damage, going immediately to get the first aid kit.

"Kang Nayeon!" My grandfather yelled. "When did this happen? Last night? When we were gone, right?" He questioned. Wanting every bit of information I could give me.

"Yes, last night." I said quietly.

"Yah! Speak normally!" He quipped.

"Yes, la-last night." My voice strained, you could hear it well. My grandmother came up to me, pulling me over to the chair. Her mind going into doctor life as she treated the cuts on my face.

"Hojung, don't yell at her. Go walk it off and then come back for breakfast. I am not dealing with a pissed off you at this time do day. Go!" She told him.

He harshly threw the newspaper on the counter, grabbed his hat and coat and left the house. I sighed as he left. Knowing that if they didn't have to take of me, didn't have to raise me, their lives would be easier.

"Awww, sweetie why didn't you tell us last night?" She asked.

"I do-don't know. I was scared. I always am after he does it." I look down again and start fiddling with my hands.

Even though my father has been beating me up and calling me names since I was 7 it doesn't change anything. I'm so timid and scared that I can't speak after. All I want to do is hide.

"I think it's ju-just shock. I am still scared that you guys will get mad." I explained a little more and she added the last bandaid.

"Honey, you need to tell us. No matter how many times it happens, we will never be mad at you for this. It isn't your fault." She gave me a kiss in my head after reassuring me. She then handed me a plate with food and we starts eating.

Grandfather came back, now with another newspaper in his hands and a banana milk.

"I'm sorry Nana. Here, drink and then get ready." He handed me the drink and sat down to eat.