Orange Deficiency〆Jeon Jungkook

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Fender-bender unexpected, undesirable event; often physically injurious

Jungkook

"What's wrong Jeon?" Sora's voice echoed through the air as she exited the black car after me.

Ignoring her, I just walked forward, no sign of emotion on my face. Inside though, there was this confusing feeling of anger building up by the minute, and the blue-green door infront of me was the only thing stopping me from going inside there and blowing the entire place up.

"Jungkook?" Sora called. She sounded frightened.

I came to a sudden halt, my eyes looking to the side. "Maybe you should wait outside".

"B-but you b-".

"I said that it's better if you stay outside" I said coldly, probably making her feel scared. I was wishing I could run back to her, apologise and just give her a great big hug. I knew how intimading I could get at times.

I could feel her distancing herself in an instant. Somehow, the air around me felt emptier.

I shook it off, knocking on the large door to my house. It swung open to reveal the face of a man. He had a set of obvious wrinkles on his forehead as he spoke, and a head full of dark brown, almost black, hair.

"Well, hello there Jungkook" The taller man said.

I looked at him with distaste, an ironic side smile spread onto my lips. "Hello to you too".

I lunged at him, swinging my arm forward and hitting him in the jaw with my fist. My whole body was over him, and as I angrily and repeatedly punched him, he turned me around, trapping me under him and doing  twice the damage I had done.

“Keep your hands to yourself boy” He attempted to stand up, getting cocky about the fact that he had managed to reverse the fight.

I wouldn't let him go that easily though. I mean, all the strength that I had gained wasn't for nothing, and I had trained myself well enough with the ocassional bar fight.

I pushed my leg forward, getting him right behind the knee. In an instant, he was on the ground, grunting in pain. His head turned to me with a swift movement, his eyes shut into slits and his gaze bloodthirsty. Still, I wasn't intimidated by him in the slightest.

“Oh you are-” He started, but was cut off by the deep voice of a man who had just entered through the front door.

“Done” Taehyung said, now ontop of my father. He grabbed him from the shoulders, separating his large body from my own. He stared at me with a look of fear, before turning around and hesitantly making his way to my mother who was sitting at the edge of the living room couch, balling her eyes out.

The air close to me suddenly felt heavier. The man next to me was now closer to my broken form, his lips a few inches away from my ear.

“It's over little man” He whispered “I never raised you to hold back, but I guess you never learnt how to fight. Ofcourse though, you're still weak. I know you can't live with yourself and the sickness that still overcomes you on the daily. But, I'll try not to go too hard on you. You're sick, and you just have to live with that”. He stood up, grabbed his jacket from the chair next to the library, and slipped his hand between the opening of the ajar door. “What a dissappointment”.

I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek. I had promised myself not to let this man get to me, not to bring me down. He was always more of a douche than anyone I ever met. He was highly disturbed, sick, and hot headed. He was a man with no class, and he most certainly, wasn't my father. He was just a man who had helped in making my existence possible. That's all the credit I would give him.

His words don't matter. I thought. His opinion doesn't matter.

Whether I believed that or not, I couldn't help it when I let my body loosen up, and felt my head hit the wall behind me, and all the pain I was holding inside suddenly slipped out of my eyes, making a puddle of tears beneath me.

I cried.

I cried and cried until my face was numb, red, and all my power had evacuated my body.

Sora, she was right there, hugging me tightly, as if holding all of my broken pieces together.

“Are you okay?” She asked me quietly, rubbing circles onto my arm with her fingers.

I sighed loudly, looking away. “Yeah, let's say I am okay”. From the corner of my eye, I could see her hide a smile, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You really are something Jeon” She said, falling back onto the wall next to me.

“Oh yeah, he really is” My mother appeared from the living room, holding two cups of what smelled like hot cocoa in her hands. She spread her arms out, offering each of us one to drink.

Her eyes remained onto Sora for a second, and as she was about to turn away, she changed her mind, looking right back down at her.

“What's your name darling?” My mother asked with an inviting smile spread onto her lips.

“Sora” She answered, blushing lightly.

“Nice to meet you then Sora” She made a move to leave us, but not before winking at me as a sign of approval.

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It's been a while again, I apologise.

Anyway, I deleted the previous chapter ten I had written since I didn't like anything about it or where the storyline was heading, so I decided to rewrite it.

I hope you enjoyed.